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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Way it Should Have Been"[4/4]{Frederick T.}(MF oral anal)
Date: Wed,  8 Jan 2003 19:10:09 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Way it Should Have Been
Part: 4 of 4
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Keywords: (MF oral anal)
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 Four
                                (MF oral anal)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                   The Secret Spot, Baja California, Mexico

    We traded seats at the old run down store, even had a beer with the owner.  
Willy asked about his nephew, Manuel...The car watching kid.  The two of them 
went on and on about the decline of the marijuana trade.  Oh !  They seemed to 
sell more and more each year but with so much home grown stuff around, some 
times it was tough...And the government down here was starting to make noise.  
The owner could see a day when it would not profitable to run just grass.  
You'd be running the powder and that was going to bring more 
weapons...Everything escalates.

    I was thinking about the war...It seemed to get better every week...The 
light at the end of the tunnel.  He was going to be there at a good time if 
there was ever a good time for war ?

    Willy shared some of the stories he'd heard from some friends of his up 
North.  Now, where he was talking about I had no idea until later ?

    He said that Northern California was a wash in private plots.  People 
growing seedless weed...And it makes the stuff we smoke look like heavy 
breathing.  Willy passed a couple of joints across the counter.  The owner 
stuck them into his shirt pocket.  He kept telling Willy that he thought he 
was on drugs and he was...Just stoned as fuck but talking totally lucidly.  It 
was amazing.  Now, we were speaking english but still...Totally lucid.  Just 
fucking amazing...Like he'd learned some secret while he was away.

    I flashed back to the van...It already had plates.  The dealer was out of 
San Francisco.  I'd heard rumors at school, a new breed of weed...Grown for 
potency...Bud...Not even leaf...Maybe, just a couple of seeds in a lid.  And 
the price of this shit was astronomical !  It was starting to fit together.  
He knew someone up there...An old high school friend, maybe even earlier ?

    I remembered back to the first day I met him.  Just before he noticed me.  
He was talking to his young friend.  They were comparing this surf to the 
frigid North, they called it.  That was right up there where it was.  I smiled 
and then we were off.

    I torched up a joint when he started counting backwards from a hundred.  
He stopped counting at about twenty or so.  I was so stoned that by then I had 
my head out the window trying to look for the opening.  We were arguing and he 
had to back up a bit.  I started laughing.  He was embarrassed.  I kissed him.

    "Do you want to feel my pussy before we fuck ?"

    "Yea..."  It was a rasp.  Just before the right turn he stopped and 
started to wiggle out of his clothes.  His cock was hard.  I waited until he 
was naked and then started to lift the dress up over my head.  His hand was 
between my legs, feeling my swollen cunt lips.  My hair was damp.  I was 
leaking.  He was running a finger up and down my slit.  I threw the dress in 
the back and sat in the corner of the seat and spread my legs, one over the 
seat back.

    He was fingering me and it was making a squishy noise.  We were debating 
which way I should sit on him.  I favored looking forward.  He favored me 
straddling him and using my legs as shock absorbers.  We smoked some more 
reefer and I straddled him.  He was like steel and then the van started 
moving.  No !  We didn't cum...Coming down the hill but at the water's edge we 
fucked and sucked for a little over an hour.

    We surfed, we fucked, we sunned ourselves...We only wore clothes when we 
surfed.  We went to the store about every three days, usually had lunch with 
the owner and talked about a myriad of subjects.  I was taken back by the 
political sophistication of Manuel's uncle's arguments.  But in the end, it 
was all bullshit as Willy usually brought him a couple of joints...The two of 
them were usually so stoned they had to take a nap before we headed back.

    It was our last full day.  I'd left the water about an hour ago.  Willy 
was trying to milk something from about a two foot swell and those were the 
better waves.  The sun disappearing, freaked me out but then I was pretty 
fucked up.  I looked up and the sky over head was a dark gray almost black.

    It started raining.  Big drops...Faster and faster.  Willy was scratching 
for about a foot high wave.  Hardly worth the effort.  He was up and swinging 
his board around.  To the nose he went, with arms raised.  I could see the 
rain drops hitting the ocean.  It made it look like the water was boiling.  I 
was out of my suit and running for the shore line.  He did a standing island 
pull out about three feet from me.  He left the board and was coming toward 
me, his trunks sliding down his legs.

    He was on his back in seconds and I was fitting his spongy cock into my 
cunt.  His hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples.  I was rocking back 
and forth and could feel his cock start to get harder.  I fit the head between 
my labia and sat.  Willy's cock grew right up into my belly.  Neither of us 
moved.  The rain intensified.  It was a down pour and just crazy.

    It was cold against my skin.  I was still on top and he was just drilling 
me like crazy.  He had a finger wormed up my ass and I had finally worked a 
finger into his ass.  He complained the next day that he had sand in his 
morning shit !  I told him personal hygiene was important when you were 
camping out.  He chased me for almost fifteen minutes.  Up and down the beach.  
We ended up on the sleeping bag and made love for the last time at the Secret 
Spot.

                                    R & R

    The ticket came in the mail.  It was a cold December.  His R & R was 
scheduled for February.  I could hardly wait.  He said the out bound 
assignments were dog shit.  I didn't care, I just wanted him out of 'Nam.  
When Tet kicked off I just knew he wasn't going to make it.  I went crazy, 
couldn't sleep...Study...Do anything.  I just couldn't live this way.  It was 
tearing me up inside.  I started smoking a real lot of weed and got drawn into 
the whole thing...The beads, the hair, the attitude, the whole fucking thing.

    I didn't hear from him for over a month.  Shit !  They wouldn't even 
contact me if he bought the farm.  They'd contact his parents.  Shit !  They'd 
left California last year and I never went to see them...Only met them a 
couple of times and didn't feel comfortable with them.  I mailed him back the 
ticket.  He finally wrote that he never got the ticket but sent another one.

    I was meeting him in Hawaii.  April fifteenth.  I was weary...Didn't want 
to get my hopes up and then be destroyed again.  My mother thought I should 
dress a little...More conventionally, as she put it.  His plane was late and I 
had to stand with his parents.  They were living in Hawaii....Were very nice, 
both remembered my name...Ok !  At least one did.  We were welcome to spend 
some time with them if we wanted ?  I was nervous and I'm sure I didn't make a 
good impression.

    He looked like a ghost, hardly as tan as the uniform he was wearing.  I 
was hesitant to rush toward him with his parents there.  His eyes never left 
mine and he drew me to him as he moved toward me.  No mistake he was coming to 
me...Making his parents come to us.  I was in his arms and his tongue was in 
my mouth.  I was naked under the long granny dress, I was wearing, and could 
feel the moisture drenching my thighs.

    His dad embraced my back reaching for him.  I was embarrassed.  I was 
crying.  So was his dad.  Willy was kissing his mom.  I was confused.  His 
parents were leaving.  He turned me to him.

    "You look like a hippie...Has the love of my life become a hippie ?"  I 
just nodded.  "You know us military guys like to rape, pillage and plunder."  
It was a statement not a question.  "Especially very beautiful hippie girls."  
His tongue was in my mouth and I was wrapping my arms around his neck.  We 
must have been a sight...The guy in uniform and the hippie girl...A good 
picture for the press but by then it was too late.  Tet did that to a lot of 
things.

    It was a slummy apartment complex outside of Honolulu.  All we had done is 
neck in the limo.  There was a screen between us and the driver but Willy 
insisted we wait until we were on the way back to the hotel.  I kept pestering 
him but every time I asked where we were going he stuck his tongue in my mouth 
and my cunt started drooling juice.  I was ruining my granny dress.

    Willy looked at his watch and told the driver to be at the bar across the 
street at exactly two o'clock.  We wandered about for a bit and then we were 
in the complex.  It was noisy, lots of the doors were open.  I was a little 
scared.  He knocked.

    The people inside were obviously looking out the peep hole.  I saw 
movement there a second ago.  The door flew open and there was this woman, 
about my age and big as a house.  She must be seven, eight months pregnant.  
She reached for my hand first and very softly said, "You must be Cathy.  
You're all we've heard about for just about...Well, a long time."  Willy was 
closing the door.  When he turned, she whispered "Buffalo" and then kissed him 
on both cheeks.

    We smoked some very good reefer, almost too fresh to get going.  I was out 
of my mind...Could hardly follow the conversation.  Jake was up at the farm.  
"...know Jake, Willy.  He's always trying to fine tune his high.  He's crossed 
some of his humbolt with the shit they grow out here and before..." She rubbed 
her belly.  "...Well, let me tell you it's out of this world."

    They talked money for a while.  I couldn't follow it and Willy kept 
smoking joint after joint.  I was afraid he was going to pass out.  I was 
wrecked and when Jake got home it started again.  It was the same guy from the 
cliff.  He had three of Buffalo's boards leaning up against the wall over by 
the TV.  A little before two we left with two of the surfboards and a lot of 
dope.  Willy had more dope than we could smoke in a year and we only had two 
weeks.  One of R&R and one of leave.  Willy had planned it that way.  I didn't 
know at the time; it was because he'd volunteered to go back.  If I did, it 
would have ruined the whole thing.  Instead it only ruined the last three 
days.  I never forgave him for that.  I should have.

    We were so stoned when we got back to the hotel we could hardly register.  
The hotel staff were laughing like fools as Willy carried me through the 
lobby.  His parents had left a note for us...They upgraded our room.  We were 
now in a penthouse on the top floor over looking the Pacific.

    Willy laid down on the bed and that was that.  The bell man came and went 
but Willy slept like a baby.  I was frustrated and smoked a little reefer.  
The sunset was beautiful.  I finally fell asleep next to him.

    I felt the warmth on my back, it pooled in the curve from my waist to my 
butt.  Hands were in it, spreading it around.  It felt like warm baby oil.  He 
was leaning over me, "Don't move."  It was a whisper.  I slowly turned my head 
and he was there, kneeling beside me, rubbing the oil into my back and 
shoulders.

    There were some scented candles on the night stand.  Willy had set them in 
ashtrays and they flickered.  It was still night outside.  He was whispering 
in my ear, his tongue coming into contact with my ear lobe every other word or 
so.

    "You know by the time I roll you over and get to your snatch...Or I could 
just go in the back door."  One hand was between the cheeks of my ass.  It was 
slippery with the oil.  I thrust my butt up in the air, trying to drive a 
finger or two into me.  He pulled his hand away.  I fell back to the bed in 
frustration.

    "You know this isn't fair."  I was talking like a little girl.  He spanked 
my fanny.  I jumped a little and tried to turn.  He pulled my arms out above 
my head, his body half lying on me.  He was chewing on my ear lobe.

    "Hold on to the top of the mattress and don't let go.  You, my dear, have 
a one way ticket to Nirvana and I'm going to drive you there."  His tongue was 
trailing down my back and then down my right leg.  He pulled my feet off the 
edge of the bed and I held on for dear life.

    He pulled my legs apart and ran his hands up the insides of my thighs.  My 
crotch pumped up and down on the mattress.  He had a finger in me...His little 
finger and it was driving me crazy.  His mouth was on my butt and I was 
whimpering, his little finger still pumping in and out of my cunt.

    He spanked me again and I was crying.  It wasn't that hard but I was 
crying and he was on top of me.  He was hot to the touch and soft.  I could 
feel him against the cheeks of my ass.  He was biting my neck and I was 
wiggling around below him.

    "Remember the rain ?"  I started cuming, bucking up into him.  I felt his 
cock twitch just before he whispered.  I cried a little.  When I came to rest, 
he continued.  "How about the first night...When I licked you down there.  Can 
you feel it ?  My tongue in your cunt ?"  His cock twitched and I bucked up 
into him again.  I was breathing heavily.

    "How about the first time we fucked...God !  I remember it.  You were like 
ripe fruit.  Once you were open, you were juicy...Very juicy.  Are you juicy 
now ?"  His cock was just about there.  He was sliding it up and down the 
crack of my ass and I was moving against him.

    "Are you ready, Cathy ?"  He was moving quite powerfully, really dry 
fucking my ass crack.  I was more than ready and pushed him up as I struggled 
to my knees.  I wasn't quite sure how he did it but it seemed like he was 
poised above me with his feet in the air and his stomach against my back.  
Like a pendulum swings, he was in me, deep, very deep and then the attack 
came.

    His cock was a blur...Like a humming bird in my cunt.  I was yelling for 
him to fuck me faster...Fuck me harder !  I know I passed out because I was on 
my belly and he was kneeling between my legs.  I looked back and his cock was 
like steel up against his belly and all shinny with my juices.  He was 
crooking his finger at me.

    I bounced up on to my knees and he was in me.  He was stationary, his cock 
deep in my belly.  It was a whisper, "Cathy...Cathy..."  I looked back again.  
"Have you ever done it in your rear ?"  I shook my head "no."  "I want your 
ass, lover.  I want your butt...You game, beautiful ?"  I just nodded my head.  
My last cherry and while Buffalo didn't get my first cherry...Well, I'd 
obviously never done this either.  My anus itched.  I knew he'd stop the 
itching.

    His cock head was against me and my hands reached back and spread my ass 
cheeks.  The pressure grew and he told me to relax.  Oh !  God !  He was in my 
ass.  The growl started with him but in just a few minutes I was growling, 
too.  He had three, maybe four inches in my butt.  Wow !  What a different 
feeling.  He was rocking back and forth.  I remained still for maybe a minute 
or two and then I was backing into him.  He was bottoming out against my butt 
and I was wild, screaming like a banshee.  He was chanting "Fuck !" over and 
over again.

    My anus got slick and he pulled my ass further apart.  Oh !  It was 
flooding out me...Like a river.  He was making animal sounds...Oh !  Fuck !  
So was I !

    It was mid-day before I rose.  He was still asleep.  I woke him by sucking 
on his cock.  I got a mouthful for my effort.  We didn't make it out of bed 
until almost sunset and surfed some pretty good reef shit...Right out in front 
of the hotel.  Steep little fuckers and a lot faster than the shore break, I'd 
been riding.

    We camped and hiked with Jake and his girl friend, Maryanne.  She was 
amazing at seven months.  The last time we made love was in a field, in the 
mid-day.  The four of us...We were about ten feet apart.  Both of the boys on 
their backs with the girls riding them like jockeys.  We wandered through 
Jake's farm.  He'd have a plant here and a plant there.  I mean you could 
hardly find them.  Willy was very impressed.

    We were at his parents when it all went to shit.  Willy and his dad were 
arguing about the war.  It was a silly thing but I threw in some college 
philosophy about the war.  Pretty soon it was the three of us.  I think Mrs. 
Tamarack knew when to stay out of a fight and kept her opinions to herself.

    In the middle of all this Willy announced he was going back and the two of 
us attacked.  His dad and I were in the same camp and almost screaming at him 
that he was a stupid shit.  He laughed but by then we were all drunk.  Anyway, 
all through the argument Willy never lost his temper or his head...He was 
obviously very drunk, pouring a shot of Jack Daniel's all over the dinning 
room table.

    When we finally got to bed I told him, "You go back...I may not be around 
when you come home from playing hero."  He told me we'd talk about it tomorrow 
and for the next three days we did.  We always ended up at the same place.  
There was no compromise.  I left very pissed off at William Buffalo Tamarack.  
He was a stupid shit head for choosing the war over me.

                                Late Summer '68

    "Well...What do I tell him ?"  My mother was calling for the fifth time.  
I'd transferred to UCLA and was living down in Santa Monica with a group of 
people.  I didn't answer his letters but they kept coming.

    "Tell him anything you want...Just don't tell him where I live or give him 
my number."  I knew if I talked to him or saw him, I'd succumb to his...I 
wasn't sure what it was but it made me crazy.  I didn't want to be crazy 
anymore.  There was too much to do.  The war had to be stopped.  I laughed 
when my mother got off the phone.  The fool thought he was going to change the 
system from the inside.  Convince people that we shouldn't be bombing people 
back to the stone age...From the inside out.  He was full of shit !

    My mother told me later that she had the most wonderful time.  I thought, 
for just an instant, really...That maybe, they slept together ?  I mean my 
mother really went wild when she talked about him.  I wondered if my mother 
was passing the cake and he was taking a piece ?  Oh !  It didn't bother me in 
that way.  My mother could probably hold her own with him but eventually their 
age difference would cause them to part.  I don't think they'll ever reach the 
heights we did...But I wasn't really sure ?

    A couple of years later he was back.  This must have been the Fall of '71.  
I was married and had just delivered...A girl and she was beautiful.  My 
husband had been with me during the protest years...That fizzled out as the 
draft wound down.  All the bad shit came after that.  My husband and I were 
active with it all.  But that tapered off...Later.  It was chick to bring your 
kid to the demonstrations.

    A gray VW bus was parked in the drive way.  I was late and drove right by 
the house.  No way !  As much as I loved my husband.  He was kind, 
considerate, good in bed.  His dick made Willy's look like a pencil...Yea !  I 
know but it still gives me a little thrill when I see it starting to get hard.  
Anyway, I drove on by and took my daughter to day care instead of grandma's.  
I still wasn't strong enough.  Mom never mentioned he had visited...Not even 
on her death bed.  That was the last time.  A new decade was beginning.  A new 
beginning !

                             ***** Epilogue *****

    It was late Spring...Shit !  Must have been '86, maybe '87...I was on the 
cliff at PV Cove, watching the surf.  A descent swell was in...Kind of late 
for it.  My husband and I would never leave the hill...A just terrific place 
to raise the girls.  Right now, I can't recall why I took the afternoon 
off...I don't know...Really...I don't think it was him...Hadn't thought about 
him in fifteen years...Since the war ended.  There were several cars parked by 
the path down to the beach.  The afternoon was so clear you could see 
Catalina.  Not an often occurrence anymore.

    I heard them before I saw them.  The laugh.  There was no doubt in my mind 
it was Buffalo.  The little one must be his kid.  He had a towel folded up on 
his head and was balancing his board on the towel.  Dad was carrying his own.  
Still a long board and I was willing to bet Buffalo showed the kid a little 
something today.  He was no more than seven or eight...Figured he was his 
oldest.

    They were right below me and the boy was complaining about the wet suit.  
I could hear him very clearly.  "Some people don't have the luxury of warm 
water all year long, buddy."  Oh !  Shit !  Willy didn't name him "buddy" did 
he ?

    He stopped abruptly and looked up, right into my face...It was freaky, 
like he could sense me.  I mouthed "Hi !"  His son was continuing up the 
trail.  I walked toward the end of the path and he kept pace with me.  The boy 
was at the car when Willy called to him.

    "Come here, Jeff.  There's someone I want you to meet."  The boy had the 
van door open and was slinging the board into some straps hanging from the 
inside.  I shook.  I was holding Willy's outstretched hand.  He was still 
holding his board.  His son was standing politely off to the side.

    "Jeff...I'd like you to meet a very good, very dear old friend of 
mine...Cathy..."  I shook the young man's hand.  God !  He looked like him, 
walked like him but his complexion was no where near as dark and his hair was 
almost blonde.  Both of them were very tan and it wasn't a wet suit tan either 
as the kid had his down around his waist.

    "How about taking my board and putting it in the van, son ?"  The boy was 
off to the van, lugging that big log Willy was riding.  He held both of my 
hands but hadn't really spoken to me.  Seconds later the visions were rushing 
by me and I could hardly keep up.  It was like years of experiences were 
bombarding me.

    He was sorry about my mother, so young.  He really liked her and had some 
great times with her.  I laughed and told him about the time I thought he was 
sleeping with her.  He looked over at the van.  I did, too.  The boy had the 
key in the ignition and was playing what had to be a tape.  The Chantels or 
whoever did Pipeline were blasting out of the van.

    He was staring in my eyes when he said it.  "Your mother was a wonderful, 
vibrant woman, Cathy.  Let's not go there.  We had some good times together 
after you and I parted.  She reminded me of you...And I was still in love with 
you.  I was selfish.  I hope I caused no harm."

    The tingling began in my hands and was soon past my elbows.  I dropped his 
hands like they were hot.  He leaned over and kissed my forehead.  My temples 
throbbed.  "I'll never forget the times we had...I hope you have the same 
feelings about them."  I just nodded and he was moving toward the van, yelling 
for Jeff to turn down the music.  It was Jan & Dean singing Surf City.  The 
kid was singing along.  I was drawn toward the van.

    "...good friend, dad ?"

    "Yea, Jeff, a real good friend.  She surfs, too !"

    "Aaah, dad, lots of girls surf."

    "Not when she did, son."  He was staring right at me as he pulled away 
from the curb.  I was flushed and embarrassed but proud.  No matter how many 
men I know in this life time...And I've probably known my share and maybe a 
little more.  I'll never ever meet a man who makes me feel as sexy as William 
Buffalo Tamarack.

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