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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Way it Should Have Been"[2/4]{Frederick T.}(MF oral 69)
Date: Wed,  8 Jan 2003 18:10:17 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Way it Should Have Been
Part: 2 of 4
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Keywords: (MF oral 69)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 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 story is a work of sexual fiction.  So it follows that 
youngsters should not be reading it.  If you happen to fall into that category 
and still reading, there's not much I can do to prevent you from continuing.  
That's part of the problem...The just tremendous explosion of information 
today compared to say...Just ten years ago.  Shit !  How about thirty years 
ago ?  Today's youngsters and young adults have so many more issues than we 
had...Things we never thought about.  The war was the defining issue of our 
time.  Today there is no unifying idea to guide youth and yet maybe, they 
don't need that much ?  Guidance, that is.

    Having said that.  I really believe censoring the material a young mind 
absorbs is the responsibility of the adult who has custodial responsibility 
for the young mind...It's not the government's responsibility or mine because 
I happen to contribute to this news group...You can't shut down the 
information...A tremendous example would be the demise of soviet union.  In 
retrospect, it's easy to see how western information just bombarded their 
government into submission.  A great time to be a member of the armed forces 
but then why are so many getting out ?  Another part of the problem ?  And who 
says it's a problem ?

    I'm going to diverge a bit from the usual and say that although the plot 
and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's fertile imagination, 
the characters...Well, the characters are made up of bits and pieces of the 
tumble dried assortment of friends and acquaintances I've made over a rich and 
long life.  I find it hard to believe that anyone my age, who writes, doesn't 
do the same.

    So many of you have asked for some stories about Willy when he was 
younger.  Well, unfortunately Willy was a pretty typical Southern California 
surfer of the era circa, 1955...1956...1957...1958...Through about the mid 
60's.  But since this is fiction...Nah !  It's fucking fantasy...Not even 
fiction, just total fantasy !  So here goes...The following story is the way 
Willy...Well, it's the way it should have been !  Now we can quibble over a 
lot of the details and some of the stories may appear to be a little larger 
today than they actually were but that's story telling !

    I'd like to dedicate the following story to those who have meant the most 
to me...From the early years to the present.  The tales we could tell about 
this and that...The secrets we shared and still share.  The times we've been 
not quite in control of any part of our lives but found you standing right 
there and that was cool.  The intimacies we shared go beyond the sex.  It's 
hard to describe but then maybe, it is the sex ?  I'm not positive but it sure 
was fun !  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to 
the usual.

                         The Way it Should Have Been
                                   Part Two
                                 (MF oral 69)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                               The Secret Spot

    I was half asleep when he almost yelled.  "Ladies and gentlemen, this is 
your captain speaking...We're just about fucking there !"  The pitch in his 
voice was rising with every word.  I felt a shiver...He was screaming at the 
top of his lungs.  I looked around.  Shit !  We were in the middle of nowhere.  
I couldn't even see the ocean.  He started counting down from a hundred and 
when he reached zero, turned off on a real shitty dirt road.  God !  If the 
station wagon broke down, we were fucked !  I started laughing.  He was 
"...torching up the joint again, in preparation for landing !"  Buffalo was in 
outer space and I joined him.

    I was afraid the station wagon wasn't going to make it as we wedged 
between the brush and tried to keep on the washed out road.  Shit !  It was 
hardly a path.  After a hard right turn we started dropping down.  He was on 
the brakes and we were actually bouncing around in our seats.  It was like we 
were in slow motion.  The music faded away to static, then just the sound of 
the station wagon coming apart filled my ears.

    We leveled off and the brush opened up to form kind of a parking area.  It 
was all dirt and real packed down like a lot of people used the place.  The 
remains of a fire circle stood out in the center.  He turned around and then 
backed the tail end almost to the sand.

    It was a pure white but changed to rock about half way to the water, 
crystal clear and bright blue in the afternoon sun.  We were in a crotch of 
beach surrounded by a desert that came almost right up to the ocean.  A point 
reached out into the Pacific off to my right.  The most perfect waves I'd ever 
seen were wrapping around the point...Just like a machine.  Maybe, three, four 
feet, just one after another...Almost endless.

    He had his hands on my shoulders.  I could feel the heat of his body 
through my dress.  "Aaahh...Could you set up a little...Or just lie in the 
sun...If you want.  I've got to go surfing."  I almost caught him naked as, 
still stoned, I walked around aimlessly trying to organize camp.  How could he 
surf like this ?  He was twice as stoned as I was.

    As he paddled out, I stripped off my clothes and got into my new bathing 
suit.  Hair was coming out both sides of the crotch of the suit.  I lugged out 
one of the water bottles and tipped some water into our only bowl.  We didn't 
have much but let me tell you this Buffalo was one organized Jose !  Beneath 
the seats were small boxes filled with silverware, a couple of plates 
(melmac), napkins (paper), glasses (plastic)...Shit !  None of it matched but 
we had just about every thing you needed.  What didn't he have stashed away 
some where in this station wagon ?

    I found his razor and he even had a bar of shaving soap.  I worked slowly 
as I hadn't ever done this before.  After a little trial and error I managed 
to trim and shave enough away so that I could wear his present.  I fell asleep 
in the sun and only woke when I heard his screaming.

    I thought there was something wrong !  Bolted to a sitting position and 
caught him silhouetted against the setting sun.  He had five toes curled over 
the nose of his board...Was hanging five, his arms above his head, like he was 
dancing.  He just rode and rode, below his waist like a statue on the nose of 
his board...His upper body bending and weaving to adjust the weight on the 
nose.  He finally got thrown off, still screaming at the top of his lungs.

    The board washed up on to the rocks and I ran down to retrieve it.  I was 
in knee deep water and he was coming toward me like a shadow in the late 
afternoon, the setting sun behind him...All orange and red.  He was kissing me 
and the board just rubbed against our legs with the tide...We were out in 
shoulder deep water.  The bottom was rocky so I wrapped my legs around his 
waist.  We were still kissing.  We got our hair wet and then sat on the tail 
gate, smoking a joint while we combed the snarls out of each other's hair.

    The hamburger was thawed so we had hamburgers.  It got dark fast and I was 
so stoned I could hardly walk.  After cleaning up, he slipped up behind me and 
put his arms around my belly.  His finger tips were barely inside the top of 
my bottoms and I just know I sucked in my tummy...Inviting him lower.  He was 
nibbling on my shoulder and neck and I was getting goose bumps.

    "Let's go lay down.  The sun's up early and I want to greet it on the 
nose."  His tongue was in my ear and he was plastered to me...We were lying on 
the open sleeping bags.  I wanted to strip off my swim suit and sleep with him 
naked.  We were spooned and his hands were roaming all around my bare belly.  
I could feel him growing against my behind.  And then when he adjusted 
it...God !  He was fully hard, grinding against my butt.  If it'd been my boy 
friend, he would have had my bottoms off and been screwing me already.

    His hands finally pushed my top up around my neck and both of his hands 
were caressing my breasts.  They barely filled his hands.  My nipples were 
like rocks but felt tender.  His mouth was devouring my neck and shoulders.  I 
know I was moving against his boner.  He ground his hardon against my butt and 
then I realized I was panting, like a dog.  I turned in his arms and forced my 
mouth against his.

    His hands were in the bottoms of my bathing suit, massaging my ass.  He 
had a leg between mine and I was humping his thigh.  I could feel his bone 
against my belly.  The breath from his nostrils was warm and smelled of beer 
and hemp...That's what he called it...The most amazing plant in the world, he 
said.

    He was squeezing my buns like they were ripe fruit.  I couldn't get enough 
air kissing him and was biting his neck and shoulder when he pulled my bottoms 
down.  As he pushed them down my legs, I twisted to start working on his 
trunks.  The coals were totally gone and it was pitch black out.  His mouth 
was on my breasts and I was frenching with his ear.  His hand was in between 
my legs, running his fingers through my hair.

    His dick was a hard pole of muscle and I was squeezing it and stroking it 
slowly.  Come on, now, every catholic girl knows how to give a descent hand 
job.  How do you think we've survived though out the ages ?  His finger was in 
me and I was slippery wet.  I know I was moaning and it made him finger me 
faster.  He was chewing on my right nipple with his teeth, then sucking about 
half my breast into his mouth.

    I tried to pull him on top of me but he pushed me down on my back and 
started painting his tongue below my breasts.  Around and around my belly he 
went.  He spent a long time in my belly button and it felt wet when he left.  
I was about to explode when his tongue started wandering around in my hair.

    I pushed his head lower.  I wanted his mouth on me down there, had heard 
stories about people doing this but never imagined I'd...What ?  I don't know.  
He was almost there and then it started happening.  All the energy, I was 
holding inside, rushed out of me.

    His tongue was licking my wetness and exploring all around my vagina.  His 
finger was still inside me, pumping in and out.  I was arching my butt off the 
sleeping bag, thrusting my groin up into the air.  His face still plastered to 
my crotch, his tongue like a snake inside me.  I was squealing.

    My chest felt like it was burning up and my arms were all tingly.  It was 
like his tongue was a roto-rooter inside me and I was arching my back again.  
He was shaking his head between my legs, his tongue flicking back and forth 
across my wet flesh.  I know I screamed that time.  It almost echoed.

    He had his tongue in my belly button but I didn't remember him leaving my 
vagina.  I was drained, felt totally relaxed...At ease with the world, maybe 
even part of some secret part of the world...Initiated into something that I 
never knew existed.  He was kissing my breasts and then licking the side of my 
neck.  I tasted myself on his lips when we started kissing.

    I thought maybe, he wanted to make love to me...Oh !  Fuck !  What am I 
saying ?  He'd just finished making love to me in a most exquisite way.  He 
was rubbing my belly, just every once and a while, running his fingers through 
my hair.  I could feel his soft penis against my hip.  I wonder if he came ?

    He couldn't have.  It would be wet.  I gently rolled him away from me and 
propped myself up on his chest.  It was so dark I could hardly see his face 
but I could feel his breath on my face.  It smelled like me.  I kissed him for 
a long time and ran my hand all over his chest, slowly working my way down to 
his penis.

    "Do you always start that way ?"  I was whispering, our mouths about an 
inch apart.

    "If I get the chance...You bet.  After a couple of days you're addicted to 
it and then I sell you for a thousand pesos and go home a rich man."  He had a 
big smile on his face.

    I'd never done this...Never even thought I'd ever put a guy's penis in my 
mouth but I knew it was going to happen.  I whispered.  "After I finish with 
you...I want to hear you say that again."  His eye brows arched up a little 
and when I licked my tongue across his left nipple, he sucked in his breath.

    I was in his belly button and could feel his hard muscle against my breast 
bone.  It had been growing like a weed as my tongue traveled down his stomach.  
When I licked his penis the first time, he almost yelled and arched his back 
up off the ground.  His testicles dragged right by my mouth and I tried to 
suck one into my mouth.

    I must have sucked too hard as he almost broke my neck attempting to turn 
over.  I pulled away.  My nipples were hard.  "Sorry."  He rolled back toward 
me and I dangled my breasts against his dick.  It wasn't as hard as it was a 
moment ago.  I could tell he was trying to lay still when I licked his dick 
the second time.

    My tongue was like a paint brush, traveling up and down his penis.  It was 
hard as rock and hot.  I was surprised at the heat.  His cock would twitch 
every time I painted it with my saliva.  I looked up and his lips were moving 
but no sound came out.  I felt a power in what I was doing.  He was obviously 
exerting a lot of energy to remain still and allow me to explore him.  I could 
sense he knew...I didn't have any idea what I was doing.

    "Still going to sell me ?"  I kept licking, up and down and then took the 
head of his penis into my mouth.

    It was more like a "Uuuughhhhh !"  It almost didn't sound human.  I slid 
my lips further down his shaft and the sound became louder.

    I removed my mouth from his penis and asked again.  He started shaking his 
head back and forth, whispering "Please" over and over again.  I had him in my 
mouth again...A lot further than the last time.  It was natural, I imagine ?  
I started doing with my mouth what I do with my hand.  My lips were slick with 
saliva and it was easy to slide them up and down his pole.  Every few seconds 
he'd tense up and start breathing like crazy...Real fast short breaths and 
then my mouth was being flooded with his semen.  I knew it was coming 
but...Shit !  I had no idea what it was going to be like ?

    A thought flashed through my head as my mouth filled up with his seed.  
What the hell do I do with it ?  It was leaking down his shaft, I couldn't 
hold it in.  He was getting soft so I had more room in my mouth.  I know I 
swallowed some of it but a lot of it ended up in his pubic hair and on his 
testicles.

    He was looking down at me when I looked up at him.  I could feel his semen 
dribbling down my cheek and onto my chin.  His hands were in my hair and then 
his tongue was in my mouth.  He licked it off my face and we traded it between 
us until it was gone.  We ate it all up.

                       Rosario, Baja California, Mexico

    He'd been surfing for who knows how long when I finally rose.  I figured 
by the position of the sun it was probably a little earlier than when I woke 
yesterday in the station wagon.  I was on my elbows watching him turn back and 
forth across the face of about a shoulder high wave.  Every once and a while 
he'd run to the nose for a second or two then scamper back to the tail and 
start carving turns back and forth.

    I counted to fifty-eight before the ride ended and he was very close to 
shore.  I didn't want to tempt him.  I knew I would.  So I laid back down when 
he finally kicked out of the wave.  I just noticed.  I had my bathing suit on 
but didn't remember putting it back on after we got naked.....

    We were lying head to toe facing each other and passing a joint back and 
forth.  "This could lead to a lot of options."  I thought he was talking about 
a relationship, maybe not ?  We were pretty fucked up at the time.  I'd 
occasionally catch him staring at my crotch.

    He was smiling at me as he ground the joint out in the sand.  His hand ran 
up my hip and I was electric again.  I reached for his dick and he was pulling 
my hips toward his face.  I was on top of him and his tongue was already 
exploring the crack of my ass.

    "Oooooh !"  It was long and drawn out before I realized it was me.  His 
tongue was in me and rooting around again.  His penis was growing before my 
eyes so I rose to my elbows and started to tease it with my tongue.  I had him 
in my mouth and was making noise as I slid my lips up and down his dick.  He 
was almost as hard as he was a while ago.

    I spit him out of my mouth and struggled to my knees.  His mouth stayed 
glued to my vagina as I rose and I wasn't sure I could support myself.  His 
tongue was inside of me, fucking me, pumping in and out of my wet hole.  I was 
going to have another orgasm.  I was making noise...A hoarse breathing...Here 
it came...The shaking, the moving and then the glow of heat climbing up my 
belly and covering my chest.  The tingling wasn't as intense as the first time 
but like a thousand ants marching, it spread over me after the heat.

    I bent my head and took him into my mouth.  He started growing 
immediately.  This was a new experience.  The tingling continued to attack my 
crotch, his tongue still active in between my legs.  He was hard enough to 
pump in and out of my mouth.  My head bobbed over his groin like an oil 
derrick.  He was starting to thrust back at me and I could feel the end of his 
dick against the back of my throat.  Another inch and I could wrap my lips 
around the base of his dick.

    His pubic hair was wet with the mess of his earlier orgasm and my nose got 
buried in it with every stroke...And let me tell you, he was stroking.  His 
hand came to the back of my head and I knew he was going to drown me in cum.  

    I was ready and gulped and gulped as his seed shot out the head of his 
dick.  I kept sucking and swallowing until he was still, his penis a 
shriveled, wrinkled shadow of what it had been just a few moments ago.  I 
licked my lips.  There was hardly any cum on them.....

    He was talking but I was still way behind him thinking of last night.  
Something about making a purchase...And meeting some people...I'd have to ask 
him what the hell he was talking about ?  We'd left a little after ten.

    I was still lounging on the sleeping bag when he got out of the ocean.  I 
seriously considered taking my suit off and greeting him naked in the sun 
light.  I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.  But I didn't.  I really don't 
know why ?

    He was a little tense as we ate breakfast and pushed a little as we 
cleaned up.  We'd hung my dress and his shirt up before dinner last night.  I 
didn't see much improvement but he insisted I wear it.  Tennis shoes, too...No 
sandals.  He produced two floppy mexican looking sombreros and instructed me 
how to pack my hair up into the crown.  He did the same with his.

    It was about an hour drive into town...Jesus !  Getting up that little 
hill scared the shit out of me.  Out on the highway, he started talking.  He 
made me repeat it about a dozen times but then that was after he told me what 
we were doing.

    "...No shit !  Tell me, now.  It's up to you.  I'm not saying there's no 
risk but I've done it before...I imagine that in a few years they'll get wise 
to it...And maybe, they're tracking the number of boards you take down and 
maybe the colors but it's worked four times for me.  Financed a lot of good 
times at college.  If you don't think you can pull it off...Don't be shy...Say 
so.  I don't want to spend any jail time down here either but these people 
have never fucked me over before and I don't see why they would start now.  
Everybody down here likes Mr. Buffalo...He's a polite, respectful visitor to 
their country.  Never tries to cheat them...Treat their stuff like it's my 
own...Always clean up my trash, even the dumps I take in the brush.  I respect 
their customs and traditions...I may not be family but I'm probably as close 
to it as a gringo can get...But that all could be bullshit, too !"

    Oh !  God...The enormity of it.  He's laughing.  "...not like we're 
smuggling in a ton.  Shit !  Cathy, I'm only talking about a couple of kilos, 
fits in a shopping bag.  Just a little heavy.  But the bottom line is you 
being able to pull it off.  I'm telling you everything I know but each time 
was different.  You never want to give them a pattern.  This time I'm bringing 
a lady...Last time I was alone."

    $500...It was a huge amount.  More than I could spend in a year at school.  
My mom had already given me the lecture about maybe having to work for 
spending money...Maybe, even room and board...Four months room and board.  I 
could still work and maybe even save a little.  His confidence was seeping 
into my will.  He went over it again and I repeated it back to him another 
three times.  We'd never be far from each other except when he went to get the 
dope.

    I was calmer and more confident than I figured I would be when we parked 
in the parking lot.  The shops were about a block away and there were a lot of 
California license plates filling the lot.  We were wearing dark glasses.  
Nobody could miss us.  We looked like a pair ho-daddies from the valley, he 
said.  I laughed.  We had lunch and he pointed out the shop we were to visit.  
We were both scanning the crowd out in the street.

    I found them first.  Perfect.  I even knew her.  I described them until he 
acknowledged me and was stoked I knew them.  He left and I followed behind 
them about a half a block.  They were just wandering through the shops.  Dad, 
mom and my friend, Micki.  We weren't close or anything but did take a couple 
of classes together.

    Like a vision, he appeared out of a shop between me and Micki and her 
family.  He was carrying a shopping bag.  He came right toward me calling out, 
"I got the boots, honey."  I almost laughed but instead quickened my pace 
toward him.  The family was coming out of the next shop.

    "Micki !"  I called.  She whirled.  In less than ten seconds we were in 
deep conversation about the bargains.  On your way South or North ?  Buffalo 
was at my side waiting patiently to be introduced.  The parents turned back 
and now there was five of us.  We were part of a group.  Camouflage !

    It was about three o'clock and they were getting ready to head back to the 
states...Los Estados Unidos, that is.  Willy was asking the father if it was 
ok if we followed them for a while as his engine was heating up.  The father 
was happy to help.  "Sure...As far as you want."

    We're on our way.  They had bags and bundles...All we had was the boots 
and two kilos of hemp...The best fucking plant in the world.  When he started 
counting to a hundred, I knew we were close.  We'd slowly fallen behind our 
back up, as he called them.  I don't think they missed us and I sure hope they 
kept on going.  Buffalo mentioned that we were spending the night at the 
beach.  Let me tell you that raised some eye brows.

                               The Rocket ship

    He produced what looked like a green cigar.  "A bonus, for being a cool 
guy.  That's what Juan said.  He called it a rocket ship...Said it would take 
us to the moon...I was hoping for Jupiter or something way out there.  Light 
it up, beautiful."  He was driving very slowly, no more than five, six miles 
an hour.  Like he'd memorized the bad spots, we would swing from side to side 
as the brush scrapped against the side of the car.  Now, I knew why he drove a 
piece of shit car.

    The joint was a third gone and laying in the ash tray.  "No way I can make 
this any better."  He yelled as we made the sharp right turn and started down.  
I slid across the seat and held on to his waist as we bounced down to the 
cleared out area.

    "Willy..." I whispered.  He leaned his head down to hear me over the 
scraping sounds coming from both sides of the station wagon.  "...be like with 
me on your lap and you deep inside me."  He jerked up and stared into my eyes.  
His eyes were almost opaque...He was some place else and trying to draw me 
there.  The bouncing stopped abruptly and he drove straight for the sand.

    He was coming around the back of the station wagon and on the way, lowered 
the tail gate.  He was helping me out of the car.  His dick was easy to see in 
his shorts.  I was up against the side of the station wagon and I could feel 
him against my belly.  His hands were running up and down my sides, brushing 
against my tits every trip.  His tongue was like it was last night in my 
vagina, exploring every crevice of my mouth.

    I was hanging on to his neck as he picked me up by the ass and sat me on 
the end of the tail gate.  I don't think we were going to eat this time.  The 
sky was turning all sorts of colors as he bunched my skirt up around my waist 
and then my panties were coming down.  My legs spread as he pulled them off 
over my tennis shoes and tossed them into the back of the station wagon.  He 
was staring at my sex.  I felt wet and all he'd done was kiss me and fondle my 
tits and ass a little.

    He started fooling with his shorts but I stopped him; unsnapped, unzipped  
and dropped them to the ground.  His cock was standing tall out of the fly in 
his boxer shorts.  Down they went.  My hunger was intense.  I pulled him by 
the dick between my legs and felt the power again.  He was mine but soon I 
would become his.  Consumed by his penis as I'd been consumed by his mouth.  I 
just knew this would be different from the past.

    He was moving my wrist up and down which rubbed the head of his penis up 
and down my slit.  His other hand was clearing away some hair and now I felt 
him at the portal of my sex.  I released him and felt the shaft of his dick 
sink into my belly.  My legs were splayed and he was leaning over me.  He 
kissed me and filled me at the same time.  I went crazy and started hunching 
up against him like a dog in heat.  He was fucking me like no one ever had.  
Hard, deep stokes...My legs were spasaming around his middle as he drove his 
dick in and out of my very willing body.

    I could feel the sweat being soaked up by my dress.  He was straining over 
me.  His eyes staring into mine, sweat beading up on his forehead and then he 
lit up like fire works.  I could feel his penis spew forth it's treasure.  My 
insides were coated with him.  He was still fucking me, hard and fast.  My 
legs gave out and slid over the back of the tail gate.  He stayed in me until 
his shrunken warrior slipped out.

    We bathed in the ocean and then used one of the jugs of water to shower.  
Wow !  What a freak out.  Standing in dishwashing tubs and having your lover 
pour water over your head while you caresses the salt brine off your body.  He 
went after me and then we were on the sleeping bags and it was non-stop sex 
until I was sore.  The last time was the best.  I was on my knees and he was 
just driving himself in and out of me like a machine.  I was cuming about 
every minute and about to fall to my stomach.  My thighs ached and I could 
feel my vagina start to get raw...That had never happened before but then I'd 
never been fucked before.

    Like he knew I was going to collapse, he yanked me by the hips and then 
leaned over me.  His cock pulled about half way out.  One arm was around my 
breasts, a hand cupping one.  His other was between my legs, rubbing my mound.  
He was a puppet master and I was his puppet.  I was going to cum again and he 
wasn't even thrusting.

    "Sore ?"  I just nodded as the flush over came me, the tingling running up 
and down my arms and legs.  Sweat was dribbling down my neck and there was a 
wet film of perspiration between us.  He pulled out of me and then started 
running his boner up and down the crack of my ass.  He was holding my cheeks 
together and let me tell you there was enough juice back there to last a life 
time.

    My back felt cool as the perspiration evaporated and he was starting to 
grunt and groan as he ran his cock up and down my ass furrow.  I felt the 
first spurt land on my back but the rest was mixed with our sweat and juices 
from earlier.  I slept for a long time with a towel between my legs after he 
wiped my behind.

    Just as before, he was surfing when I woke.  I was naked this morning and 
didn't think I'd wear clothes at all today.  Then I remembered the soreness.  
God !  I almost doubled the number of times I'd done it in one night.  Wow !

    I was cooking the bacon when he got out of the water.  I was in my swim 
suit.  He crouched down behind me and whispered, "Glad you're clothed.  If you 
weren't...I might just have to ravish your body again and then we might not 
get our shit together and that would be a big fucking mistake.  Tonight...I'm 
yours...What ever your mind can envision."

    After breakfast, he broke the skeg off the blue board and then hollowed 
out the foam after removing the tail block.  He molded the bricks of dope and 
forced them up into the surfboard then fitted some of the foam back in and 
started sanding.  There were ten of them, over twenty pounds.

    "Aah...I thought you said just a couple of pounds ?"

    "Well...There's two of us...And this may be the last time...Some how I 
don't think the air force would approve of this type of entrepreneurial 
spirit."

    I was about to ask him how he could rationalize what we were doing with 
what he was going to start doing in the Fall ?  Like he knew it was coming he 
started.

    "You ever speed ?"  I nodded my head.  "Well, that's really bad shit.  You 
could kill someone because you're speeding...So there's a reason for that law.  
How many laws have no reason at all other than one group of people trying to 
form or shape another group ?  That's kind of how I look at it.  They tell you 
to get smart, go to school and then try to feed you some shit about one thing 
or another...Look at the Kennedy shooting...They still haven't unfucked that.  
I don't think they ever will."

    I just stared.  He continued.  "Now, I'm joining up...A lot of guys my age 
are opting out of that by taking the eight year plan at college.  I've got the 
feeling this draft thing is going to really get out of hand.  There are people 
up North talking about civil disobedience...Like what the black people are 
doing in the South.  So, anyway...I'm going in and I'm going to Viet 
Nam...Going to volunteer.  If the people of this country think it's important 
enough to send some of their sons over there to die then...Well, I just think 
I ought to go see what it's really like.  I'm sure in the end it'll just be a 
lot of bullshit but I'm going."

    I'm sure he could never use that in any legal argument but it kind of made 
sense.  But anarchy always sounds cool to young people.  He was glassing 
before lunch but left the skeg broken, hanging by some fiberglass from the 
bottom of the board.

    "A little realism.  Now let's go surfing !"  He took me out on his board 
and we rode tandem.  Now, I only got up once and he was holding me but it was 
a kick in the ass.  We got righteously stoned before dinner and while he was 
cleaning up, I went to relieve myself.  I dabbed on some perfume and came back 
to the small camp fire wearing nothing else.  The light flickered over my 
body.  He was sitting on one of the sleeping bags, smoking on that same joint 
he got from whoever he did the deal with.

    When he looked back he fell to his back and motioned me over to him.  I 
thought the shock of seeing me naked would ignite the power I had over him but 
as soon as he flopped to his back I knew I was his.  He drew me over and I 
stood, looking down at him.  He was sliding his trunks down and I knew I'd do 
anything he wanted, soreness or no soreness.  His cock was turgid and growing 
by the second.  I was excited, could feel the clamminess between my legs.

    "You're beautiful...Come on...sit right here."  He was patting his chest 
and I knew he was going to drive me crazy.  I put a foot on either side of him 
and squatted down over his chest.  His hands cupped my fanny and guided my 
open crotch toward his face.  He held me away and then teased the tip of his 
tongue through the hair and into my labia.  I tried to suffocate him several 
times and twice he had to move me away and clear some pubic hair out of his 
mouth.  I must have cum a hundred times as his tongue played over my labia and 
clitoris.

    He kept asking me if I like this or that and all of it was so fucking good 
that I was chanting "Yes !" over and over again.  I finally rolled off him and 
curled up into a ball of quivering flesh, pulsating on the sleeping bag.  He 
started at my heels, up my calves, my thighs and then his tongue was between 
the cheeks of my ass and I was yelling "Yes !" as loud as I could.  He ended 
up nibbling on the back of my neck.

    I don't know how long we slept but he was snoring softly when I moved away 
from him.  The fire was out and it was very dark.  I lit up the last of joint.  
He called it a roach.  We were using a split match as a roach clip.  He rolled 
over on to his back and I put the roach down.

    I was leaning over and blowing my warm breath on his scrotum and penis.  I 
saw it twitch and knew I was going to drive him to the same place he drove me.  
He was mine and I was going to consume him.  When his penis twitched again, I 
ran my tongue up his entire length.

    I looked up at him and sensed him staring at me.  I could hardly see his 
face.  "Don't you dare stop, Cathy...Don't even think about it.  Suck the life 
right out of me, honey.  Now...No teasing."  He was insistent but I teased.  I 
started at his balls and licked them until they were wet.  His cock was hard 
and straight up against his belly.  I licked to the tip and then asked what 
he'd like me to do.

    He pointed to the place and I drove my tongue into the grove right under 
the head of his penis.  He groaned.  And then I swallowed as much of him as I 
could.  His boner quivered in my mouth and throbbed with heat.  My mouth was 
like a pump...Up and down my lips went as I held his dick straight up.  He was 
throwing his head back and forth on the sleeping bag and talking a bunch of 
gibberish.

    My tongue was back at the grove and he was a bug on hot skillet below me.  
Back to sucking and I knew he was close.  The explosion was quick.  Two, maybe 
three spurts of semen rushed out of his penis and I was gargling his seed.  He 
kept saying, "Oh !  God !" over and over again.  I didn't stop until he was 
soft and wrinkly.  He was asleep.

    The next morning, our last full day, I greeted him when he got out of the 
surf by sitting bare ass naked on the tailgate with my legs spread.  "Your 
breakfast is ready, master."  God !  He was an animal and ate me for over an 
hour, finally reaming his tongue into my anus after teasing my rosebud for 
five minutes or so.  I was a wreck and could hardly struggle to a sitting 
position after he finished.

    We sunbathed and surfed and ate most of our food.  Tomorrow was the trip 
home...And the boarder crossing.  I'd almost forgotten about the dope.  That 
night, we ate each other for desert and slept in each others arms until he got 
up to surf.  He wanted to be out of here by eight...Noon would be busy time at 
the boarder.

    I was packing some shit in the station wagon.  He came up behind me and 
then his arms were around me.  He smelled of ocean and fresh air and camp fire 
and sex.  I could smell it on him and imagined that I smelled the same way.

    "I think we need to be totally relaxed for the crossing."  My bottoms were 
on the way down.  They ended up around my ankles.  His boner was between the 
cheeks of my ass.  Then his face was plastered to my behind, his tongue 
running around between the cheeks of my butt.  I put my forearms on the 
tailgate and he devoured me, my cunt, my asshole.  The cheeks of my butt were 
tingly with a whole lot of tiny bites.

    "Fuck me...Willy !"  It was begging.  I wasn't proud anymore.  I wanted 
him to fuck my brains out.  Wanted that tingly feeling, the heat, the 
exhaustion.  He was up and forcing a not very hard dick into me.  Only the 
head was in but he was pumping like a fool.  I could feel it grow right into 
my cunt and I was yelling and screaming.

    He was out of his mind, just fucking me like an animal.  I could hear his 
belly slapping against my behind.  His cock now hard as stone and drilling in 
and out of me at an ever increasing speed.  I was slick, wet and then we 
started cuming...The rush of his semen coating my insides and the heat from my 
belly consuming our lust.  He was thrust full into me and I could feel his 
muscle spasm in my belly, my vagina was quivering around the pole of flesh 
inside me.  I wondered if he could feel me ?

                                [continued in]
                         The Way it Should Have Been
                                 [part three]

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