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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Sport Fucking !
Part: 1 of 4
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf fsolo)
Language: English
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the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  A love story, I suppose ?  A love
affair gone bad, that's another thought.  Those who pick up the pieces
often reap vast rewards...And in this case that is definitely true. 
Sometimes that one mis-step has quite unintended consequences.  Don't hope
for what you wish for...It just may happen.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   Sport Fucking !

   Part One

   (Mf fsolo)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   PROLOGUE

   The baby sitter was mad as hell !  Her boy friend had left town with his
parents for Easter vacation.  She was all alone again.  That seemed to
occur rather often now that he was away at college.  Christmas was the
same. He went away, then it was skiing with his parents.  At least at
Christmas she got him for almost a week.  This time he couldn't spend but
one day with her before he left with his family.  But every minute of that
time was spent at their secret place...Naked, his cock pumping in and out
of her like crazy.  She couldn't get enough.  His mouth was so good between
her legs, his cock always hard...She had denied him nothing...In the mouth,
in the ass, in the cunt...She loved it all.....

   .....The children were in bed, down for the night.  Just thinking about
sex made her horny now a days.  She was in the den, on the couch, quickly
unzipped her jeans...Slid them and her panties down around her hips.  Her
mons stood out.  The baby sitter spread her legs as far as she could and
slid her fingers into the jungle of pubic hair she had growing on her mons.
She arched her back as a finger slid down between the lips of her vagina.
She was wet, very wet, and continued to slide her finger up and down the
sheath her vagina lips made.  It was soon slick with juice and only then
did she slide a finger into her cunt.

   Once, twice, three times she worked her finger in and out of her
vagina...Then she started pumping.  She came quickly, bucked once, twice,
her finger sliding in and out of her wet snatch.  Her other hand came up to
her mouth.  She bit her wrist as the sensations arced through her and was
still ensconced in orgasm when she heard the kitchen door slam shut.

   The baby sitter jerked to her feet and dragged her jeans up in one
motion.  Her legs were shaky and she almost lost her balance.  She just got
her jeans buttoned as the father wandered into the den.  Her fly was still
open.  She could smell herself and swore the father's nostrils flared.

   The teenager was fiddling with her jeans.  It looked like ?!  The father
wasn't sure ?  But he was positive about last Saturday night.  He'd caught
the baby sitter red handed with her pants down around her ankles, fingering
herself to beat the band.  He'd watched her unobserved until she finished
getting herself off.  His wife, visiting her mother; couldn't happen at a
better time.  The teenager was red faced.  God !  She had big tits.  They
were heaving, her nipples were hard.  They poked against the material of
her blouse.

   "Hey !  There you are !" He called out to her.  The baby sitter
struggled to control her breathing.  It was labored, like she had been
running.  She was on fire.  Her face was sizzling.

   "Hi !" dribbled off into silence.  He was staring at her breasts, they
were moving up and down as she breathed.  He was smiling at her.  She
smiled back.  The father was a good looking man, very good looking.

   "Did you get yourself off, honey ?" For a moment she thought he was
asking about his wife ?  But she was gone before the baby sitter arrived.
She was still flushed, her breathing just coming under control.  His back
was to her as he walked into the hallway.  She followed, afraid she'd miss
something he said.  "I've got cameras all over the place...Really for
burglaries but every once and a while you catch something interesting. 
Well, did you get yourself off tonight ?" She wasn't sure she heard him
correctly ?  Cameras !?

   The hall was dim.  Now he was facing her.  She could see the lump in his
crotch...Then remembered how she was last Saturday night, just before they
got home...Spread wide on the couch, going crazy, fingering her cunt.  She
looked up and down the hall.  He started laughing.

   "Had you going there for a moment...Didn't I ?!" He reached for the
waist band of her jeans and slid his fingers down between her stomach and
the jeans.  The button popped and the father immediately pulled her blouse
out of her pants.

   He could smell her.  The little cunt had been playing with herself
again. She was a horny, little girl.  He hooked a finger down into the
crotch of her jeans and pulled her closer.  Her panties were wet.  She'd
really been giving herself a workout.  His cock throbbed in his slacks. 
She was looking down at it.  He was sure now...Down came her jeans along
with her panties.  The father's hand slid right up the inside of the baby
sitter's right thigh.

   The baby sitter spread her legs as the father's hand came right up
between her legs and settled in her hair.  His fingers were searching for
her vagina.  She was very wet and the father slid his finger right into
her.

   "Oooohhhh !" The father's cock throbbed.  Thump...Thump.  Thump...Thump.
Her hand found it's way to his crotch.  She grabbed his boner.

   "Oooooh !  Fuck !" The baby sitter giggled as she started to stroke him.
He was just a bit larger than her boy friend.  He pushed her hand away and
began unbuttoning his slacks.  The zipper was coming down and now his dick
was visible.  It was a hard dick.  Her hand wrapped around it.

   The father's finger was fucking in and out of the tight, hairy cunt
between the baby sitter's thighs.  She was going to cum and started to
squat a bit, humping her crotch on to the finger fucking in and out of her.

   "Yea !  I'm cuming...Oh !  Cummming...Cummmmmming !" It was better than
with her boy friend.  She wondered if the father would eat her pussy next ?
Would he be as good as her boy friend ?  His cock felt good in her hand. 
She was stroking him in hyper drive and was sure he was going to cum.  He
was starting to tense up and then it was on him.  She could feel the wet
passion on her hand...So much more than her boy friend.  The baby sitter
wanted to suck his cock !

   CHAPTER ONE

   The sun was peeking in and out of the clouds but it was mostly cloudy.
It was also cold outside.  The high today was barely into the thirties. 
The park was still full of snow and once you got out of the city, it was
all over the place.  God !  It was a cold winter.

   Dudley Wilson scanned his email...Mostly junk...Well, not really junk
but shit he was going to do nothing about.  "June in Mazatlan" jumped right
out at him.

   It was the hotel, confirming their reservations.  Two connecting rooms
with ocean views...At least five floors up.  Dudley was stoked !  He
replied to the hotel and then forwarded the hotel's email to Daryl Green.
Daryl worked two floors up.  The two of them used to work together but that
ended with Daryl's promotion.

   Daryl was several years older than Dudley.  Never his supervisor but
really helped him out on several occasions when he was a new guy.  It was
Daryl's idea that first time...Heard about it from one of his nephews, who
was down there the summer he graduated from high school.  The month of June
in Mazatlan...filled with thousands of horny high school graduates !  Daryl
bothered him about it for a whole year before they went that first time. 
Just the two of them.  One week...On the beach...It was fucking fantastic !

  
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   Dudley looked down at the pool from the balcony of his room.  This was
fucking unreal !  The temperature was sizzling.  A line of large, white
cumulus clouds was building up over the mountains but the beach was clear.
Clear and hot !  And even hotter were the hundreds of teenage girls who
were parading around in tiny, little bikinis.  Checking into the hotel had
been a chore...Shit !  Getting off the airplane was insanity...Hundreds of
kids running all about.

   Daryl rushed out on to the balcony to join Dudley.  The Pacific
stretched out for miles in both directions.  The wind was brisk and from
the North.  Twenty, thirty knots, easy.  Kids were para-sailing, wandering
up and down the beach; they packed the pool area, both boys and girls. 
Daryl was sure they'd score.  Fuck !  They were single and loaded.  Both of
the men, glaring down at the crowd of teenagers below, were bringing down
six figure salaries, if you included bonuses...After all this was the new
millennium !  A pro-business president and prosperity was here and now ! 
Although the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon put a
little bump in the road, the sun was bright in the future.

   Daryl had guided Dudley's first moves in the ways of the street and
those moves had paid off.  Both were smart men and realized that this ride
was going to end eventually but neither wanted to get off the rocket ship
and watch from the side lines just yet.  They were too young and too brash.

   "Hey !  Buddy, check out the tits on the one in the green !" Daryl
sounded excited.

   Dudley grabbed his crotch and pumped his hips.  "Humma !  Humma !  Humma
!  Let's see if any of these young things are thirsty !" Dudley turned and
headed for the door, dressed in a "T" shirt and swim trunks.  Ready to
party !

   During the course of their week in Mazatlan both of the men got laid a
couple of times.  A couple of California surfer girls.  A blonde with large
breasts.  One of their conquests was tall, skinny and no where near as good
looking as the others but both of the men agreed she was, by far, the best
piece of ass.....

   .....Dudley's day dreaming was interrupted by his ringing phone.  Sadly,
he never made it back to Mazatlan that day.

  
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   It was overcast and drizzling in L.A.  He was looking out at the runways
and wondering if they were ever going to get out ?  Daryl was several rows
away and, when he looked over at Dudley, shrugged his shoulders.  Dudley
was anxious.  His anxiety was, for the most part, caused by the fat cigar
tube that he had shoved up his ass twenty minutes ago in the restroom.  The
cigar tube was crammed full with about an ounce of real good Jamaican
ganja. Dudley was sweating bullets.

   "Don't worry, Dudley.  Take another pill and you'll chill out a bit. 
Planes are still moving about.  They'll call us in another five minutes or
so, relax, buddy."

   Easy for him to say, Dudley thought as he wandered over to the bar and
ordered another bloody mary.  He palmed the pill from his coat pocket and
downed it with a good swig of bloody mary.  One of the byproducts of the
war on terrorism he didn't care for too much.  When he turned back toward
the gate it appeared that their flight was starting to board.  He relaxed
almost immediately and took a couple more slugs of bloody mary before
rushing over to get into line with Daryl.

   Daryl was three away from the gate when Dudley stepped into line.  No
delay here...Down the ramp they went and straight into first class.  Dudley
was a little pissed because they missed some of the young things getting on
the plane.  He found a comfortable position in his seat and watched the
young ladies slowly moving by them toward the coach section.

   The elbow in his side was not subtle but he'd seen her already.  Daryl
was staring at her.  Five-six or seven, light brown hair, all frizzy...Like
a halo around her head.  She was well built although she was trying to hide
it by wearing a bulky sweat shirt.

   She was glaring right into Dudley's eyes and appeared interested !? 
Well, at least she didn't look away when he flashed her a big smile.  The
girl smiled back and then the line started moving again.  She disappeared
from view.

   "What the fuck was that for ?"

   "Hey !  I thought she was good looking."

   "You want to trade places ?"

   "No."

   CHAPTER TWO

   Gail Norbest looked back over her shoulder toward first class.  Classy
looking guy and all dressed up, too !  Older...Out of college and working
for a living.  She wondered what he was doing down here, especially during
June ?  She'd heard from just about everyone that this place was high
school party central during June.  Maybe that was why he was here !?

   "Hey !  Yo !" It was the guy behind her.  Gail looked up the isle and
found her friend off in the distance.  She turned and rushed down the isle.

   "God !  Gail !  He was an old man..."

   Gail interrupted.  "A rich, old man, I bet !"

   "Yea.  Yea.  Yea."

   Gail laid back and closed her eyes.  She'd eaten a marijuana laced
brownie while waiting for the flight to be called and was one of the last
to board.  The brownie was starting to work it's magic as the plane backed
away from the gate.  She drifted off as the flight moved toward the runway,
felt the rush of the acceleration to take off and was day tripping by the
time they were airborne.....

   .....The room was not quite dark yet, almost but not quite.  It was the
room she was spending the night in, an office of some sort.  With a day
bed. It was summer.  They were moving to another base and staying with
friends.  Gail was a brat, a service brat.  Her father was a fighter pilot,
flying F-16s for Uncle Sam.  She was lucky to have her own room.  Her
siblings were sleeping in the same room with her parents.  It was close to
ten and her parents were out with their hosts.  Probably taking them to
dinner.  All the kids were asleep.

   She was alone, her pajama bottoms down around her ankles.  She was
running her fingers up and down her very wet cunt lips; had her knees
spread wide apart, her crotch just a mess of cunt butter.  Her scraggly
pubic hair was drenched with it.  Both of her hands were between her legs,
fingers working.  She had just arched her back, digging her heels into the
bedding.  The covers were bunched up with her pajama bottoms.

   The opening door froze her.  She tried to control her breathing, started
breathing through her nose.  All she could smell was her crotch.  The room
stank of her essence.  Some movement by the door.  The door remained open
just a few inches and light from the hallway ran across the floor.  She
listened but all she heard was her own breathing.  The stench of her
masturbation was overwhelming.  She slid her heels down and lay back on the
bed, leaving her pajama bottoms down around her ankles.

   He was beside the bed.  She could just make out his shape.  Her hearing
was coming back, her breathing almost under control.  She feigned sleeping.

   His touch was soft, lifting her hand by the wrist.  She felt him licking
her fingers.  Now he was sucking on them, sliding the digits in and out of
his mouth.

   Gail jerked when his other hand touched her between her legs.  He had
traded and was sucking and licking on her other hand.  She continued to
feign sleeping.  His finger was worming it's way into her.  It was so much
bigger than hers and so much better, than even last summer with her cousin.
That first time.

   He was starting to pump his finger in and out of her.  She couldn't hold
still and started wiggling around.  Her legs were slowly moving apart and
he was really pumping his finger in and out of her pussy.  Her pussy was
making a sucking sound as his finger fucked in and out of her.  She was
starting to pant, now breathing through her mouth.

   "Come on, honey.  Get your rocks off again !" He was whispering.  Her
eyes were wide open.  She could see his lips moving.  His other hand was
under her pajama top, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples.  They were
erect and making bumps in her top.  She forgot what drew her attention to
his crotch but there it was...This just huge lump in his jockey shorts.

   He now had two fingers in her and she was almost uncontrollable as she
humped up and down on the day bed.  Her eyes had been squeezed shut when
she became all sweaty and electric like.  When she opened her eyes his
jockey shorts were down around his knees and his dick was very straight and
hard.  He was rubbing his dick with his right hand, his left hand was still
between her legs, fingering her pussy.

   "Oooohhhhh !  Ooooohhhh !  Aaaahhhhhhhh !" Gail tensed up and dug her
heels back into the mattress.

   "That's it, baby.  Get your cookies." Her cunt was slippery, greasy. 
She was so wet.  He kept his finger fucking in and out of her while his own
hand kept up the same cadence on his dick.  The first shot brought the
man's knees against the mattress.  His fingers froze in her cunt.  His cock
was jerking and spurt after spurt of hot spunk was flying out of the head
of his penis.  It splattered on to her belly, some of it pooling in her
belly button.

   The cum was no longer spurting out of his cock but dribbling down on to
the mattress.  They were both breathing hard.  Gail was covered with a
sheen of perspiration, her legs still spread.  Her pussy was a glow of
warmth, moist warmth.  This was the best, nothing else was close.

   She felt sated.  Satisfied.  Real warm and cuddly.  His dick was
dangling down on his testicles, white spunk still dribbling out of the
end.....

   .....The change in pressure must have woke her.  The jet had started a
descent into Mazatlan.  She looked out the window.  The coast line of
Mexico could be seen off in the distance.  Miles and miles of white beach
and blue water stretched out in both directions.  Gail was glad she decided
to come.  She hadn't bothered about what she was going to do this summer
because she was counting on having her boy friend around.

   That all changed when his parents announced they were moving to Hawaii.
He stayed on the mainland for just a couple of weeks in late May and then
he left to join his parents.  She was alone again just like at Easter and
Christmas.  There was some talk of her coming to visit with them in Hawaii
this summer.  You know...A week or two.  But his parents weren't real
enthusiastic about their relationship so she really didn't think that was
going to work out.  Which meant she would spend the summer working to earn
money for college and playing with herself.

   She was depressed, desperate and horny.  Horny beyond belief.  That's
usually the only thought she had, getting her rocks off.  She was hoping
this sortie to Mazatlan would allow her to experiment a bit, like at
Easter. Allow her to "fuck" around a little without her boy friend being
any the wiser.

   Gail Norbest was going away to college in the fall.  To the same
university that her boy friend attended last year.  She was excited about
that and looked forward to her boy friend being with her a whole lot more
than he was this year.  If you know what I mean !?

   Gail glanced about the cabin.  Not many she knew here.  Just her friend,
Debbie Webber.  They kind of complemented each other.  Gail liked to hang
out with girls who weren't quite as good looking as she was and Debbie fit
that bill to a "T." Short and squat, Debbie wasn't bad looking.  Really,
truth be told, she was kind of cute.  Short, dark hair framed a round face
with a cute nose and just crazy dimples.

   "You can't mean that you're going to sleep with some guy you just meet
down here !?" Debbie was concerned.  She wasn't sure she wanted this to
happen in the room they were sharing ?  But certainly didn't want to spend
any nights alone !  This was Mexico, after all.  Some legends and myths
take a life time to dispel.  She was pretty sure that Gail wouldn't bring
the guy to their room !?

   Debbie imagined them in the bed across from her.  In just moments her
palms got sweaty.  She felt real warm and reached up to direct the air
nozzle on to her face.  She was hot.  It'd be better than watching porno
movies !  Her father had a ton of them and every once in a while she'd
watch a couple.  Gail was the only person she'd ever shared that with,
probably because Gail had confided to her that she masturbated...A lot,
like every day.  Debbie felt a lot better; was really "okay" about watching
porno movies and playing with herself after that.

   Gail leaned over and whispered, "Maybe I'll bring him up to the room and
we can share him.  Why don't I pick up two ?  Guy's who'll take us out and
buy us dinner, get us drunk and then fuck our brains out.  I bet we don't
have to masturbate for at least a couple of days." She reached out and
squeezed Debbie's forearm for a moment or two before letting go, an
intimate moment between the two of them.

   Debbie's arm broke out in a thousand goose bumps and a flush rose from
her neck to her forehead.  Gail was sure that her friend was very turned
on. She wondered if she was a virgin ?  She'd have to find out...Although
she had no intention of acting as a pimp for her friend, she wouldn't mind
sharing a real good stud with her.  Her boy friend was always trying to
talk her into either swapping with one of his friends or talking one of her
girl friends into a three-some.  He was also talking about doing a little
video.  The thought did not turn her off although she wasn't too excited
about any of his friends.....

   .....Daryl and Dudley stayed on the plane until the very last passenger
got off.  Daryl kept busy scoping out the talent, trying to find Gail
Norbest and then swore she shook her ass at them as she walked by.  Dudley
was sure Daryl had smoked a little too much of the shit he had packed up
his ass.

   They were pros at this; had all their paperwork squared away so they
passed right through customs, like a breeze.  The official, stamping their
paperwork, gave them a knowing smile as he shoved their visas into their
passports.

   He'd seen several of these types over the years...Not usually a pair,
though.  Predators mixing with the youngsters.  There was a flap at one of
the hotels a couple of years back.  Some old guy picking up drunk young
ladies and taking them back to his room...Then filming their debaucheries.
He figured these two for something similar.

   CHAPTER THREE

   The cigar tube was in the sink.  Dudley was washing it again with soap
and water.  It was still greasy with all the KY he lubed it up with...And
yea, some of his shit.  He heard Daryl enter the room over the water
rushing down the drain.

   "Hey !  Asshole, what's the fucking hold up !  There's whisky to drink.
Pussy to fuck !  How about the one who came through the front door as we
left the lobby.  I almost went back just to watch her move that suitcase
along.  Every time she bent over, I got the greatest tit shot.  Ha !  Ha !"
Daryl's laugh was loud and deep.  He was ready to party.

   Dudley stepped by him, in the bathroom door, and walked into the kitchen
area.  Sitting at the breakfast bar, he unscrewed the top to the cigar
tube. The pipe was glass and cheap.  They'd leave it and whatever dope they
didn't smoke.  The smoke was smooth and strong.  His throat burned as he
held the smoke in his lungs.  Daryl was taking a drag.  Dudley looked up at
the ceiling and let out a long stream of smoke.

   "Now that made it all worth while.  Smartest thing we did.  Bringing our
own sand to the beach !" The last time it had taken them three days to
score some marijuana.  That pissed them off.  Plus the dope was very poor
quality and expensive.

   The pipe had been around several times before Daryl jumped up and
exclaimed.  "Times a wasting, buddy boy !  Let's get a move on." He was
heading toward the door.  Dudley was up to join him when he suddenly got
the urge to take a big, giant dump.

   "Hey !  I'll meet you downstairs.  Remember this place has some
welcoming party tonight at five.  Free booze !  Woo !  Hoo !  Party naked
!"

   Twenty minutes later, Dudley was belly up to the bar and ordering his
first Pacifico.  While waiting for change, he spied Daryl over by the pool.
He was talking to a group of "graduates." Dudley felt a jolt of passion
sweep through him.  He flexed and felt his cock surge in his trunks.

   He deliberately took his time as he wandered over toward where Daryl was
now sitting on a lounger.  There was some serious snatch out sun bathing
around the pool and the wind was fierce.  Just like their last trip down
here.

   A sombrero rolled swiftly along the pool decking before flipping over
into the pool.  Dudley leaned down to fish it out of the water.  A nice
looking young lady, about eighteen, rushed up.

   "Thanks, mister."

   Dudley was stuck for an answer.  Nobody of the opposite sex had ever
called him "mister." The girl had taken her hat out of his hand and was
moving back toward her lounger.  She was sitting with a whole bunch of
other girls...All girls.  It was the perfect opportunity and he blew it. 
What a fool !  Fuck !

   Dudley sat on the end of the lounger, Daryl had commandeered.  Daryl had
been talking with some guy whose girl friend was dynamite !  Now Dudley was
on the receiving end of Daryl's ire.

   "I saw that, shit head !  Marvelous opportunity and you come up empty
handed.  But I'm feeling lucky.  First one to score for a hundred ?"

   Dudley was hardly paying attention, glaring at this guy's chick.  Tiny,
little thing, short, dark hair...A little light in the chest but had what
looked like real prominent nipples.

   "Yo !  You on ?"

   Dudley nodded, while still checking out the guy's chick, then looked
over at Daryl.  "Yea...You want to give me the hundred now...Save me
looking you up later.  Oh !  Shit, I'm sorry.  You'll be up in your room,
jerking off."

   "Fuck you, Dudley.  Who scored first last time ?"

   Dudley was now scanning the crowd.  It had taken until Wednesday the
last time before Daryl had enticed this real drunk "graduate" back to his
room.  Dudley was certainly capable of a first night score but felt like an
idiot, sitting on the end of Daryl's lounger like a teenager.  There was
another lounger down the way so Dudley moved off to claim it.

  
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   After checking into their room, Debbie and Gail went for a walk along
the beach.  It was hot !  Gail was wearing just her bikini top and some
sweat shorts with her bikini bottoms on underneath.  She knew she looked
hot as about ninety percent of the guys walking towards them were scoping
out her tits.

   Debbie couldn't believe it.  "Did you see that guy ?  His mouth was
watering...He was almost drooling." She laughed.  Gail joined her.

   "Just so long as their dicks get hard." Gail continued, laughing louder.
A vision of Gail getting her brains fucked out on the bed right next to her
filled Debbie's brain.  Oh !  God !  The same bed !  Debbie was instantly
excited and could see the bumps her nipples made in her top.  Gail's
nipples seemed to be erect all the time.  Debbie would kill for breasts
like Gail's.  She'd still be short and squat but she'd have tremendous tits
!

   "Come on, roomo...We need a drink.  And then we have to decide where
we're going to eat tonight !  Comprende ?"

   "Pronto...Pronto !" They both started laughing while they climbed the
stairs to the hotel property.  The pool area was packed with teenagers and
loud.  There was a Mexican band, playing "cha cha cha" music.  Some couples
were dancing.  Gail guided Debbie by the shoulders right into the bar,
which was just about empty.

   Gail spotted him before the blender had come to a stop.  The bartender
was sliding their margaritas in front of them but Gail was still staring
out at the pool area.  He was on the far side of the pool, laying on a
lounger, talking with a girl, who was laying on the lounger next to him...A
girl her age.  She was sure now.  He was down here to fuck teenagers.  She
was instantly horny.

   "Hey !  Roomo, I want you to meet Kevin.  We went to White Middle School
together a couple of years ago.  You ever go to White ?"

   Gail looked toward Debbie and caught an okay looking guy taking a gander
at her tits.  She instantly recalled an eighth grade swim party, four long
years ago.  She was sure this kid in her class got a hardon in his speedos.
It was funnier than shit.  All the girls were laughing about it.  It wasn't
the same guy but he looked the type.

   He was now holding out his hand.  "Kevin Wall.  Nice to meet you.  I
didn't get your name."

   "Oh !  Sorry !  Kevin, this is Gail Norbest." The two friends laughed.
Gail was hardly paying attention, stealing glances out at the pool area. 
The guy was still talking with the same girl.

   Gail lost track of what Debbie and her friend were talking about in the
bar.  The guy was ordering another beer from one of the waiters.  Looked
like he was getting the girl another margarita.

   The elbow in her side brought her back to the bar.  "Well, what do you
think ?  Not bad for a squatty body.  You don't mind if we split for a
while do you ?" Kevin was gone.

   Gail could hardly contain her excitement.  Of course she didn't mind. 
Once they left...All she'd have to do was walk around the pool for a while.
He'd find her.  She wondered what he'd do with the chick he was with ?  She
laughed.  Her boy friend had been prodding her to ask a couple of her
friends if they were interested.  It would serve him right if she did a
"three-some" down here.  She had "three-somes" on her mind...She was out of
her mind horny !

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Dudley was getting no where with this "graduate." She was a bimbo.  But
she was getting real drunk on his free drinks.  Maybe he'd try what Daryl
did the last time ?  To win the hundred !  A group of girls was coming
right toward them.  Dudley could see them whisking away their "almost drunk
enough" friend into their safe keeping.  And that's exactly how it
happened.

   Now Dudley was alone.  Daryl was over talking with a single "graduate"
on the other side of the pool.  She wasn't quite up to Dudley's standards
but would win Daryl the hundred if she dropped her drawers for him.  Dudley
started hunting again and found her in the bar.  She was sitting there with
a dark haired young thing who appeared to be leaving with some guy, both of
them were now standing.

   Dudley signaled the waiter.  This waiter was moving before Dudley's hand
got above his shoulder.  Juan Torrez had picked out "Senior Dudley" as a
big spender and was paying especially close attention to his every request.
These high school kids were worse tippers than the Japanese.

   "Yes, sir, Senor Dudley."

   "See that young lady at the bar in the green top, Juan ?"

   "Si, senor."

   "Get that young lady another margarita and put it on my tab."

   "Si, senor."

   Dudley sat back and watched.  He was totally positive she'd come over
and sit next to him on the now empty lounger.  The pool area was thinning
out.  Many of the kids were heading up to their rooms to shower and change
for the late afternoon fiesta !

   As soon as her friends left, she looked right out at the pool.  He was
watching her.  Dudley waved and then pointed toward Juan, at the far end of
the bar, and then back at her.  She looked behind her like she wasn't sure
who he was pointing to ?  Juan was moving down the bar toward her with
another margarita.  She looked surprised and pointed out toward him.  Juan
was nodding his head.  Now Dudley was afraid she was going to refuse it.

   Juan was heading back to his post at the end of the bar and she was
getting up...Gathering up her change and heading out toward him.  Her tits
looked great...The way they moved.  She had to know he was staring at them
but couldn't be sure.  He loved aviator sun glasses.  Couldn't beat'em for
scoping out tits and ass.

   "And what if I'd refused ?" She was standing at the end of the
unoccupied lounger.

   Dudley looked right into her eyes.  "That would have been your mistake."

   Gail was at a loss for words.  "Lose the shades." Dudley slowly perched
the glasses up on his forehead.  "That's better.  Has anyone told you that
you and your friend look a little old to be graduating from high school ?
And first class !  Does daddy have a lot of money ?"

   She took a sip of her margarita.  He was taking it well, just smiling up
at her.  She considered continuing but was running out of material,
wondering why she was giving him the hard ass routine ?  She was unsure ?
The idea was to get him to spend money on her.

   "I'm Dudley Wilson.  Sit down and we'll discuss the finer arts of
passing high school chemistry." She just stood there and took another sip
of her margarita so he continued.  "You're right.  I graduated a few years
back.  My friend and I work for an investment bank in New York.  Well, we
put together this big deal on Wall Street and now we're spending the money
we made."

   Gail wondered if this was a line too ?  She was almost through with her
margarita.  Like she willed it, Dudley raised his hand.  She looked over
and saw the guy who delivered her drink acknowledge Dudley's signal.

   "I'm Gail Norbest, recent high school graduate from Henderson, Nevada.
That's just south and east of the `Strip.' You ever been to 'Vegas ?"

   "Shit !  Who hasn't !" Dudley was excited.  This "graduate" was
interested.  It was almost five.  The patio and pool area were filling up
again as all the youngsters were anticipating the free drinks.  Dudley
looked around for Daryl but couldn't find him.  Maybe ?  Just maybe, he was
upstairs, winning the bet.  Dudley didn't care.  This teenager was much
better looking than the one Daryl was hounding and had a body that made the
other one look like a high school kid.  Dudley laughed.

   "What are you laughing at ?"

   "Here comes Juan with our drinks." Gail looked behind her and here was
another margarita coming her way.  Dudley was getting another "Pacifico."
She sat as Juan put the drinks down on a little bar table between the pool
loungers.  "Hey !  Juan, how about an order of nachos ?"

   "Sure thing, Senor Dudley." And off he went.

   "And what is this high school graduate, from Henderson, Nevada, going to
do with the rest of her life ?" The question surprised her.  She expected
more "come on" talk.....

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   "Sport Fucking !"
   [Part Two]