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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Way it Should Have Been"[3/4]{Frederick T.}(MF oral)
Date: Wed,  8 Jan 2003 18:10:19 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Way it Should Have Been
Part: 3 of 4
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Keywords: (MF oral)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
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  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 Three
                                  (MF oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                       Palos Verdes Estates, California

    We were standing on my front porch.  I didn't want him to leave...Wanted 
it to start all over.  He was playing with my hair when my mother opened the 
front door.  I thought she'd be at work by now ?  Maybe she was distraught, 
finding her only daughter missing for who knows how long ?

    The boarder crossing had been anti-climatic.  Willy pulled in behind 
another family of people and even went up and talked with the guy while we 
were waiting in line.  I could hardly contain my laughter.  He made a big deal 
of saying good-bye as the guy pulled into the customs area.

    "Maybe they'll think we're with them and just do a once over...Always a 
chance."  We were both disappointed when they flagged our back up over for a 
more thorough search.

    "Good afternoon, sir.  We're both american citizens."  Buffalo was holding 
out our birth certificates and driver's licensees.  He also had the note from 
where ever.

    "How long you two been in mexico ?"  Willy was very straight forward with 
the officer and I was crossing my fingers that he'd wave us through.  "Looks 
like one of you wiped out."

    "Yea...Dumb surf bunny...I've got to get it fixed before I have to report 
to Lackland air force base.  Going to try to be a pilot in the air force."  I 
was flushing with embarrassment.

    The guard laughed and told him he'd have to cut his hair.  Willy laughed 
while nodding his head up and down.  Almost as an after thought he asked, "You 
folks bring any liquor with you ?"  He was staring at me.

    "Probably a couple of bottles of beer rolling around under the seats but 
that's all."

    "Thanks...Drive safely."  He waved us through.  I realized that I was 
breathing in short, quick breaths.

    "Don't take it personal...It was part of the mirage that just floated 
through the boarder."  He was pumping his arms up and down as we accelerated 
away from the boarder.  "I've decided you show promise and have awarded you, 
let's see now...You've got six weekends left before you have to leave for 
school ?"  I nodded about to say something cute and flippant.  "Then six it 
is.  We'll leave real early, about three or so and meet the sun when it hits 
the water at pendleton...Spend the whole day...Even have dinner...Get you home 
about ten at night...Your mother buy that ?"  I'd kill her if she didn't.

    I was doing the same now as my mother glared at me...Blushing and 
breathing in short, choppy breaths.  Willy bowed at the waist and announced.  
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Naylor.  I must confess it was all my idea.  I kidnapped 
your daughter off the public streets and liberated her to the country of 
mexico.  Our time in mexico was full of unspeakable debaucheries and at one 
point I was offered a thousand pesos for the flower of your life.  I refused 
and instead, enlisted her support in smuggling a ton of mar-ji-wana into los 
estados unidos.  After selling the dope, I'm going to propose marriage and 
we'll live happily ever after and I'll deliver you dozens of grand children."

    He was still bowed at the waist, his hair falling down toward the ground, 
almost reaching it.  It was over.  My mother was in awe of him, just as I was.  
I could see it in her eyes.  They wrinkled up and then her lips curled and she 
was laughing.  Relief showed on her face.

    By early September, I was standing and actually riding waves by myself.  I 
was so fucking excited I could hardly contain myself.  I kept it a secret but 
could hardly wait to tell my boy friend that I learned from Buffalo while he 
was at baseball camp.

    Each of our trips were identical but somehow he always managed to make 
them a brand new adventure.  Oh !  Yea !  We had a lot of sex.  I think we 
spent as much time fucking as we did surfing.

    When my boy friend saw me lugging the board down to the water that first 
day at Torrance, he laughed.  He wasn't laughing a half hour later after I'd 
caught three waves to his one.  He sensed we were drifting apart and I think 
he was thankful.  He envisioned college as one endless race after pussy.  I 
wanted to graduate and get on with life.  I was focused, ready to do it.

                             After Christmas 1965

    Niki Naylor was on her way to the door.  It was just a little after one 
and she was still in her robe.  It was her day off.  She looked out the spy 
hole and didn't recognize him at all, initially thought he was a police 
officer.  He stepped back and waved toward the door like he knew she was 
there.

    "Jesus !  I hardly recognized him...His tan is gone and his hair.  Oh !  
God !  Cathy, he's like a shorn sheep.  But he looks so handsome in the 
uniform..."  I felt a pang of jealousy as my mother described the night 
lieutenant Tamarack treated her to.  The emptiness fanned out from my stomach 
and when I got off the phone, I was depressed.  I set the alarm for 
four-thirty...Wanted to get some sliding in before my first class.....

    The panel truck had pulled right up in to the drive way, late in the 
afternoon of Christmas eve.  The driver was no more than seventeen with bottle 
bleached hair.  My heart was beating a mile a minute as painted on the side of 
the panel truck was the decal of the surf shop where he used to work.  The guy 
had a card in his hand.

    "Miss Cathy Naylor ?"  I just nodded.  He held out the card.  I took it.  
"Got some shit from Buffalo for you.  He made me promise to deliver it 
personal."  He was on the way to the van and I was tearing the envelope open.

              Cath, If there's no risk, it's probably not worth doing Hope you 
use the stick and the wet suit often while you're away at college...Aaah...You 
going to have a few days free Summer of '67 to go surfing with a pilot ?  A 
fighter pilot, because that's what I'm going to be. Peace, Buffalo

    Oh !  Fuck !  That was so far away.  The kid was carrying a brand new 
light blue surfboard with a rather large box under his other arm.  "He shaped 
and glassed it himself...He wanted me to sneak that into the conversation."  I 
just sat by the tree and stared at it for a long time.  Below the decal was a 
kind of a plaque...Buffalo Tamarack signature model.  I felt flushed and the 
depression spread throughout my body.....

    I'd had a lot of that lately, felt empty...He'd written and told me he 
just might be able to spend a few days during Christmas but then never showed 
up.  I was walking down the beach in my wet suit, custom made...The guy said.  
It fit me like a glove and now I knew why he took all those measurements - all 
naked, of course and then we were at each other.  I felt the emptiness in the 
pit of my stomach.

    I remembered Christmas morning, throwing off my bathrobe and stripping off 
my night gown.  My mother was staring at me strangely as I pulled the wet suit 
on.  I was bouncing up and down a little and my tits were jiggling.  My mother 
knew...Don't ask me how ?  But she knew everything.

    The way she looked at me was different.  I wasn't her little girl anymore.  
I was a woman.  She was jealous that I'd been loved.  She must miss that.  I 
wondered if daddy made her feel the way Buffalo made me feel ?

    And then my mother calls and tells me she had dinner with him, went 
drinking with him.  They both got drunk and went dancing, even.  The heat in 
my stomach dissipated after I caught the first wave and by the time I was back 
in the dorm...I was focused again.

                                 January 1967

    A group of us were watching the war on TV.  I was disgusted with it all.  
He graduated last week and was off to a whole bunch of schools.  Survival was 
first and then water survival...Nice place to be...Florida in March.  Then A-1 
training and then the war.  He'd be there this Summer.  But he promised me at 
least thirty-days of leave before he went to war.

    I'd already told my mom that we were going to stay at the house 
together...The same room...Or we'd find something for the month.  Mother 
didn't even argue...Even asked if he had friend.  We both laughed over that.  
I was considering staying for Summer school as his leave wasn't until late 
Summer but the surf up here was so poor in the Summer.

    He'd called this afternoon but I missed it...Was surfing.  I was pissed.  
Wished it didn't get dark so early.  There was a good swell in and I was 
anxious for the morning.

    My roommate usually had a lot to say after he called.  I'd missed him 
before.  Today, he either had little to say or my roommate was keeping 
something from me.  I felt a rumble in my stomach.  I was hungry for a 
man...Hadn't been totally faithful but then we'd never talked about it and I 
was sure he probably did the same thing.  I'd slept with a couple of guys in 
the last year and a half...Sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't.  I 
wondered if I'd have the balls to tell him ?  I wondered if he'd tell me ?  I 
slept with the pillow between my legs.

    It was crystal clear but cold, Saturday morning.  There were just a couple 
out but it was hardly light.  I'd get some quality time in before the crowd.  
I was waxing up, on my knees in the sand...Looking out at the waist high 
swells wrapping around the point.

    "Been any good lately ?"  I froze and started shaking, I had so much 
energy released inside of me.  He was squatting about a yard away, his board 
tucked between his thighs and stomach.  His wet suit was the same from years 
ago.  It hung on him.

    I hadn't seen him or heard him approach and hardly recognized him.  The 
hair was a little longer than what my mother described but he was skinny as a 
rail and white as a ghost.

    "You're going to freeze your ass off wearing that thing."  I was smiling, 
ear to ear.  So was he.

    "Yea !  You're probably right but I'm pretty sure I can convince a certain 
young lady I know to do all kinds of despicable things with me later and that 
ought to warm me up, so let's go surfing !"  He was up and heading toward the 
water and I followed.

    He surfed like a kook, all uncoordinated and must have fallen a dozen 
times during the session.  I gave him inordinate amounts of shit !  I was 
surfing better than he was and I was by no means very good.  But then he 
reached down and captured something.  One minute he's kook McGerk and the next 
he's Dora at the 'bu on the perfect day.

    I was paddling back out and watched as he was scratching for a pretty good 
size wave.  He was up and I thought he would fall.  He was too far back and 
the curl was rushing after him.  It was going to eat him and then he was 
stepping forward on the board and like a sling shot his board accelerates away 
from the white water...He's on the nose, hanging ten...Arms in the air and 
yelling just like that time in mexico.  I've got goose bumps.

    He was heading right toward me, still on the nose.  Like a cat he was back 
peddling and throwing this huge rooster tail of spray all over me.  I ducked 
through the lip and he was beside me, pulling me off the board and we were in 
each others arms and kissing.  That was all the surfing for the day.

    We were like children, running up the beach toward the road.  He led the 
way and stopped right beside a brand new volkswagen van...What the hippies 
were calling a bus...Gray and shinny in the mid-morning sun.  He was talking 
about the straps he wanted to hang from the inside roof...To cradle the 
surfboards and the mattress that was going to go in the back.

    I dropped my board and hugged him from behind.  "Shut up, fighter pilot, 
get the fucking boards in the van and let's go back to the dorm and get 
naked."  When he drove right by the dorm, I badgered him again.  "You stupid 
fighter pilot, the dorm is over there."  He reached across me and opened the 
glove compartment.  Lying with all the manuals and shit they give you with a 
new car was a baggie of dope and a package of zigzags.

    "Roll'em if you got'em...And I hope you've been exercising your love 
muscle because if you haven't it might sting a little tomorrow morning when we 
go surfing."  The van was filled with bellowing laughter as we exited the 
university.

    He had a room...More like a suite at a Holiday Inn or something like that.  
We finished the joint in the bathroom while stripping off our wet suits and 
his dick was hard as steel when I wrapped my hand around it.  It was cool to 
the touch and his pubic hair was all wrapped around his penis.  His mouth was 
on my breasts, my nipples were like diamonds and he was chewing on them.

    That little heater they put in the ceilings of motel bathrooms was heating 
up the room.  The shower was going full blast, filling the room with steam and 
I was sitting on his face.  No shit !  Squatting, holding on to the sink.  His 
tongue was painting me from asshole to clitoris.  I was grunting and groaning.  
He pushed me away and folded me in half on the floor.  My legs were up around 
his shoulders.  He had his hands stretched out above my head, holding his 
weight off me.

    "Put it in, Cathy.  Then hold on for blast off."  I squeezed my hand down 
there and rubbed his dick in my very wet pussy.  He was counting down,  "Ten, 
nine, eight, seven..."  I could feel my cunt nibbling on the head of his cock.  
My cunt was alive...Wanted to feel more alive.  The electricity was just 
beginning, the heat of my body and the bathroom already consuming me.  
"...two, one..."  I didn't hear the zero.  My ear drums exploded in sound.  He 
was yelling at the top of his lungs.  "Blast off !"

    Only my ankles and cunt were touching him.  I don't think his belly ever 
came in contact with the back of my thighs or my butt...But his cock was like 
light speed, pumping in and out of my cunt...It was like he was there but he 
wasn't and then the bomb went off.  I was an animal below him.  My nails 
digging into his shoulders.

    My cunt was hemorrhaging semen.  My bush felt like a swamp.  He was still 
fucking me.  Jesus !  We'd never done it in bed and here we were, on the tile 
floor of the bathroom.  But I couldn't feel a thing against my back, just his 
cock caressing the walls of my vagina as it pumped in and out of me.  I was 
cuming again, digging my finger nails into him and humping up at him like I 
was bewitched.

    The shower was anti-climatic.  We actually washed each other without any 
fooling around.  We were anticipating the bed.  It was huge.  The red light on 
the phone was blinking when we entered the bedroom.  Buffalo went right to it.

    "Lieutenant Buffalo Tamarack, cong killer extrordinaire, speaking."  He 
listened for a bit.  "Well...My friend...I apologize profusely and promise to 
be a little more...How shall we say it ?  Less exuberant in the future.  Could 
you please give me the number to the bar ?"  He waited and motioned for me to 
disrobe.  I had the towel wrapped around me.  Off it came and I was moving 
toward him.  He thanked the guy and was dialing.  His towel came off and his 
cock was getting hard.

    He was ordering a "...bottle of your best champagne...Make that two and 
deliver one to room 247...Oh !  God !  What are you doing ?  What ?  What ?"  
I was licking up the inside of his left thigh, wasn't even to testicle level 
yet and he was like a tower pointing out of his groin.  I felt guilty.  He'd 
obviously been saving himself for me.

    He was mumbling incoherently into the phone.  I licked up his side until I 
was standing against him.  I took the phone out of his hand and told the guy 
the room number, "...and don't deliver it for a half an hour."  I hung up and 
he was lying back on the bed, holding his cock straight up.

    We were coupled in less than a second.  He had his hands back behind his 
head.  "My turn...Or is it your turn...Maybe, it's our turn...But you're doing 
the work.  Get us off, Cathy."  I started laboring above him and watched his 
brow furrow as I pumped my cunt up and down his hardon.  It felt like a big 
knob in my stomach and I was greasy between my legs.

    I could feel my meat cling to him on the way up and then that full feeling 
as I impaled myself on him.  He told me to turn around because he wanted to 
watch the most beautiful fanny in the world.  I couldn't move fast enough.  As 
my butt rose and fell over his body, his cock was sliding in and out of my 
very wet cunt...I felt his knuckle or maybe his finger poking against my anus 
on every down stroke.

    I pumped my butt harder and felt the tip of his finger enter my asshole.  
It was exquisite !  And then I was cuming...Out of control.  I was on my side 
and he was still in me, both my vagina and my asshole.  He was driving them 
both in and out of me like a stallion.  I was going off about every stroke and 
then he was flooding my cunt with cum.

    We were sweaty under the blankets but the room air was cold against our 
wet skin.  My head was on his chest.  I was a swamp between my legs.  His hand 
was in my hair, running his fingers through it.

    "Well...Any of these college boys give you an "E" ticket ride like that ?"  
I was silent.  In a flash he was out of bed and I thought he was pissed.  He 
was dressing.  I was panicked.  What the fuck was I going to do ?  He was 
pulling on his coat, his wings shinny against the blue.  I was out of bed and 
then the door bell rang.

    He was standing at the door and turned back to me.  I was still naked.  
Not quite sure where my wet suit was ?  "Back in bed, beautiful.  I want you 
on an elbow showing the bulge of your tits against the sheet...Maybe...Yea !  
One leg out of the covers, showing a lot of skin...I want this guy to have a 
reltne when he leaves the door...It'd be cool if he got one while I was 
tipping him."

    I flushed, my legs were weak.  "Well...Do you want him to get the whole 
picture ?  Shit !  He'll pass out...All the blood will rush to the head of his 
dick and he'll keel over.  Get into bed, beautiful...The leg and bust will be 
enough."

    He turned to open the door and the guy's eyes immediately went to me lying 
in bed.  He had two ice buckets with bottles of champagne in both of them.  
Willy stepped aside after taking the bill from him.  The guy's eyes never left 
me.

    "Over by the bed, if you would, please...Just one of them.  The other goes 
next door...247.  Tell them we're sorry...Better yet."  He rushed over to the 
desk and wrote out a little note for the people next door.  I was having a 
staring contest with the room service guy.  I kept moving my bare leg up and 
down my covered one.  My hip was bare and no shit !  I could see the guy 
starting to get a hardon.

    He had a difficult time concentrating on Buffalo as he gave him 
instructions and kept trying to sneak peeks at me.  I was on fire...Felt like 
the sexiest thing in the world.

    The guy finally left.  Buffalo turned and leaned against the door.  "What 
time you get up this morning ?"  I was still rubbing my leg up and down.  He 
was staring through me...Like he could see all I'd done.  I knew, he knew.  I 
couldn't hide it from him.  I was flushing, felt hot, had a fever.

    "Well...What time ?"

    I told him.

    His eyes never left mine as he picked up the phone and spoke into it.  
"Wake up call for room 245...Zero four-thirty.  Yea !  That's right...Zero 
four-thirty...You want to go surfing with us ?"  He laughed into the telephone 
and then was taking off his uniform.  He got on top of the covers and started 
rubbing my bare thigh.

    "Well...Where were we...I seem to remember asking...No, begging for a 
little encouragement.  Maybe, a pat on the back.  Something like...'Oh !  
Willy !  You're the best !'  Because you are the best partner I've ever shared 
intimacies with...Hands down...No close seconds...No crossed fingers."  His 
face was coming close to mine and his voice was becoming softer.  His tongue 
was in my mouth and I melted.

    I gave him a blow job that lasted over a half an hour, bringing him to the 
point of no return several times before swallowing everything he could pump 
into my mouth.  I looked at his watch and freaked out.  It wasn't even noon 
yet and we were drinking champagne and already made love three times.  God !  
I'm not sure I can last another sixteen hours in this room with him.  He may 
fuck me to death...Taking my last breath with his meat drilling in and out of 
me.  Oh !  God !  Never let this end.  Oh !  Please...I'll even start going 
back to mass...I promise !

    He insisted I go to class but stayed until Tuesday.  He left the van with 
me and even had it registered in my name...Insured, too !  I was to pick him 
up at L.A.X. when he got finished with all this training...A couple of days on 
the hill and then two full weeks at the Secret Spot.  I got wet every time I 
thought about it.  I went seven full months without getting laid...And it was 
hard at times.  It's funny !?  We never talked about it...Not once, after he 
gave me his little talk.  I felt it just didn't matter any more.  He'd always 
come back...That's what he was telling me.  So I cut out the extracurricular 
activities and went to mass a lot...Don't ask me why ?

                                Before the War

    He'd called the last five nights...Always the same...That old Beach Boy's 
song about; "...go surfing now, everybody's leaning how..."  That's it, just 
the song...No talking, nothing but the song.  It was the night before.  I was 
supposed to pick him up tomorrow.  I remember laughing.  My mom was standing 
right behind me while I talked.  He was teasing me.  "...wear any panties...A 
skirt would be best.  Then I can just lift it up and we could go at it.  I 
might be able to wait until we get to the van..."

    My mother in the background:  "Is he coming ?  Is he coming ?"  I kept 
nodding my head in her direction but it was like she was blind.  She was as 
excited as I was.

    He was rambling on.  "...tell your mother that I'm not coming yet...I'll 
at least wait until I get near you...Now, whatever you do, don't bring your 
mother."  He paused.  "...second thought...She got a boy friend yet ?"  He was 
waiting for an answer and I was laughing so hard, I couldn't.  I finally 
struggled out "no."  "...bring her along...Picture this...Your mother...Well, 
you get first choice.  What do you want ?"

    I know I was turning red.  My mother grabbed the phone from me.  "What 
time, Buffalo.  My daughter is about to die of embarrassment...What are you 
teasing her with ?  Maybe I should tag along tomorrow to keep you two out of 
trouble ?"

    I could hear him laughing through the phone.  I yanked the phone out of 
her hand and almost screamed into the phone, "You better bring a lot of 
friends then...'cause...'cause you'll be wiped out before I get warmed up !"  
My mother was laughing like crazy.  I was sure she had no idea what we were 
talking about.  She'd told me that her love life with daddy was at best like 
one of my high school dates.  I admitted we were sleeping together but got no 
where near sharing intimacies with her.  I think that's what she wanted.  She 
wanted to be more friend than parent to me.  She was lonely.

    I'd spent a lot of imagination and creativity on the pick up.  I knew he 
was going to adore me for it.  I was positive the sexual activity that 
followed would be highlighted by the overall plan.  I was standing about a 
hundred feet away from the gate.  The porter was waiting patiently right in 
front of the gate.  He held a greeting from me...Just the row and spot number.  
Nothing else but a little sand.

    Here he came.  I was tingling.  The porter saw him immediately and went 
forward.  I got ready to book.  I had on a simple dress with a belt at the 
waist.  Underneath, I was practically naked.  A garter belt with black nylons.  
I was wet.  I could feel it on my thighs.

    He was reading the note and digging in his pocket for some change.  I 
could see the sand dribbling out of the note.  He had two large bags.  One 
looked like a suitcase, the other was more like a big duffel bag.  He looked 
up alertly and started to scan the crowd.  I know he would have found me if 
he'd looked in this direction first but he didn't and I was off, skirt bunched  
up around my upper thighs, running through the airport like a fool.  I stopped 
and took off my flats...Now, I really looked like an idiot.

    I was trying to fit the key into the sliding door of the van when I heard 
the bags drop.  He was coming toward me, the bulge in his uniform slacks 
plainly visible.  He pushed the door back and we tumbled on to the mattress 
with me below him.

    I was trying to hike up my skirt.  He was shoving his slacks down.  His 
cock was out and against me.  He yanked up one of my legs and thrust himself 
into me.  I was clutching him when he started spasaming, he'd been so excited 
he came on the first thrust.  Now, he started fucking me with his shrinking 
penis.  When his finger wet itself below my vagina and then wormed up into my 
rectum I went off.  Humping up against his softening cock.  The flush was 
exploding out of my belly and then I was on fire, grunting and groaning like a 
common whore.

    "...Robert...What are you looking at ?"

    "Nothing, mommy."  He rolled off me and pulled me inside.  The door 
slammed shut and he was kissing me.  I knew my leakage was staining the dress   
but wasn't about to move.

    He was looking down at me.  "Let's get this show on the road...That was 
just the opening act...and what an act it was.  I think we ruined our 
clothes."  He started laughing and then was climbing into the front.  He was 
driving before I made it over into the front.

    We were on P.C.H., heading South.  "Aaah...Maybe, I could clean that off a 
bit."  I was licking my lips.

    He leaned away from me.  "If you touch my dick with your mouth.  I'll stop 
right there and force you to finish the job."  He was holding out a 
handkerchief to me.  I think he was serious...No shit !

    As soon as we got in the room.  He ordered me to strip while he quickly 
stripped off his uniform.  He had a hardon.  When he saw the garter belt, he 
rushed me and I had to struggle to get the dress off over my head because his 
cock was pumping in and out of me like a runaway train.  I started cuming 
while the dress was still not all the way off and that's where it stayed.

    We were sixty-nine, both of us naked...Well, I still had the garter belt 
on.  The nylons were long gone.  He had my ass spread and was reaming his 
tongue into my behind.  I was sucking his cock like a starving child sucks her 
mother's tit.  I could hardly hold still and started pulling my sensitive 
behind away from his face.  His head followed and now he was almost sitting 
while he ate out my asshole.

    I finally rolled away from him but he came after me.  He had me pinned to 
the mattress and was slathering my ass and anus with saliva.  I finally 
relented and forced myself to my knees.  Desperate times require desperate 
measures.  "Come on, honey...Fuck me...Come on, stud.  Fuck me into the 
mattress, cocksman.  Give me some cock, baby."

    His tongue didn't waver and was reaming itself right up into my bowels.  
He had a thumb in my cunt and I was humping his digit.  When the flush 
arrived, he abruptly stopped and moved his cock to my behind.  One last swipe 
at my cunt and ass and then.  "Oh !  Jesus !  Fuck !  I'm coming...Go, Willy !  
Go !  Honey !"

    He had his hands in the garter belt like it was some kind of halter, like 
a horse would wear and he was just driving his cock in and out of me like a 
pile driver.  He was chanting.  "Fuck !  Fuck !  Fuck !"  I joined him.

    It seemed he lasted an awfully long time...I was sure he lasted a long 
time as I was sore when he collapsed on top of me.  His cock had long ago 
slipped out of me but he kept pounding his pubic bone against my cunt and 
asshole until he finally drove me down on to the mattress.  We were very 
sticky.

    About an hour went by before either of us spoke.  "If that wasn't an "E" 
ticket ride...I don't think they invented it yet."  He was licking the back of 
my neck.  "Ready to go again ?"  I know I tensed up.  He started laughing.  
"Just joking."  His tongue was in my ear.  I would have...Honest.

    Staying with my mom was cool.  We were both too sore to do shit and were 
usually in bed by nine...Asleep.  We surfed just about every spot from Malibu 
on down to Newport.  He especially liked Newport and Balboa.  Unspoiled, he 
said.  Once we spent the night at Doheny...In the camp ground...Well, that was 
the only time we had sex until we showered the morning we left...Zero 
two-thirty...Oh dark thirty ! God !  What a time to blow him in the shower !

    We were kissing, his seed filling our mouths.  Now, he was nibbling on my 
ear lob.  "Remember the hill ?"  I just nodded.  "How wet is your pussy going 
to be as I fuck you on the way down ?  All the way inside you."  He was 
gripping my butt cheeks, real hard and rubbing them together.  A caldron was 
starting to simmer between my legs.

    We had breakfast in the cantina...Nobody recognized Senior Buffalo.  I 
think he wanted it that way.  Sometimes he kind of drifted away on the way 
down.  He spent most of his time rolling joints from the huge baggie of weed 
he got from somewhere.  You never knew with Willy ?  He was very confidential 
about that...With the dope, I mean.  He asked me straight up after leaving the 
border.  "...want to bring a little back...We can...Get you through you a 
couple of years at school ?"

    "Nah !  Willy, that'd be like bringing sand to the beach."  He looked up 
at me as he dragged his tongue across the adhesive on the zigzag.  He had it 
in his mouth and was sucking on it.  Getting it wet.  When it dried we were 
taking off for Uranus, he said.

    I laughed.  "Your anus, too !"  He laughed and laughed.

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

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