Author: Frederick T.
Title: Revenge
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf+ MF anal)(MF+ anal oral)(MFf oral anal)(Mf MF oral anal)
Language: English
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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people
live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as
anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat
each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Revenge"
(Mf+ MF anal)
(MF+ anal oral)
(MFf oral anal)
(Mf MF oral anal)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing
the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....
She was in the forest, alone and wasn't wearing a thing...Left her clothes
where she entered the trail. He came by here every day about this time. She
wanted to surprise him and stood by a tree to wait. She smelled the marijuana
and then heard him well before she could see him. She waved.
He stopped and looked around. "What the fuck is going on ?" He thought
to himself. He backed up and retraced his steps toward the cabin. He crushed
out the joint and walked faster as he heard the girl behind him start calling
out his name and running to catch up with him. God ! She has a nice little
body. Tits just beginning to show, nipples still immature. He was getting
hard envisioning her in his mind. Just a trace of hair at her crotch. He
wondered if she had any hair on her cunt ? He was fully hard when he saw
them.
There were four of them and they were standing on the porch, leaning over
the railing. None looked over fourteen...Ok ! Maybe more like, thirteen.
Budding breasts, sparsely haired loins. They were staring at his cock. He
jumped when the girl caught up with him, put her arms around his waist and
started rubbing his cock. "We want some of your great dope...You ready to
roll 'em."
He wondered if she was referring to joints or the cameras in the bedroom ?
She was pushing him forward toward the stairs. When he got to the top, the
five of them stripped his clothes off as he felt the ripening flesh
surrounding him. They all "ooohed" and "aaahed" when his cock came into view.
"God ! Is he hung !" A little brunette cried. She had quite a hairy
pussy and a surprising amount on her cunt lips. By this time he'd fingered
them all. First, rubbing their slits until he could feel some moisture and
then sliding his little finger into them, always licking his finger clean
before going to the next one.
He started cuming when the girl from the forest dropped to her knees and
swallowed him whole. He could feel his cock quivering in her mouth. Could
see the cum dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. It was a large leak now
and when he pushed her face away from his cock, his semen rolled over her
lips, down her chin and made a splatting sound as it hit the decking.
They dragged him to the bedroom. He was tied to the bed and the five of
them had their little mouths all over him. His cock, his balls, under his
arms, his nipples. These young things were hungry little girls. The little
brunette, with the nice pussy, pushed a little blonde away from his cock and
threw her leg over him. Another hand grasped him and now he could feel her
wet flesh slide down the shaft of his cock. He started cuming again. The
force so strong it blew the little brunette off of him. She was replaced by a
little blonde and he blew her off with gallons and gallons of cum rocketing
out of the head of his cock. They all took a ride and every one of them got
covered with slimy jizzim as he came and came and came.
He looked up, exhausted, and there standing in the doorway was Rich and
Connie and the two black, fake cops. One of the cops had a video camera in
his hand, he waved and then they all did.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
I've gone to a lot of trouble hiding my identity on the net and in the
news groups. It's not easy to get e-mail to me or from me. The number of
false mail boxes and anonymous servers I sometimes use baffles my mind and I'm
sure if I used fewer, I'd get more response. But shit ! If I could figure it
out stoned and I often did, then...Aaah...What the fuck was I talking about ??
There was nothing today. I was on my way into town to pick up Carol and
drive her to the piercing place. She'd finally made the big decision. She
was going to have her labia pierced, right up near her clitoris. This friend
of ours, Gee Gee, did it and loves it. Drives her crazy she says. Just what
Carol needs. She is the horniest, most sexually honest woman I have ever been
with. I mean, just last week...Oh ! Forget it...Anyway, while Carol was
getting pierced, I was going to attempt a rendezvous with a young lady who did
persevere and finally got some e-mail to me. The girl who gave her the
instructions told her to keep trying if I didn't answer immediately; that it
was worth the hassle. That's what the girl told me anyway and I was stoked !
We'd corresponded several times - each time giving more detail than the
last. I'd hinted I was into photography and growing dope. She said she'd
like to break into modeling. She used all the correct passwords so I was
pretty confident she knew what was up.
After dropping Carol off, I let my mind wander as I drove through town.
It had been over a month since I was surprised by the young lady in the
meadow. I never got any e-mail from her but did run into her and a friend up
near the general store.....Ronda was her name and she had the biggest hooters
with a nice hairy bush, natural too - a rust color. She immediately looked
away when she caught me staring at her. I was positive she'd told her friend,
we'd fucked and sucked almost all day long the last time she was up here.
I was a little paranoid but went about my business - having lunch at the
small cafe they had in the general store. The young ladies soon left the
general store and my paranoia somewhat abated. A while later, when I left,
they followed me and entered the forest at the exact same place I did. I
waited for them about a half a mile from the general store.
"Wow ! It sure is hard getting e-mail to you."
"You didn't try hard enough." I'm still paranoid.
"This is Annie." She's taller than Ronda with just a hand full of tit.
Dark haired with the longest legs. I let them walk in front of me as we
headed to the cabin. She had a nice prominent set of buns in her shorts, too.
"We thought that...Maybe...You could take some pictures of Annie ?"
"How about both of you ?" I countered.
They giggle and laughed a little. "You mean together ?" They almost
chorused each other.
By the way they said it, I knew it was rehearsed. They were hot for the
idea. I led them along the path to the cabin. It was about a three mile hike
and took us over an hour. We shared a joint as we walked and that didn't
speed us along. I had a woody most of the way wondering how far they would go
with each other. I imagined them going sixty-nine while I fucked one and then
the other. By the time we got to the cabin, I was half hard. A trip to the
head...the little pink pill and I'd be Superman.
The cabin was cool and I got them some soft drinks. We sat on the couch
and talked about what I'd like to get on film. There was a lot of laughing
and giggling but soon we're in the bedroom and they're taking off their
clothes. Well, they're helping each other take off their clothes. Ronda's
large breasts come into view, her areolae huge...About the size of Carol's but
no where near as dark, a light brown almost pink. Her nipples flaccid but
starting to show signs of life. On the other hand, Annie's tits were small
cupcakes of flesh on her chest and she had the smallest, dark areolae and
nipples. They were erect and I could hardly wait to suck one of them into my
mouth.
Their pants were on the way down and both of them had nice hairy pussies.
Ronda's a rust color and Annie's a dark brown, almost black. My cock is
starting to get hard and I can hardly wait to get my face buried in her
crotch. They stood looking at me when they were naked. I'm sure they wanted
to know when I was going to start taking pictures. I laughed. The cameras
were rolling.
I pick up the still camera and started snapping. I had them put their
arms around each other and then kiss each other. My cock was straining
against my shorts. They're taking turns sucking on each other's titties and
I'm stroking my cock. Annie notices right away and starts laughing. I tell
them to lie down on the bed. They're both laughing now. Annie stopped when I
dropped my shorts and kept stroking my hard cock.
"Ronda why don't you rub her pussy ?" They both start cracking up but
Ronda soon has her hand in between Annie's legs rubbing her labia. I'm
stroking faster. "Finger her !" I rasp out. I focus in with the still
camera and get some great shots of Ronda worming her finger into Annie's dark
haired pussy lips. Annie is just lying back, letting Ronda have her way with
her. She even spreads her legs. That's when I got up on the bed with them.
I pulled Ronda's hand out of Annie's cunt and replace it with my face. She
immediately bucks her crotch up into my face as my tongue drills itself into
her wet cunt. All the videos are rolling. I now have the bed bracketed by
three. They are not obvious and if the young ladies weren't so stoned, they'd
probably notice them.
Annie's cunt is wet and ready so I climb aboard and start fucking her.
Her legs come up around me and I'm off to the races. So is Annie and she cums
after about twenty strokes, which is good because I came about ten strokes
later.....
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
I got out of the car. I was at the Taco Bell up on Sunset. I order and
sit to wait. This young blonde is wearing red shorts and I'm hoping it's her.
Looks about fifteen, maybe sixteen. Anyone could be wearing red shorts but
that's what I told my e-mail correspondent to wear. It's mid-morning and the
place is empty. I'm wearing a coat and tie - look like Mr. Business Man.
Well, a business man with a pony tail. She orders a coke, sits across from me
and asks if I'm reading the Wall Street Journal. That's what I told her I'd
be reading. I nod and get up to leave.
I wait at Fox Ridge Park for almost a half an hour. Well, not really...I
drove across the street from Taco Bell and get some great footage of her
coming out and getting into her car. I get some more as she walks around the
park at Foxridge. So, I really didn't wait at all. The coast appeared clear
when I entered the park. I pass her walking around the path way and tell her
I'm parked down the street a ways...a gray van. When I get into the van,
she's in the back. Off we go. Carol gave me the key to one of her show
houses and I've already set up the cameras in the bedroom. The people are
away on vacation or something. It's hers exclusively to sell - not a multiple
listing so I don't have to worry about some other realtor barging in on us.
I even ripped off the remote for the garage door this morning while I was
setting up. So right into the garage we go. Ginger is her name. I don't
want to know her last name. I guide her to the front room and we sit on the
couch. I've got the video camera, I was filming her with, lying on the coffee
table. I throw a ounce of grass on the table and watch her eyes light up. I
pack the bong as we talk.
"Where do you know Annie from ?"
"Aaah...We used to go to school...to junior high school together..." That
trails off into nothing as I light the bong and pass it to her. After several
hits off the bong, I pick up the camera and start to film her as we talk and
smoke. She giggles a lot and I'm starting to get a hardon.
"What'd Annie tell you about me ?"
She started laughing, then blurted out, "...that you give great head !"
She continues laughing and I've got a full fledged hardon in my slacks. She's
staring at it as I keep filming, moving from place to place around the room.
"How old are you, Ginger ?"
"Sixteen..." She looked younger. Blonde hair, shoulder length, looked
natural but I'd find out in a few minutes. She was wearing a baggy "T" shirt
so I couldn't tell much about her tits or hips. Nice legs, though. Like I
said, she was wearing a pair of red shorts, but not too short.
"Did you drive up to Taco Bell ?" She just nodded as she took another hit
off the bong. I put the camera down and took a hit off the bong. My cock had
grown down the leg of my slacks. I flexed it a bit as I hit off the bong.
When I looked at her, she snapped her gaze away from my boner to the grass
on the coffee table. "That looks like more than a...quarter...of...an ounce."
She had a hard time getting it out. I took off my jacket and started to work
my tie off.
"Nah...It's the same size I gave to Ronda and Annie...You wanna start ?"
"Sure...Sure..." She struggled to her feet and wandered after me as I
headed for the bedroom. The last several feet I turned and walked backwards,
filming, as I entered the bedroom. I patted the bed and followed her with the
camera until she sat down.
"You ever been filmed taking your clothes off ?" She shook her head "no."
I kept filming with the hand cam but in reality I didn't have to film a thing.
Three cameras bracketed the bed. I was getting hard thinking of boning her.
"Why don't you get naked..." Her hands moved to the hem of her "T" shirt
and off it came. I put down the camera and started on my shirt. She couldn't
take her eyes off mine. I could see her wondering why I wasn't filming. The
moment didn't last long. I started to laugh and she joined me.
Her tits were about tennis ball size with small tight, little areolae,
almost all nipple...They poked out of her breasts like chewy candy. She was
struggling with her shorts so I reached to help her. Her panties were bunched
up in her crotch and some of her pubic hair was visible. It was a brown color
and bushy. I was on my knees and sliding my hands up her thighs which were
covered with a golden down of hair. She lifted her hips and down the panties
came.
I got a good view of her cunt as her panties came down and it looked like
she had a pretty hairy pussy. I was hard as rock in my pants. I pushed her
knees up and started at her knee. Down my tongue went. I could smell pussy
and would have gone up the other side but she grabbed my head and forced my
face into her crotch. It was humid and she was moist. I wormed my tongue
into her and her hips bucked up into my face. I pushed her thighs back on to
her chest and feasted on her bearded clam.
I tasted her again and held her still as she tried to buck up into my
face. Her cunt had opened a bit and there was pink showing. Her asshole was
bare...not a hair on it. I reamed my tongue into it and she screamed out.
"Ooooh ! My Jesus ! God ! I'm cummmming." I kept reaming my tongue in
and out of her cunt and asshole.
I looked up into her lust contorted face. "You like to fuck, Ginger ?"
It was a groan. "Ohhhhh ! Yea !" That's what I loved to hear, a young
lady who likes to fuck. I got to my feet and opened my pants. They fell to
the floor as I dropped my boxer shorts. My cock was like a crow bar. Just
hard as steel. I stroked it a bit and then hovered over her as she rubbed the
head of my cock in her cunt. When she stopped moving it around, I sunk myself
into her. She was very tight and I could feel her insides moving aside to let
my meat into her belly. I was full in her and could feel her muscles contract
around my cock.
She was not that wet and when I pulled out some of her cunt meat clung to
my shaft. She winced a bit and then screamed a bit when I forced it back into
her. She was much easier getting into the second time and after three or four
times I was working up a pretty good rhythm. She was starting to pant and I
was starting to sweat. Her tits hardly moved on her chest and her areolae
were now all nipple. I fucked her faster. She was going to cum, I could
tell. Her legs tightened around my neck and her nails dug into my arms. I
was really slamming in and out of her by now and feeling the tell-tail signs
of my orgasm.
After doing the "Joe Cocker" routine, I kept fucking until she stopped
moving and then kissed down to her cunt. It was spread wide and I kissed and
licked it until the young thing was moving her hips around on the bed. Her
clitoris was a tiny nub in the upper part of her vagina. I licked around it
and then sucked it into my mouth. She moaned real loud and then almost broke
my neck as she rolled away from me.
Ginger was on her side. Her legs were drawn up and her cunt lips were
clearly visible between the cheeks of her ass, along with her hairless anus.
I bit the meaty part of her rump and she giggled. The giggling continued as I
worked her ass cheeks apart and reamed my tongue into her anus again. She
ended up on her back with her thighs pressed against her chest as I lathered
her little brown hole with saliva. I pressed my tongue into her asshole and
felt her sphincter tighten against it. I could feel her body tense and relax
in a cadence she was no longer in control of. Her orgasm lasted quite a while
and only slowed when I rolled her over and began biting her ass a bit. God !
Do I love hairless assholes !
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
Carol Whitouski entered the tattoo parlor across from UNLV. J.J. had
recommended the place. After the bright sun light outside, it seemed dark
inside. A scraggly haired biker type was standing behind the counter reading
a skin magazine. He looked up but figured the woman coming through the door
was definitely in the wrong place. Nobody that well dressed ever entered
Whicked Tattoos. Maybe she was looking for where her kid had his tattoo done.
"Hi ! I'm Carol and I've got an appointment with Dave to have my labia
pierced." The biker behind the counter did a double take and then his face
slowly lit up with a smile.
"I'm Dave." Tattoos and body piercing were the latest rage, had been for
a while and Dave realized that he'd have to get used to middle aged men and
women coming in for his services. He brought the woman behind the counter and
through to the rear of the building. Nice looking cunt even though she was a
little old. He figured maybe late thirties, early forties. They entered the
operating facility and Dave told her to have a seat.
Carol was excited. Gee Gee had told her so much about the procedure that
she felt whatever Dave told her would be over kill. She was surprised he
didn't have tattoos all over him like J.J. He was talking about how the
procedure would go and then mentioned, "...recommended that you go without for
a couple of weeks to allow for thorough healing."
"Go without what ?" Carol asked as she crossed one leg over the other.
In the process she gave Dave a good look at a lot of skin. Dave looked at her
quizzically.
"What ?"
"Go without what ?"
How dense was this broad ? He felt like telling her "go without cock" but
held his tongue. Getting to see her snatch would be enough and working on it
always set them off...Almost a hundred percent.
The woman laughed and then blurted out..."Oh ! I get it now...Go without
cock !" She was staring at his crotch when he turned to nod his head.
"We're going to have to shave you a little unless you're already shaved."
He was back to washing his hands with his back to her again.
"I might need a little to tide me over...I didn't think the wait would be
quite that long."
Dave turned, not believing what he was hearing and here the broad was
already up in the stirrups, her panties on the floor. Jesus ! What a bush
this cunt had.
"Well..."
Dave just stared at her cunt and slowly began unbuttoning his jeans. He
had a big shit eatin' grin on his face. His cock flopped out and he started
beating it. It was quickly getting hard. He still hadn't looked at her face.
"Oh ! You've got a nice fat cock !" Carol exclaimed. Not much longer
than Willy's but a lot fatter. She was fingering herself and was slick with
cunt butter, had been since Willy picked her up at work. Gee Gee said she
wouldn't feel like driving and what was Willy doing anyway ?
Dave stepped between Carol's legs and rubbed his fat cock head up and down
the furrow of pink she'd cleared with her finger. He was in her and still
getting harder. Carol figured this wouldn't last long. Maybe there were some
other guys around ? He started fucking. God ! Did his fat prick feel good,
spreading her insides apart. She started pulling off her jacket and blouse.
When her tits came into view, he bent and sucked one of her nipples into his
mouth. She knew she wasn't going to get off before he did. He was breathing
in bellows and his cock was a blur between her legs. She felt him spasm and
then he drove himself all the way into her, his cock exploding a bucketful of
cum into her cunt.
After a few jerky thrusts, he pulled out. His cock already shrinking.
She could feel his seed dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass. "Does
that include anal intercourse ?" She asked.
Again, Dave was slow on the up take. "Can I take it in the ass while I'm
waiting for my cunt to heal ?" Dave nodded his head "yes" and then Carol was
on her knees licking his cum soaked cock. After a while she stopped and
looking up at him, asked, "You want to fuck me in the ass ? I love fat cocks
in my ass." She could feel his cock jump in her hand and went back to sucking
him.
He got hard real fast and soon had her bending over one of the chairs
while he sawed his cock in and out of her ass. God ! She had a tight butt.
Like two cantaloupes, just a little jiggle as he buried himself in her. Her
anus felt like a hand grasping his cock and milking the cum out of it. He
kept fucking and when she reached down to scratch his nut sack, he exploded
again. He had his hands on her hips, spreading her ass apart. The valley
between the butt was a jungle of dark pubic hair. His cock just disappeared
into it. He couldn't even see her asshole but when his spunk started escaping
from around his cock, it matted her pubic hair and formed a tunnel that led
right to her asshole. When he pulled out, her anus was clearly visible with a
gigantic blob of semen leaking out of it. She was still in the throes of
orgasm and her asshole seemed to twitch every few seconds, forcing more of his
spunk out of her.
Dave spent a lot of time cleaning out her cunt and shaving her. He
couldn't get over how much hair she had between her legs. He had her mons
partly shaved and was wiping away the foam. He fiddled with her clit a bit
and she got off again, thrusting up against his hand.
Carol was breathing hard. This guy knew how to manipulate a cunt. She
squeaked out, "Can you fuck me again ?"
He was giggling almost laughing and then he was standing between her legs,
stroking himself. "How about a blow job and I'll use a special machine on
you."
Carol was game and down on her knees sucking his brains out. He took a
long time to cum and only after licking his balls and jacking him off for a
while did he fill her mouth with a load of warm semen. Carol gobbled it up.
The machine was a foot long, black, electric cock with a long cord you
plugged into the wall. She wasn't too impressed, she'd used dildos before.
Dave plugged it in and the rubber cock started to expand and contract. He
fiddled with a button at the cord end and the thing took off in his hand,
pumping up and down, in and out of it's sheath like a sprinter.
Carol hopped back up into the stirrups and he reamed the rubber cock into
her after turning it off. When he turned it on, the thing took off. Carol
threw her head back and screamed. "Jesus ! Fuck ! This thing's gona kill
me." Dave increased the speed and Carol was wailing non-stop now. The black
rubber cock was digging in and out of her at an ever increasing speed as Dave
rotated it around in her snatch. Her orgasm was very powerful and lasted for
minutes, her legs tensing up in the stirrups...Her crotch thrusting up to meet
the dick machine.
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
The procedure took a lot longer than I figured it would. Ginger was an
energetic young lady and loved to have her pussy and ass eaten. It also
appeared that she liked to fuck, too ! I was having a great time and only
shut down the operation because Carol said two hours max. When I called the
piercing place the guy on the phone sounded loaded but then I was, so maybe it
was me ?
"No...Man...She's still in there...They might be having a problem..."
That dribbled off into nothing and I hung up. Knowing Carol, and if the guy
was good looking, they were probably fucking like rabbits. I drove to the
condo and got the mail. There was a big manila envelope addressed to me. I
slit it open after sitting at the breakfast table. I didn't leave the table
for over a half hour and then only to go out to the car to get a joint. I was
shaking when I got back.
The pictures were grainy...About a dozen...All color...Erin was in all of
them, usually with a large cock or two spurting, what seemed like, gallons of
cum on her face. Jesus ! There was one of her cunt with semen flowing out of
it like a river. A couple shots of a real long, fat cock pushing into her
asshole.
All the pictures had captions, hand written. "She loves cum - can you
fill her like this ?" Was attached to the one of her cum seeping cunt. "She
likes it better when it's all over her." Jesus ! Her tits and stomach were
covered with gobs of the stuff, forming puddles. I sat back and stoked up the
number. The phone rang or I'd still be sitting there. It was Carol, she
wanted me to pick her up. I walked slowly to the car and headed down to
Maryland Parkway and the university.
I exploded about half way there. That mother fucking, cock sucking, son
of a bitch...I promised him...I would never see his wife again...Never
again...Threatened him...He better not fuck with my friends...I kept my
word...But, no...He went ahead and fucked with my friend...Now...This is war,
fuck head...No holds barred ! There was no doubt, in my military mind, that
Rich, Connie's husband, was behind this. Connie and I had gone together in
high school...Well, it's kind of a long story (WT-A#3A/B,5,11,12,13,WT-T#12B).
I was silent when Carol got into the car. She was still high from the
piercing and fucking, talking like a blabber mouth...Didn't notice I hadn't
said a word. When we got to the condo, she went to take a nap. I packed and
woke her at seven...Told her I had to go to the beach for a while and asked if
she was going to be ok ? She kissed me and off I went.
It was kind of late when I arrived at Erin's. I got the munchies driving
through Barstow and stopped at McDonalds. She took a long time coming to the
door and I thought maybe she had someone with her ? Then the porch light came
on and I could see her peeking out from behind the curtains. The door flew
open and she threw her arms around me and gave me a big slobbery kiss.
"Willy...What are you doing here ? Did you call ?"
I kissed her again and shortly there after we were in bed, fucking like
minks. Her enthusiasm convinced me that she wasn't seeing a regular guy and I
kind of wondered how she got involved with the cock sucker ? Had to be
because of me. I was certain of that. We were lying on our backs still
breathing hard and sweating. She rolled over on top of me and asked me again
why I came to visit ? I lied and told her there was a good South swell
running and I wanted to go surfing.
It was morning before I worked up the courage...Well, I really didn't even
do that, just scattered the photos on the breakfast room table and waited for
a reaction when she came out, on her way to work.
She stared at them for a long time from about three feet away and then
blurted out, "Where the fuck did you get those ?"
"Got'em in the mail." They weren't really that good. No where near as
good as the shit I was doing but then those were for my own private viewing.
I wasn't sending them to former boy friends or parents or whatever.
But...Maybe, there wasn't much difference ? I thought there was but could
probably be convinced there wasn't. Erin was silent as I stared at her.
I gathered up the photos and ripped them up; wandered over to the trash
and dumped them. She was still standing by the sink and I flashed back to the
December, just before my cancer operation...Her sisters and her drinking and
smoking a little dope and cooking dinner before they fucked and sucked my
brains out. I walked over to her and took her into my arms.
"Listen Erin...This has nothing to do with you...You just got caught up in
it because you got involved with me...Your life is your own. I care for you a
lot...Probably love you...I love Carol, too...You can go out with and sleep
with whom ever you want or desire...I don't want to stop you from living your
own life...Shit ! A couple of weeks ago we both...And I knew it was going to
happen...And even talked with Carol about it before you arrived...I'm sorry.
But this son of a bitch..." I just held her, both of us rocking back and
forth. I could feel her shaking.
Erin was confused. The nerve of Willy, fucking just about everything he
could get his hands on...And then has the balls to drive down here and show
her the pictures and tell her that her life was her own and lecture her about
what she did on her own...But the memories of that weekend flooded her head.
The fucking and sucking she did. She couldn't remember it all...Really
couldn't remember any of it but the pictures brought a lot of it back. They
took turns with her...She was so drunk she thought it was funny and they were
all laughing, egging each other on while they spewed semen all over her. Erin
O'Connel started crying and Willy held her tighter, just rocking her back and
forth.
Willy drove her to work and told her he'd pick her up about four. She
couldn't concentrate and the day dragged on. She called the number Rich gave
her. His secretary told her that he was busy in a conference and would get
back to her. He never did as Erin rushed to answer each call she got. She
left a little before two after calling Rich several more times. He was always
busy. She spent the afternoon in her favorite bar; eventually getting
stinking, shit faced drunk and was the life of the party all afternoon...Well,
not a real big party until late in the afternoon.....
After leaving Erin, I drove down to the beach and just watched the waves
as they broke on the sand. I walked up and down the beach a couple of times
and then finally drove to the nearest library I could find. Being a stupid
fool, I didn't bother to ask anyone so it was a while before I found one. I
surfed the internet for a bit and then ripped off some paper and a pencil,
jotted some shit down and drove inland for a while. I parked out front and
just watched. The idea didn't come to me until a little after four and then I
rushed back to pick up Erin. I wandered through the offices but most everyone
was gone. One thing I realized after twenty years in the air force...Not many
government offices ran on the same government clock as the military did.
I finally found an older woman who told me that she hadn't seen Erin since
a little after lunch. She had no idea where she could be ? I was on the way
out of the building when this old man...He looked like a custodian...told me
Erin was probably at the Moonlight. He told me I could walk and I did.
The place was packed when I walked in about four-thirty. I found her
right away. She was bellied up to the bar with about a half a dozen people,
both men and women. I recognized one of the men. He was the cop she was with
the night they busted me...Seemed like eons ago but it wasn't. I sat at a
table near the door and when the waitress came by, ordered a beer. It tasted
like shit but I nursed it for over an hour and then ordered another one.
The place stayed pretty rowdy until almost eight. Erin was still at the
bar but now with just two other guys. She could hardly stand and every once
and a while would fall against one of the guys. I was pretty sure they were
cops as they had that look about them. One of them left and now there was
just the two of them. The place had thinned out a lot and every once and a
while I could hear her slurred voice...Loud...Talking shit. I laughed. She
was not only drunker than shit but real pissed off.
I wandered over to the jute box and perused the selections. It had a
whole page of oldies and I selected one that may have been popular back when
we were in grammar school together ? Shit ! I don't know...That was so
fucking, long ago. I had to wait about ten minutes before it came on and then
moved across the room.
The cop's eyes were glued to me as I approached Erin from behind. I put
my hand gently on her arm and almost whispered, "May I have this dance ?"
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
It was just a little after zero four-thirty. I was parked across the
street from Clark Electronics. Not much action at this time of the morning -
like a graveyard at midnight. About ten minutes ago several, what do you call
them today ? Custodial Engineers ? Well, they were, what I would call,
cleaning people...And they entered the building after being cleared by the
security guard. I made a few notes and sat back to wait.
My mind wandered back to last night.....After asking Erin to dance, the
young cop edged her aside and stepped between us.
"And who might you be, mister long hair ?" While standing very steady,
his voice was slightly slurred.
I slowly reached for my wallet, keeping my eyes locked with his and while
flashing my retired military ID, said in a low voice. "Agent Tamarack, air
force office of special investigations...Been working with Ms. O'Connel on a
national security issue...I need to talk with her."
The cop's eyes darted back and forth between my face and ID. I could tell
he didn't get a good look at it as I slapped my wallet back together and slid
it into my back pocket. He backed away just a bit as I moved to take Erin's
arm again and that's all I needed. Three minutes later I was guiding her out
the door and to the van.
The ride to Erin's house was a disaster. She puked all over the floor of
the van until I finally forced her head out the window at a red light. The
people stopped next to us were treated to a spectacular view of a middle aged
woman spewing forth mouthful after mouthful of vomit down the side of the van
and into the street. It was well after ten before I got her stripped,
showered and into bed. She spent almost an hour on her knees in front of the
commode, dry heaving. I spent another hour back out at the van cleaning up
the mess and trying to get the stink of vomit out of it. I finally rolled up
the windows and smoked a joint, figuring the smell of pot would mask the smell
of puke. Not totally successful. She was still passed out when my watch
alarm went off at zero three-thirty. I tried to get her to drink some water
and take a couple of aspirin but that was a waste of time.....
It was starting to get light before the parking lot at Clark Electronics
began to fill. Each car was checked by the security guard before being
allowed to enter the facility's parking lot. I made some more notes and
finally left about six-fifteen. No sense hanging around to watch the cock
sucker show up. With luck I'd never see the asshole and he'd never guess it
was me who fucked him over. Erin was still passed out when I got to her
place. I again tried to force some water into her but was as unsuccessful as
I was earlier.
I spent an hour or so looking up numbers in the phone book, jotting down
notes and ideas before calling Carol. "Yo ! Beautiful...How's your twat ?"
I started laughing. She started telling me how horny she was and how she
wished I was there to ease the pain...I started laughing again and she cracked
up when I told her it sounded like she needed a little oral therapy. I went
on to tell her that I'd be gone several days but needed her to do me a couple
of favors.
"First...Get Gary Cahill's schedule, if that worthless airline pilot has
one. Second, send my uniform to Erin's - ASAP...Today...Over night mail."
Carol was full of questions but I put her off by telling her I'd brief her on
the whole gig when I got home. Erin stumbled into the kitchen as I was
finishing up with Carol. She looked horrible. Her eyes puffy and blood
shot...Her face a pasty color...Her hands shook as she tried to pour herself a
glass of orange juice. I asked her if she wanted to talk to Carol ? She just
shook her head.
"Well...How does the party animal feel this morning ?"
When she talked it was like a whisper coming out of a deep well. Wanted
to know how I found her, how she got home, etc., etc. I laughed and answered
all her questions only stopping when she asked, "Well...How many did I fuck
last night ? I'm sure you kept a good count." She was staring at me through
very blood shot eyes. I could almost see the blood pulsing through her
temples and imagined that it was hard for her to even talk as hung over as she
was.
While I didn't think the question was a fair one, I was not about to get
in an argument with her. "You might want to ask your cop buddies...I only
brought you home, cleaned you up and put you to bed. The van still stinks of
puke. I need to get it cleaned up some more...You plan on paying a visit to
your place of employment this morning ?"
She asked what time it was and then wandered back into the rear of the
house. I called several of the numbers I'd looked up earlier. I was going to
be a busy man today. Erin looked considerably better when she re-entered the
kitchen a little after nine.
"You want me to drive you to work ?" She stood at the kitchen counter
sipping more o.j.
"I'm sorry, Willy..."
"Forget it, Erin...I'm leaving to run some errands...You want a ride to
work ?"
***** CHAPTER SIX *****
I was in a phone booth less than a block away from Clark Electronics. I
just watched Rich Clark, Connie's husband, drive out of the parking lot.
Probably going to lunch...I hope...I hope. My call was answered on the third
ring by one of those computer things, giving me a half dozen choices...None of
which I wanted. I waited until a female finally answered, "Clark Electronics.
Debby speaking. How can I help you ?"
"Hey ! Debby...This is Jonas up in records...What's the number for
security...We just had someone spill their coke all over and I need some clean
up...Probably should have the number but I just can't find it..." I let that
trail off and Debby almost immediately came back with the number for security.
Another call and I was talking to the guard shack. I could see the guy
picking up the phone as it rang. "Jameson...Security."
"Hey ! Jameson...Jonas up in records...Had a spill and called the
custodial outfit to send a guy over. He should be here any minute...Let him
through will you...Name's Talbot or something like that...Ok ?"
The guard grunted his "ok" and I was into the van and moving down the
street toward the gate. The van was waved through and I parked in an empty
space, well away from the entrance. I was dressed in overalls. They were
almost the exact same color as the ones I saw this morning. I'd also painted
the name of the custodial service on the side of the van in water colors. I
was almost laughing as I entered the building.
I looked up the records office on one of those signs in the lobby. It was
in the rear of the building. There was a secretary type sitting at a desk
outside the door. She told me she didn't know anything about a spill but
waved me through after I explained, "Hey ! I'm just here to clean up. I can
leave if you don't need me."
"Make it quick. Mr. Brownstone will be back from lunch in about a half
hour." I smiled at her and entered the office. There were several file
cabinets against the wall but I went right to the computer on his desk.
In under a minute I was logging on using Mr. Brownstone's password, which
he kept on a card under his desk blotter. As I've said before, computers will
be the down fall of the modern world some day ! I scrolled through the files
as fast as I could and then used the find command to locate anything that had
"military" in it. I copied them all onto a disk and was out of the office in
under fifteen minutes.
Twenty minutes later I was back at the library reading the files. It took
me almost three hours but I finally found what I wanted.....Clark Electronics
was founded by Rich's father, Harold, shortly after WW II. It was an assembly
plant for all types of electronics, some with military applications. It did
quite a bit of military contract work during the Vietnam era and during that
time had a number of military liaison officers who called on the company
regularly. I jotted notes like crazy and was relieved to find Erin still at
her desk when I entered her office a little after four.
Erin still felt like shit and went to bed early. I followed shortly,
after working on my notes and going over the game plan a couple of times,
trying to poke holes in it. I was up early, left a note for Erin and spent a
great three hours surfing waist high swells at Camp Pendleton. Before leaving
the base, I stopped by the BX and browsed through the military clothing
section. No way I could use my rank. The officer I'd chosen was a major at
the time - twenty years ago - and, if he was still in the service, would be at
least a colonel...Oh ! Fuck it ! If I'm going to break the law...Might as
well go all the way. I used to be a major and major general sounded pretty
cool to me. I bought a set of double stars...The insignia of a major general.
When I arrived back at Erin's my uniform was waiting in a box on the front
porch. I headed on down to the costume shop, where I got the custodial
uniform, and bought a whole bunch of other stuff...Then spent the afternoon
working on my disguise. When Erin entered the kitchen a little after five,
she came face to face with Major General Al Moore, United States Air Force.
She froze and I could tell by the expression on her face that she had no
idea who I was. "Who...What...Who the...What are you doing in my house and
who let you in...Is...Where's Willy ?"
I stood and in a very deep voice said, "Major General Al Moore, at your
service, Ms. O'Connel. Mr. Tamarack is out for a while...Told me to keep an
eye on you." I couldn't keep it up and started laughing like a fool. The
look on Erin's face was priceless...She had no fucking idea who I was, until I
started laughing.
"Willy...Willy Tamarack...What the fuck are you up to ?" I just kept
laughing, figuring if Erin didn't recognize me - Rich Clark didn't have a
snowball's chance in hell - even if he ran into me in the halls or talking
with his old man. I called Carol and thanked her for sending the uniform and
inquired about "Wildman." She gave me some dates and I jotted them down in my
now copious notes.
I asked Erin if she wanted to talk with Carol and she damn near ripped the
phone right out of my hand. "Shit ! Carol, you're not going to believe this.
I didn't recognize the fool at all. Looks ten years older, thirty pounds
heavier...Fat face...Cut his hair and the uniform...Jesus ! He's a general or
something..." She was silent for a few moments and then started laughing like
crazy. "...Yea...Yea...Oh ! That sounds good...Love to...Willy said you got
your twat pierced or something ?" Silence and then Erin was laughing again.
She put her hand over the phone and asked me if I wanted to talk with Carol
some more. I shook my head and sat back down at the table.
When Erin hung up she looked at me for a long while before moving over
toward me. "You know, general...Guys in uniform really make a girl horny."
One of her hands was combing my short hair. I missed my pony tail already. I
started working my tie off. She reached down and stopped me. "Keep the
uniform on, general. Keep it on, general...Just get your dick out and fuck
me."
I reached up under her dress and started to massage her nylon covered
thighs, working my way up to her crotch. It was warm and humid. The uniform,
can't be ? Maybe she's right ? I flashed back to playing a police officer
with one of my girl friends in Las Vegas and laughed as I massaged her cunt
lips through her panty hose.
She leaned down and kissed me. "Come on, general...Get your dick out. I
want to see it...Want you to fuck me...Come on."
Her nasty litany was having an effect on me. My cock was spongy and
getting harder by the second. I grabbed the crotch of her panty hose and
ripped it downward. I knew I tore out some of her pubic hair as she winced
and that made me harder. Her panty hose was around her knees when I rose and
turned her toward the breakfast room table. I kicked the chair out of the way
and pushed her shoulders down on to the table top. I was getting wild and
could already envision my cock ramming into her cunt...Maybe even her ass.
I ripped up her skirt and now her ass was visible - two balloons of white
flesh, nice and plump. While not near as nice as Carol's, Erin had a nice
little butt. Visions of my cock plowing into her asshole flooded my brain. I
reached between her cheeks and reamed a finger into her cunt. It was moist
but not yet ready to fuck. I fucked my finger in and out for a couple of
strokes while I lowered my fly and fished out my cock. It was hard as rock
and quivered in my hand. Erin almost screamed, "Come on, general...Give me
some cock !"
"Spread your ass, lady." She struggled to reach her butt and spread her
cheeks wide. I could see the tuft of dark, kinky hair on her cunt lips. It
tapered off to just a few scraggly hairs around her asshole. I pushed my cock
head against her cunt lips and drove my hips forward. Her head snapped up off
the table and she wailed real loud. I drove forward again and could feel her
cunt lips spreading to allow my cock to enter.
"Spread your ass...wider, lady." She did and I bottomed out against her
ass cheeks. I started fucking. All the way in and then all the way out. She
was getting a little wetter but still no where near wet enough to fuck. Every
time I pushed into her she grunted, "Uuugh." It made me wild and I started
fucking her faster. "Wider...Lady." She spread her cheeks further apart.
Now her anus was stretched wide, kinky strands of hair growing around it. I
wet my finger and reamed it into her asshole. Her head came off the table
again and the kitchen was filled with an almost banshee scream. I fucked her
faster, both my cock and finger plowing in and out of her orifices. Both were
getting gooey.
"This what you want, lady ?" I was almost screaming.
"Ooooh ! Yeeessss ! Just like that and harder...harder, general."
Her asshole was clinging to my finger as it fucked in and out of her and I
was beyond control. I ripped my cock out of her cunt and pressed it against
her anus. One thrust and I buried half my cock into her asshole. She started
to wiggle around on the table, her hands flew above her head and grasped the
other end of the table. I started fucking and didn't stop until the kitchen
was flooded with her screams of ecstasy. As "Joe Cocker" arrived, I realized
that I was also filling the kitchen with loud wails of "Fuck" and "Suck" and
numerous other expletives.
When I finally dragged my cock out of her asshole, I watched her butt
cheeks twitch for a few moments before sitting down and attempting to catch my
breath. Erin looked over her shoulder at me and winked. "I always knew I
should have married a military man."
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
At precisely zero eight hundred the following morning I was at the Clark
Electronics security gate. "Major General Al Moore...To see Harold Clark."
The guard looked at me kind of strange and mumbled something, I didn't catch,
before picking up the phone and carrying on a short conversation with
somebody. It's amazing what a uniform will do to most people. We give the
Germans a lot of shit about the Nazis and WWII but most Americans are the
same.
"Aaah...General..."
"Moore...Major General Al Moore...Used to liaison with Clark during the
Vietnam War...Just dropping by to pay a courtesy visit."
"Aaah...Yea...Right, General Moore...But, Mr. Clark passed away about
three years ago. His son's running the company now and will see you right
away." The gate slid open and I motored through in my rented Lincoln. No way
a two star general would be driving a VW van.
Fuck ! I started to sweat. Obviously didn't do enough research. The six
"P's" flashed through my head...Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.
Well, too late now. Looks like I was going to come face to face with the son
of a bitch after all.
I pulled into a visitor's slot and was hardly out of the car before, Rich
Clark was at the entrance and walking toward the Lincoln. "General Moore,
glad you could drop by to pay us a visit. My dad always praised you
highly...Used to talk about you all the time. Come on in."
How to play it ?? I was unsure. On the one hand, the son of bitch didn't
say it was good to see me again so I figured he'd never met me. Shit ! This
asshole was still dodging the draft back then. Chances are he'd never heard
of Al Moore. Go with your instincts, Willy.
"Sorry to hear about your dad, Mr. Clark."
"Call me Rich. I wasn't even in the business way back then...Still in
school. Can I get you a cup of coffee ?" Not even a reference to his dad's
demise...What a slime ball.
We were halfway down the hall; going where ? I had no idea. "Brenda, get
General Moore a cup of java." He barked to a very nice looking young lady
sitting outside his office. He sat me in a very comfortable chair and I
remembered the cabin and the drugged drink he gave me...Oh ! So long ago.
Get your shit together, Willy. This is the big leagues, buddy !
"You in town on business ?" And so it went. I told him I was just back
from the orient with some pentagon types...Now that the cold war was
over...Not much for an old soldier to do. Defense just didn't seem important
to the country any more.
"How's Clark handling the defense draw down ? I bet it's cut into
contracts and that all important bottom line."
Rich Clark went on and on about how well they had weathered the storm.
How the company was making in-roads into commercial electronics fields they'd
never dreamed of in the past. But they did miss the defense contracts and
hadn't totally made up for the few that came along. The way he saw it, the
future was to provide for the defense of the many emerging nations of the
world - technology transfer.
Just then Brenda came in with the coffee and Rich gave her some shit for
taking so long. I wondered if he was fucking her ? She had a very nice butt
from where I was sitting...And then it hit me !
I'll be very honest...When I started this gig...I really had very little
idea how it would pan out...And while I wanted to know Gary Cahill's
availability, I really wasn't sure how I could use him...I just wanted to have
a back up...A wingman out on the flank, covering my six.
The words "technology transfer" exploded in my head. Seems I'd seen
several news pieces on that very subject. Something about politicians taking
campaign contributions from foreign governments and corporations to allow the
transfer of technology. Jesus ! I wish I wasn't so stoned all the time. Who
am I kidding ??!!
Rich was going on and on about how hard it was to get on the preferred
list of exporters. It was so political and with his father's death, the
company had lost many of it's political connections. My brain was racing, my
pulse quick...I had the inkling of an idea forming and tried to feed it while
he droned on and on. He was now talking about a tour of the plant and maybe
lunch. Jesus ! I didn't want to spend all day here but up we got and out the
door we went.
I paid little attention as we wandered through the plant. Probably
because I had no idea what we were viewing but I "Oohed" and "Aahed" at the
appropriate times and tried to look interested. He was talking about some
electronic gizmo the company made that would revolutionize the communications
industry...They sold it to some satellite companies...Or, it was used in
satellites ?
It was almost noon and we were heading back to his office when he popped
the question...And while the idea, I was germinating, wasn't quite strong
enough to grow on it's own...His question was like pure fertilizer.
"General Moore...How does the pentagon view tech transfer ? Is it really
viewed as a threat to national defense or as a way for American companies to
compete in the world market place ? You know, if we don't provide it someone
else will !"
"That's an interesting question, Rich. And you've hit the nail on the
head when you allude to two schools of thought. With the recent interest in
the last presidential election campaign..." I droned on for a few minutes and
could see Rich was all ears. "...appears that the young and up-coming
officers view tech transfer as a way to keep the American defense industries
at the cutting edge, while older, more established officers view it as a
threat to the national defense."
"It's too bad that relations between the industry and the pentagon are not
what they were...Years ago..." He let that hang in the air and I threw
caution to the winds and baited the hook.
"Well, many of those young officers have left the service to promote their
ideas in the political circles of just about every state that has some defense
companies...There was this young man working for me several years ago, who had
a view that this was the only way to make America strong...Kind of letting the
third world be our testing ground for unique new ideas...He left my tutelage
and went to work for a senator right here in California. He's now working on
his own as a consultant and from what I've heard has done some very fine work
for some companies here in the state..."
Rich was almost crawling up over his desk waiting for me to offer more.
"General...That's just what Clark needs now...Would it be possible for you to
mention a good word ? A foot in the door...That's all I need. I can carry
the ball from there..."
"Well, I suppose I could give him a call when I get back to
Washington...Put in a good word for the company...After all, your dad was
pretty good to me way back when..."
"When are you leaving ?" Rich asked. I mentioned some made up flight
number and Rich was almost salivating. "Maybe you could spend a day or two
here and set it up...from here ? It would be much more impressive if the
three of us could get together...Maybe, tomorrow...The next day ?"
I dug into my coat pocket and pulled out the small note book I'd been
jotting down ideas in and pretended to review it. This was moving much faster
than I'd ever imagined and the possibilities were just about endless. I felt
the hook was in deep and now had to dampen my desire to reel him in all at
once. I needed a little wiggle room.
"Let me see...Now...Day after tomorrow I have a budget meeting that I just
can't get out of...So I'd have to leave no later than tomorrow..."
"That settles it then..." He picked up the phone and barked. "Brenda get
General Moore a deluxe at the Airport Hilton...Wet bar...The works and get us
reservations at the Velvet Turtle for lunch...Say...One-thirty or so."
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
Three things happened during our luncheon that made me think I was way in
over my head...And...Yea ! I probably was but now that I was sitting on the
bed in the Airport Hilton, sipping on an Ashai Dry, my confidence was growing
by leaps and bounds. First; as we wander out to get in the limo...Hey ! It's
a company expense...A fucking write off...He mentions something like, "...like
a little something like that tonight ?" Obviously, referring to Brenda, his
secretary.
While I was tempted, I felt that doing something that stupid should be
reserved for presidents or kings or some such. I countered with, "I think the
young ladies of today are more interested in the commander-in-chief." And
then laughed a hearty laugh. Rich joined me and even put his arm around my
shoulder as we headed toward the front of the building.
Second; when we got in the limo, the driver turned and asked. "Where to
boss ?" I almost had a heart attack. It was one of the black, fake cops who
had their way with Carol at the cabin. I could feel the sweat rolling down my
sides from under my arms and had to wipe my upper lip several times on the way
to the restaurant.
Third; and this was the real jolt. We had just been seated when in walks,
you guessed it, Connie. Jesus ! She looked great. Wearing a little sun
dress that showed plenty of leg and cut low in front, showing a little
cleavage. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I had to drink about three
glasses of water to keep my mouth from attempting to resemble Death Valley.
She sat next to me and rubbed her leg against mine several times during lunch.
Most distracting but I was on a mission...A deep strike against a cock sucker
who was fucking with my friends...I closed my mind to her...Well, almost.
Fuck ! She looked good enough to eat and I was real hungry even after
spending most of last evening fucking and sucking with Erin.
But now I was safe...For a while. They insisted that I take the limo to
the Hilton but I put them off, using the Lincoln as an excuse. I promised to
make some calls this afternoon and hopefully would have some news by this
evening. Maybe, I could set up a lunch for tomorrow ?
"That's great, general. How about we celebrate at dinner ?" I tried to
use the time zone excuse, after all I told him I just got back from the orient
but that didn't float and seeing no way to back out, agreed to meet them for
dinner.
I was adding some meat to the plan, making a note every now and then in my
notebook when the knock came at the door. I'd just got off the phone with
Erin, telling her that I wouldn't be back to her place before tomorrow. She
had a million questions but I put her off by promising to tell her the whole
thing tomorrow. I asked her to call Carol and tell her to call Gary and set
up a time we could get together with him. So it couldn't be Erin.
Well...Maybe, but I didn't think so. That left only two people who knew
where I was. I was glad I still had my uniform on as the disguise didn't work
with any of my other clothes.
I looked through the peep hole in the door and my heart started running a
sprint. Connie Clark was standing there with a bottle of Jack Daniels wearing
that little sun dress of her's. I opened the door and she gave me a big
smile.
"My husband wanted me to drop this by and thank you for being a good sport
and going to bat for Clark." I stepped aside and let her enter. She looked
around the room for a few moments and then sat in a leather chair by the wet
bar. "Nice place...You comfortable ?"
I nodded and then asked her if she wanted a drink ? She accepted, so I
cracked open the bottle. There was a time in my life when I really had an
affinity for Jack but that was long ago...When I was risking my ass flying
jets for uncle sam. I handed her the drink and sat on the edge of the bed. I
wondered how long this would last ?
"I used to know a guy in the air force..."
I interrupted her with, "Well, the air force is pretty large. I doubt
I've ever met your friend."
"Yea...You're probably right..." We sat and stared at each other for a
moment or two before she continued. "Rich told me to make sure you had
everything you needed..." She crossed her legs while talking and I got a good
view of a lot of thigh. There was no doubt in my mind what she had on her
mind. I was positive that if I'd shown interest in Brenda, she'd be here in
Connie's place, looking after my every need. The thought of fucking her was
appealing to me but I'd have to get naked and the body suit under my uniform
would be impossible to hide.
I smiled at her. "No...I think I've got everything I need. Thanks."
She smiled back and recrossed her legs. I was positive she wasn't wearing
panties and my cock tingled a bit in my slacks. "Mind if I use the powder
room ?"
"No problem...It's all yours." I got up, like I was going to pour another
drink. In reality I was going to pour this one down the drain. I was sitting
on the bed sipping mostly ice and water when she walked out of the bathroom
without a stitch on...Totally bare ass naked. Her breasts were high up on her
chest, just like Carol's and while her areolae weren't any where as large and
dark as Carol's; they were all crinkly, her nipples erect in the air
conditioned room. She had a great set of tits for a fifty year old woman.
She'd put on a little weight since the last time I saw her and her snatch
was shaved clean. The crease of her sex was plump and inviting at the
juncture of her thighs. She spread her legs a bit and put her hands on the
door jam. "We've got some time before dinner...And I just want to thank you
for all you've done for my husband. Plus I've always had a thing for men in
uniform...Well..." She giggled. "...I've never had a man in uniform. You're
not going to disappoint me are you, general ?"
I stood and was glad the fear coursing through my body was preventing my
cock from rising to the occasion. "Ms. Clark...Aaah..." Fumbling around was
not hard to do considering the circumstances. "...Aaah...I'm honored...Ahen."
Then I remembered my prostate cancer. "...But...I've had an operation. It's
quite embarrassing...Not quite the man I used to be...I'll be sixty-two next
year and..." She was moving across the room toward me.
"Sit down, general...Lil' Connie will work wonders for you...Come on,
general. I'm a hungry woman." I felt her hands on the front of my slacks and
now my zipper was on the way down. Shit ! I had to keep my pants on or the
body suit might show. She sank to her knees and I flopped back on to the bed.
I could feel her hand grasping my cock and I was getting stronger.
"See...What'd I tell you, general. This is going to work out fine. Just
relax." I was up on my elbows watching her fish around in my fly. She pulled
my dick out and licked the head. I let out a real deep groan and she
swallowed me whole. Her mouth was warm and wet. I could feel her tongue
digging right under the crown of my cock and resigned myself to the fact that
she was going to suck my brains out through the head of my dick.
I was more than hard when she took her mouth off my cock. It glistened in
the afternoon light flooding the room. "You've got a nice cock, general." It
jerked in her hand and then she started stroking it. Her other hand
disappeared and I was sure she was fingering herself. She'd lick the head of
my dick every so often as I just kept watching. Smiling up at me, she opened
her mouth and swallowed me whole again. I threw my head back and screamed it
felt so good. Her head was bobbing in my lap like a machine. Her lips,
smooth and wet, sliding up and down my cock. I reached out, put a hand on the
back of her head and started thrusting my hips off the bed.
She finally pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled up at me again. "I'd
say you wife doesn't try hard enough, general." I grunted and she was
climbing over me. Her cunt was gaping open, her pussy lips almost swaying
with her movement. She grabbed my cock and plunged herself down on it. I
threw myself back on to the bed as she started to ride me. "Oh ! General,
that's it...Fuck me, you stud." I noticed I was thrusting up into her as she
moved back and forth on my cock. Her tits were just inches from my face and I
leaned up and captured one of her nipples with my mouth. "Bite'em,
general...Get me off, stud."
I bit into her nipple and she screamed. My hips were a blur and she was
motionless on top of me, letting me do all the work. I was sweating like a
pig in the uniform and almost ready to roll her over and fuck her brains out
when the phone rang.
Connie put a finger to her lips and almost rolled off me to get the phone.
She handed it to me as she forced my cock back into her. She was rocking
slowly when I heard Rich speak, "Connie give you the booze, general ?"
I grunted something and he continued, "She takin' care of you ?" He
laughed a little. Connie was moving more, forcing herself on and off my cock.
I reached out with my free hand and grabbed her hip. I started thrusting
and almost yelled into the phone. "Yea ! Rich...She's taking care of my
every need...Thanks..."
"See you in a bit...for dinner, general." And then the phone went dead.
I threw it on the floor and grabbed both her hips, thrusting up into her like
a maniac. Sweat was pouring off my face and neck, soaking my shirt.
"Ooooh ! That's the way, general...Fuck me...Stud." I did the best I
could and, when "Joe Cocker" made his appearance, was sure that Connie got off
too as her chest was covered with perspiration, sweat was dribbling down her
sides and off her breasts. I licked some of the moisture off her before she
rolled off me and asked if I wanted to go again.
I was putting on quite an act...Ok ! Ok ! It wasn't much of an act.
Huffing and puffing like an old man. "No...No...My dear, you've made this old
soldier quite happy he spent his life defending his country." She giggled a
little and then slowly walked to the bathroom.
She was dressed and out of the bathroom in about five minutes. I was
still lying on the bed, my fly still open with my cock almost hidden in my
pants but still feeling gooey with her cunt butter. I got to my elbows and
watched her move towards the door.
I was about to say "thanks" when the cluster bomb units started raining on
the bed. "We'll be back to pick you up about seven, Willy. I insisted on
Japanese as Rich can't use chop sticks worth a shit and he'll be too busy
fucking with them to do much else." She rushed across the room and gave me an
opened mouth kiss. "I had a wonderful time, Willy." Gave me another quick
peck, then ran for the door. Before the door closed, she looked back into the
room and said, "Good luck, lover."
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
I had just topped the Baker grade and was picking up speed like a demon.
I could see state line in the distance and figured I'd be arriving at the
condo in about forty minutes. I started laughing for no reason. Well,
really, there were a lot of reasons. I was stoned as shit, having just
finished one of my classic cigar joints and thinking about last night's dinner
again. It was a riot.....
Connie was right. Rich was as uncomfortable as hell at a Japanese place.
I was right at home and the uniform went over like gang busters. We had young
Japanese waitresses all over us, all night. I got drunker than snot, drinking
Asahi Dry; was telling war stories about the orient and had a great, fucking
time. Connie kept reaching over and giving my thigh a squeeze every once and
a while. Fuck ! I was on cloud nine.
Rich was disappointed as hell I couldn't get a hold of this "tech
transfer" wizard, I knew. I told him he was out of the country, transferring
technology...What else !.....I started laughing again.....I promised Rich I'd
call him and set up a lunch date as soon as the guy got back into the country.
After dinner, they dropped me off at the Hilton and I grabbed a couple of
"z's" before getting up early and taking a cab to Erin's.
She'd been in the shower and was just wearing a towel when she came to the
door. Who else would be calling at 0630 ? I hope not many. I tore off the
uniform and joined her in the shower. We spent a little time on the toilet,
too. She bounced up and down on my very hard cock as I sucked on her very
turgid nipples.
We were in the kitchen. She was drinking a cup of instant coffee and I
was drinking o.j. She hadn't asked a thing since I arrived but I knew she was
dying to know what was going on. I was finally ready to let her in on the
gig. "Erin...Talk to Rich lately ?"
She just stared at me. I knew she was trying to decide whether to tell
me. After a long, few moments, she shook her head. "Let me guess...You met
him in a bar and it was probably shortly after Connie found you and gave you
the mural and the Surfer Magazine...Right ?" Another pause and then she
nodded her head. I continued. "He's a good looking guy. I've heard he's
great in bed. Takes you out a few times. You have a good time. The sex is
good and then you end up with him at a motel or some place else and all of a
sudden you're not alone...You're a little smashed...And things get a little
out of control...Shit ! We've all been there and done that. About two years
ago Carol had the same thing happen to her with the same guy...Only they
didn't take pictures. I was drugged and tied up in a chair in the corner of
the room and got to watch. They had a great time...So did Carol...Most of the
time. I think I've told you this before but it was late at night and you
probably don't remember much of it...And who would've thought the cock sucker
would do it again ?"
She was looking at the floor. "He hasn't called lately...Has he ?" She
shook her head back and forth. "Erin...Look at me...I meant what I said the
other night...Live life the way you want to....I'm not here to judge you.
Jesus ! I'm hardly an example. If they're underage, I'm out of control...A
total pervert. Couldn't keep my dick in my pants if it had an anchor on
it..." She started laughing and then I outlined the plan.
Before she went to work, I told her. "I'd like you to keep calling him
for a couple of days...Play the dumb broad who just hasn't figured out yet
that her steady fuck is through with her but after that you've got to avoid
him like the plague because he's really going to get burned on this one and if
we're lucky, he'll never know it was us....." And then I left for 'Vegas.....
I called Carol from the condo and was lucky she was in the office.
"...I'm back, lover." Her mouth was uncontrollable, jabbering away at a mile
a minute. She wanted to come home this minute but I told her not to piss off
Frank, her boss.
She laughed. "Jesus ! Willy...He's more excited about the stud in my
labia than I am. Wants to know how it's healing...How painful it is. I'm
sure he wants Vicky to get one but she's not too hot on the idea."
I laughed. I couldn't ever imagine allowing someone to poke something
into the skin of my cock...Well ?! "Yo ! Carol, did you set up the meeting
with Gary ?"
"Yea ! Willy, it's all set. Tomorrow night. Hey ! I invited Frank,
too. Figured you might need some back up...Ok ?"
I was silent for a moment. Yea ! I could use a couple of guys. Another
piece of the plan fell into place.
"Willy ??"
"I'm here...That's ok, Carol...Aaah...Carol, do you have any of your old
uniforms ?"
"Yea...I think so..."
"Ok...Sgt. Whitouski...You're to report to the cabin tonight...Eighteen
hundred hours sharp...Class "A's" with all your medals...Ready for
inspection...Any questions ?"
"No sir !" I could hardly wait and was already getting hard, thinking
about the nasty things I was going to do with Sgt. Whitouski.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
It was dark in the cabin. Nice and cool. The valley was well over a
hundred today. I had the cameras ready and was dressed as Major General Al
Moore. I saw the lights of the Camery well before I heard it. I stood
inside, looking out over the parking area. Carol got out of the car and
entered the lights from the deck. She was, indeed, Technical Sergeant Carol
Whitouski - even wearing regulation pumps. I started to get hard as she
walked up the stairs.
I backed away from the door and stood by the bedroom. She knocked twice
and my cock was like steel in my pants. I hadn't taken my little "pink" pill
yet and quickly swallowed it dry.
"Enter."
Carol stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, snapped to
attention, saluted smartly and shouted, "Technical Sergeant Carol Whitouski,
reporting as ordered, sir !"
I returned the salute. "Right on time, Whitouski. Let's go to my
office." I turned and walked into the bedroom.
Carol followed. She stood at attention in the middle of the room. If
you'll remember, it's quite small and I was standing only a foot or so away.
Her eyes were glued to me and very wide open. If Erin hadn't given her a
heads up, she'd have no earthly idea who I was.
"Sergeant Whitouski, I believe you're up for promotion this cycle ?"
"Yes sir !" She yelled.
"How bad do you want this promotion, sergeant ?"
"Want it bad, sir !" She yelled again.
I stepped around behind her and ran my hands up her arms until I had both
hands on her shoulders. I massaged her shoulders a bit and then slid my hands
down to her ass. I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear. My cock
jumped in my pants, neither was I. I slid my hands down her thighs and
bellowed out. "Parade Rest !" She spread her legs as far as the skirt would
allow and placed her hands behind her, palms out. I moved closer and rubbed
my hardon against her palms.
"I believe 35-10 requires you to wear underwear, Sergeant." One of her
hands closed around my hardon. I groaned. "Raise your skirt, sergeant." Her
hands went to her hem and up it came. I stepped away and while staring at her
marvelous butt, slowly started to work on undoing my uniform slacks.
"Ten...hut." Carol snapped to attention, keeping her skirt bunched up
around her waist. I could see the muscles of her butt ripple, taunt as she
stood at attention. "Bout...hace." She twirled around and now I could see
where she was shaved. It was already starting to grow back. I imagined her
cunt lips were partially shaved, also.
Carol was so hot she couldn't believe it. Her pussy was drooling juice.
She could feel it moisten her thighs and cunt. Her nipples were painful,
swollen and so erect. God ! She'd fuck the chinese army...Didn't care about
the piercing. Her eyes were locked on Willy's chest but she could sense he
was hard as rock and caught the movement as he lowered his slacks.
"Sit, sergeant." She sat and now her face was level with his very erect
penis, his pants around his ankles. She wanted to reach out and pull his cock
closer, suck the life out of him. "Spread your legs, sergeant." He stepped
between her legs and put his hands in her hair, just massaging her scalp. His
cock was so close yet so far away. She could smell him. He began rubbing his
hardon against her cheeks and lips and forehead. She was almost shaking.
When he pushed his cock head against her lips, she opened her mouth. He
filled it, choking her. She coughed and pulled her head away.
"Suck it, sergeant." She started to bring her arms up but he stopped her
with, "No hands, sergeant." His hands remained in her hair, massaging her
scalp and she sucked.
I couldn't believe how hot and wet her mouth was. My cock was instantly
drenched with her saliva. Her lips were nibbling on my shaft about half way
down and I could feel her tongue, like a snake, teasing the head of my dick.
I started guiding her mouth back and forth on my cock. Her mouth was slobbery
and slid back and forth on my cock, effortlessly. I increased the cadence,
both of my hands in her hair, pulling her mouth back and forth on my boner.
I was getting very close but wanted it to last longer. I pulled her mouth
off my cock and groaned out, "Lick my balls, sergeant." My cock quivered as
her tongue licked my ball sack, occasionally she'd grab some of my pubic hair
with her lips and pull. I left my cock alone, slick and hard up against my
uniform shirt and jacket.
I could stand it no longer and rubbed her face back and forth against my
cock. Her face was slick with the saliva off my cock and then I guided her
lips back to my cock head and she swallowed me whole. I could feel the head
of my cock against the back of her mouth, feel her throat spread and accept my
cock and I started cuming.
I put my hands on the top of my head and tried to remain still as her lips
nibbled at the base of my cock. I could feel her gag reflex grasping my cock
head. My legs started to shake and tremble, my stomach cramped up. Still, I
willed myself to remain frozen. I flexed my cock several times and her throat
flexed back. I threw my head back and screamed...A loud wail that I'm sure
could be heard in the forest. My knees began to buckle and slowly I sunk to
the floor. Carol's lips remained wrapped around the base of my cock as she
followed me to the floor. I writhed around for what seemed like minutes but
I'm sure it didn't last that long.
When I became aware of my surroundings again, Carol was back up, sitting
on the bed. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist and her hair was
a little messed up but other than that her uniform was impeccable. I slowly
got to my feet and kicked off my slacks, my cock still hard as rock. God !
Do I love these pink pills !
"Get to your knees, sergeant." She looked at me strangely. "On the bed,
your ass toward me." She moved like a cat, her skirt sliding about half way
over her butt. I pushed it up over her back and sank to my knees. I spread
her knees apart and was now gazing at the forest of dark, black pubic hair
that covered her lower cunt lips and grew right up between her ass cheeks and
around her asshole.
I spread her cheeks apart and slowly licked her hair covered lips until I
had a furrow of hair on each side of my tongue. Her vagina lips were visible
now and they were slick with her juices. She smelled clean, freshly douched.
I dug my tongue into her cunt and her whole body tensed up. She let out a
whelp when I dug my tongue into her the second time. I slipped a finger into
her and began to finger fuck her slowly.
"Hurt any, lover." Her head was cradled in her arms and I didn't hear her
muffled response so I asked again. The "no" was loud and clear the second
time and I increased the speed of the finger I had fucking in and out of her
cunt. I took a big bite out of her plump ass and tremors rippled through her
thighs and butt. My tongue slowly made it's way to her anus, licking and
sucking on the inside of her butt cheeks. She was whining, a soft, high
pitched squeal almost. After spreading some of the hair away from her asshole
with my tongue, I started teasing her puckered nether hole. The whining
turned into a low wail, her thighs chorded up, her ass cheeks tense.
Carol used every bit of self control to remain still as she knew that's
what Willy wanted. His finger was sliding in and out of her cunt and she
could almost feel her juices drooling off his finger, being soaked up by her
bush. She was so wet and...Damn ! The piercing...She wanted to feel his cock
in her. She wanted him to fuck her. When he bit her, a small orgasm rippled
through her lower stomach and her thighs cramped up. His tongue on her
asshole almost set her off again and she tried to force his face out from
between her butt cheeks. She couldn't control herself and just noticed she
was whimpering. She started screaming when he reamed his tongue into her
asshole and when he started fucking it in and out of her, she came in one loud
wail.
"Aaaagh...Aaaagh...Fuck me...Please...Fuck me...Uuuugh...Aaagh !"
Enough torture...I was dying to force my cock into her anus and was going
to make it last a million years, feeding it to her millimeter by millimeter.
I slowly stood and rubbed my shaft up and down the cheeks of her ass, forcing
them together with my hands, forming a channel. Her ass cheeks spread a bit
and I buried my shaft between them. They tried to capture my cock. I pulled
it out and slapped it against her firm butt flesh. "Spread you ass, Carol."
Carol couldn't get her hands to her ass fast enough and then she felt the
head of his cock against her anus. Her asshole was almost nibbling on his
crown, the head almost in her. She clenched her asshole, trying to capture
his cock and now he was forcing more of it into her. "God ! Damn ! Fuck my
ass...You...You...Mother fucker !" She was wild...Needed to be filled with
cock. Her butt cheeks were so tight it hurt. Her thighs tense and quivering,
her stomach aching. Her cunt was throbbing and she wanted his cock so much
and yet he kept feeding her the smallest bit at a time, never fucking her,
just feeding her his shaft. It seemed she had so little of it in her and she
wanted more...Wanted to be filled with cock.
I was slowly losing the battle and knew that any moment now I'd fill her
ass with my cock. Just watching it slowly sink into her was driving me crazy.
She was shaking so much now, the bed was moving. The muscles in her ass were
quivering and so was my cock. I was almost all the way in when I lost
control, grabbed her hips and forced the rest of me into her bowels. Her
sphincter tightened against the base of my cock and I started fucking her like
wild man, just as fast and as hard as I could.
"Ooooh...Aaaaghghgh...Fuuuucckkk ! Fuck...Meeeeee !" Carol was screaming
and cuming and screaming and cuming. I was chanting "fuck" over and over
again and just pounding my dick in and out of her ass. The cheeks of my ass
like set cement, my thighs cramped up but still thrusting my hard desire in
and out of her bowels. I didn't stop until I was lying on top of her, her
legs out over the edge of the bed. I could still feel her ass cheeks clench
up and relax, like they had a mind of their own. My cock, still hard, was
about half out of her anus, her sphincter spasming around my shaft like a
dying animal...living it's last few moments.
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
"Bull...Shit, Willy ! You're being a stupid, macho fuck as usual. Get
your fucking head out of your ass...This is one time you should be thinking
with your dick...His anyway. Here's a guy who's an ass bandit supreme and
you're trying to scam him...Burn the fuck out of him and you're not using a
single woman in the sting...Now, listen to me, you stupid fool...With your
plan and it's a good one, lover...No...A fucking, great one...Anyway, there's
no pressure on him. He's able to sit back and analyze what's going down, able
to let his mind explore all the options. He's concentrating on only one
thing...What he's going to get and what he's going to pay for it...And, by the
way, I don't think fifty 'g's' is enough...But, I've got some ideas on
that...Anyway, listen to this closely, Willy...If we move it out of a hotel
room and into a real ritzy beach house or maybe even a real large yacht and
instead of just Gary and Frank running the scam...They bring Wanda and Vicky
and they're lying around in some skimpy bikinis and smoking some of your
dope...Well...That's a truly fucking exceptional, fucking outstanding rat
fuck."
We were lying in bed, last night still foremost in my mind. After I
fucked her in the ass; we lounged in the hot tub for over an hour, smoking
dope and drinking wine. I told her what went down and outlined the plan. She
said she'd like to sleep on it. We both slept like the dead and it was past
eight before I realized I was still in bed...Very unusual for me. Must be the
stress of the last couple of days. Before we even got out of bed, I asked for
her thoughts. I was anxious for her approval. When she told me it was just
an "ok" plan, I got a little pissed and went over the logic again...That's
when she started in on me.
She was right. Her additions were exactly what the sting needed...Without
the girls, it was just a good plan...With them, the chances of success went up
exponentially. I just wasn't sure whether I could ask Gary and Frank...Shit !
I mean...using their wives. Carol laughed at my macho bullshit again, telling
me that both of them would love having Rich's long, hard cock fucking their
brains out - she had...And from what I'd told her about Connie and from the
little she could remember about the night at the cabin, Gary and Frank would
love to give her a little cock sandwich. She was dialing the phone.
"...Frank...Carol...Hey ! I'm going to be a little late this morning.
About tonight..." She paused for a moment, then laughed. "Yea ! Right !
Terra Sushi...six o'clock and bring Vicky. Hey ! You remember that lawyer
guy, the lobbyist guy...we sold him that huge house out on the West side. You
kept telling me, how every time his old lady wasn't looking, he was scoping me
out. Yea ! Yea ! That's the guy. How about calling him and telling him I
need a little advice..." She paused again and laughed again. "Get your mind
out of the gutter, Frank...Or I'll tell Vicky what a perverted old man you
are..." She was laughing up roarously now. "Another thing, Frank...Where do
you get your printing done ?" A pause. "Ok ! How about giving them a call
and tell them you have a rush order from a very important client...A Mister
Tamarack..." She winked at me. I winked back.
I was sitting in the printer's office and he was showing me samples.
Business cards and legal forms. I was relieved that I shared it all with
Carol. She'd had some dynamite ideas, besides including the girls. I'd
surfed the net all morning, after she left, and found several examples of
government legal forms and contracts that dealt with import/export shit. I
down loaded them and made a few modifications. With the forms and my
notebook, I waited patiently for the printer to finish my order.
I'd also called my parents and asked them to look around for a large
yacht...A rental or if one their friend's had one ? I'd like to borrow it.
Expense was no consideration. My dad laughed and asked if I'd won the
lottery. I told him "no" but was real close to making a killing on the
market. He laughed and told me the market was down about three hundred points
today, already. I laughed...Not the market I was in. All this money, I was
spending, was depleting the drug bust money, quite quickly. Well, that and
the life style Carol and I were living. This would replenish that money quite
nicely. I was already looking forward to spending it.
I drove into the parking lot behind Terra Sushi about four-thirty. I was
taking a last hit off a joint as I got out of the van and didn't notice the
young Japanese girl taking out the trash until it was too late. I smiled at
her, packed the smoldering roach into a fresh cigarette and took a deep hit
off the cocktail. I flashed her the peace sign and walked around the building
to the front door.
The place was closed but I could see the owner's wife getting ready for
the evening's business. I tapped on the glass and she pointed towards the
closed sign. I tapped again and she came toward the door to tell this stupid
gaijin to get his head out of his ass, the place was closed. I wondered why
she didn't recognize me ? Shit ! Carol and I ate here three or four times a
month and while her old man hardly spoke any english, he loved hearing me
struggle and giving it the ol' college try with my very poor Japanese.
Fuck ! Of course, she didn't recognize me...I wasn't me. Major general
Al Moore was standing at the door - Not, Willy Tamarack. Carol's idea...To
get everyone excited about the sting. I quickly pulled the foam rubber out of
my mouth, took off the wheel hat and the reflective aviator glasses, I was
wearing, and called through the door. "It's Willy-san !" I saw the young
girl, her eyes wide as I altered my appearance, back by the kitchen. Mamasan
turned her head toward the kitchen and rattled off some Japanese and her old
man appeared. He walked quickly toward the door and about half way there,
started laughing like crazy. He barked out some Japanese and his wife opened
the door.
I bowed at the waist and spoke softly, "Konichiwa, Kanda-san." They both
bowed and, almost together, came back with, "Konichiwa, Willy-san." Since
mamasan's english was a whole lot fucking better than she let on, I put my
hand on her shoulder and told her I needed a favor. She was laughing like
crazy by the time we approached the back of the diner. That's what I loved
about his place...It was like walking out of Las Vegas and right into the
heart of Tokyo. She rattled off a string of Japanese and the young girl
rushed to the cooler to get me an Asahi Dry. I didn't remember her from
previous visits and was about to ask mamasan about her but the mission came
first !?
I laughed as mamasan asked me if I'd like some sushi before they opened.
I nodded my head and made a big production of taking five one hundred dollar
bills out of my wallet, rolled them up and told her to put them on my
account...For tonight. She bowed deeply and sat me at the counter. Kanda-san
was already cutting the tuna and rattling away in Japanese. I think he was
saying something about how surprised my friends would be ? I hoped he was
right.
Carol arrived a short time later, just as Mamasan opened the door. She
had a nice looking man, about her age, with her and since this was a departure
from the plan, I was some what concerned. They were seated at the table, I
reserved for them. I was about three feet away, with my back to them, and
could hear everything they said. The young Japanese girl had a perpetual
smile plastered to her face, while she rushed around - cleaning and getting
them drinks.
Carol sounded pissed and was going on and on about what she wanted him to
do. "...No ! Ron...How many times do I have to tell you this ? I just want
you to give the group a briefing on political contributions and lobbying. How
the system works...The nuts and bolts...If I need your services further, I'll
get in touch..."
I saw Frank and Vicky through the glass. They were coming around the
corner of the building. Seconds later, Gary and Wanda rounded the corner and
"Operation Malibu" was about to start. That was Carol's idea, too. She
thought Frank would get a big kick out of it and since that was my call sign,
when I was in the air force...Well, never mind.
They were all seated and since Japanese are notoriously late diners; they
were the only people in the place besides major general Al Moore, that is. I
took a big swig of Asahi Dry and downed a fat piece of tuna. Carol stood and
introduced Ron Lyester to the group. I heard Gary ask where I was and Carol
said, "...something came up, Gary." Wanda said it probably wore skirts and
Vicky laughed her little girl laugh. The sushi started to show up and Ron
droned on and on about political contributions and lobbying. Frank and Gary
were rather obnoxious, making jokes and shit until Carol silenced them with,
"Hey ! Assholes, pay attention...This is important."
Ron finished and attempted to take his seat until Carol took him by the
arm, guiding him to the door. He looked disappointed he wasn't going to get
to remain for the main event...Even though the shyster had no idea what the
main event was about. I had a pretty good view of the table in the reflection
from the windows. Kanda-san had lowered the blinds and it was almost like a
mirror.
***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****
Carol was back at the table and everyone was stuffing their faces with
sushi and tampura, drinking beer and generally having a great time. "Willy
and I need to ask you all a favor..."
"Where is the son of a bitch ?" Gary asked.
"Gettin' laid would be my bet." Frank quipped. Gary laughed that loud,
obnoxious laugh of his and Wanda joined him.
"Hey ! Assholes...Listen up...This is serious shit...You gonna do us a
favor or play Johnny fuck around here ?" The group quieted down. "About
thirty years ago...Well before any of us knew Willy..." It had started.
Carol, step by step, walked the group through the whole story from the
beginning...Starting way back when I was in high school...through finding
Connie after I moved to 'Vegas, the parties, the fucking around, the cabin,
promising Rich I'd never see Connie again...She ended up with the pictures of
Erin arriving in the mail. The table was silent.
Vicky blurted out, "What an asshole !" I could have kissed her. Frank
asked if we wanted him to call on some of his old buddies who were still on
the periphery of the muscle business. Gary laughed. Wanda told him to shut
up.
"No, Frank...Nothing like that...Willy and I have conceived a plan. We've
named it 'Operation Malibu.' It's the rat fuck of all rat fucks...And with a
little luck and if we all play our parts, the fucking prick will get what's
coming to him and never ever know it was us. We'll also end up with a bundle
of cash and have a great time doing it. So without any further bullshit..."
I was standing, putting on the aviator shades, the wheel cap and lighting
a cigarette. "...I'd like to introduce major general Al Moore to brief us on
the details of 'Operation Malibu.' Please hold your comments and questions
until the general is finished."
Frank blurted out, "Hey ! Vicky, they named it after us." Vicky was
giggling. Gary was looking around the restaurant and then abruptly stood, his
chair scraping against the floor. I almost blew it by laughing. It took
every bit of my self control.
I stepped to the head of their table and began. "As you were, major
Cahill..." Gary sat. Carol had a smile on her face that reached from ear to
ear. Not one of the fools had any idea who the fuck I was ? There was
nothing but rapt attention written on their faces...That and a little
confusion but that's ok. The briefing would clear all that up.
I sat and leaned forward. They all leaned forward conspiratorially and I
began. "'Operation Mailbu' is a very simple operation designed to fleece a
quarter of a million dollars from Clark Electronics..." Even though the diner
was filling up and bits of Japanese could be heard from all quarters...The
gasps coming from the table drew the attention of almost the entire diner. In
less than twenty minutes I outlined the sting. "...then we split the money
and...Hey ! The options are almost unlimited...Mexico for a month...Europe,
if we like...Hawaii...Or shit ! For the conservative among us, a nice big
start toward a retirement nest egg."
The table was silent. "Well...Are you in or out ?" I started with Gary
and moved my way around the table. I looked everyone of them in the eye,
waiting for some acknowledgment. Each of them nodded their head.
When I held my gaze on Vicky, she squeaked out in her little girl voice.
"Willy...Is that you ?"
I started laughing and stood. "Let's head back to the condo for some q&a.
This fucking uniform is killing me."
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It was earl morning, still dark out. I was keyed up and couldn't sleep.
The Cahill's and Malibu's left early, about ten, after we spent about two
hours going over the plan. I was at the breakfast table jotting down notes.
I had a busy day in front of me. I was still stoked with the enthusiasm the
group exhibited, especially the ladies. Vicky kept bothering me about how
she'd never been with a guy in uniform and I'm sure I could have taken her
into the bedroom and played another version of sergeant Whitouski's promotion
board but didn't. Shit ! That would have started an orgy and Carol would
have felt left out with her labia still healing.
About seven I heard the shower go on and wandered in to share it with
Carol. I cooked her a breakfast burrito and she was off to sell real estate.
I picked up the phone and started coordinating. I left the best call to last.
The phone was ringing. "Clark Electronics...Mr. Clark's office."
"This is major general Moore. Is Mr. Clark in ?"
"Yes ! General...Please hold." I heard the tone in the phone. It was
less than five seconds.
"General Moore, how are you ? I hope that budget meeting met your
expectations ?"
I was hoping his budget met my expectations. "Rich...I just got a hold of
the guy I was talking about, Gary Flounder. He just arrived from Southwest
Asia and was doing a little liaison work at the pentagon. He's anxious to
meet with you. I can arrange to be in L.A. next week. Was wondering if that
would be convenient for you..." Jesus ! He damn near swallowed the
phone...Going on and on about any time, any place...Just name it. The hook
was sliding into his belly. I told him that I'd call him when I got to L.A.
Rich Clark rushed down the hall to Connie's office. "Connie...Connie.
General Moore just called and is setting up a meeting with that guy he was
talking about...Next week..." Connie smiled at him and told him how great it
was to hear the good news.
I leaned back on the couch and smiled at the ceiling. The door bell
brought me back to the present. Now...Who the fuck could this be ? When I
opened the door, the young girl from Terra Sushi was standing there. She was
dressed in jeans and a crop top, her belly button showing. A skinny little
thing. I was betting she didn't measure five feet tall or weigh eighty
pounds. No tits to speak of but real cute with short black hair.
No bowing or Japanese shit for her. "Willy Tamarack ?" It was a question
and in very descent english. After all, she'd only met general Moore. I
laughed and nodded my head. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a wad of
bills. "Kanda said I should give you this. You gave his wife too much last
night."
I took the offered bills. "How'd you get here ? And how'd you know where
to come ?"
"Took the bus and Boy ! Does it suck compared to Tokyo trains. Kanda
gave me the address." She just stood there as if expecting something. I just
stared at her. Finally it came out. "About last night...Was wondering if I
could get some of that shit you were smoking when you got out of the car ?"
I opened the door and in she came. I just might get a late start driving
to the beach today. I sat her in the front room and came back with about an
ounce of grass. I threw it on the table and sat down. Her eyes widened.
"You Kanda's niece or something like that ?" She shook her head "yes."
"Well...What are you ?"
She told me she was the daughter of one of Kanda's oldest friends, that
she got into a little difficulty in Tokyo and her dad sent her to America to
keep her out of trouble. I thought that was particularly funny as Tokyo was
about the last place I figured kids could get in trouble...My kids never did
and we let them wander all over...Shit ! They were only thirteen and eight at
the time. And sending any kid to Las Vegas to keep them out of trouble was
like...Well...Never mind.
I asked her what type of trouble she got in and was totally blown away
when she told me, "Well...Older Japanese men sometimes like young girls and
since I look so young...Well...Times are not good in Japan any more and it was
easy money..." She let that hang in the air and then asked me how much for
the dope. I told her it was on the house but if Kanda caught her with it, she
never heard of me.
She laughed and asked if we could get stoned. She didn't have to be back
for a while. I laughed and pulled out my bong. In ten minutes we were in the
twilight zone. Five minutes later, she was sitting on my lap with her tongue
half way down my throat. She'd never done it with a gaijin. Who was I to
refuse such a request ?
My hands quickly found their way beneath her top and massaged the small
bumps she had for breasts. The were like about a half a golf ball with very
tiny nipples, like pencil leads. Her top came off over her head and there was
a shadow of dark hair under her arms. I sucked the nearest breast into my
mouth and teased the nipple and areolae with my tongue. They were smaller
than mine and I could feel my cock start to get hard in my shorts as she
wiggled around on my lap.
We were back to swapping spit, my hand at the waist of her jeans, pulling
her fly down. Her legs spread and I massaged the crotch of her jeans. My
cock was becoming uncomfortable in my shorts, so I rolled her off me and slid
to the floor. She covered her mouth with one hand and giggled as I dragged
her jeans and panties down her legs...So Japanese. My cock was becoming a
slab of steel in my shorts.
She had just a shadow of dark hair at her crotch, a light sprinkling of
straight black hair nowhere near covered her mound. I stood and lowered my
shorts. My cock sprang out and pointed at her. Her hand stayed at her mouth
but she stopped giggling. "You've got a big dick." I flexed it. It's not
often anyone tells me that. I got on the couch with her and pretty soon had
her on top of me. Her butt was small and very firm. One of my hands slid
between it and I slid a finger into her from behind. There was no hair down
here and she was wet and gooey. Our tongues were fencing and I was grinding
my hard cock against her stomach.
She started kissing my chest and I knew she was on her way to my cock. I
let her go and soon felt her wet tongue painting my cock and balls. I reached
down and pulled her around so we were going 69. Her mouth, now open, sucking
on the head of my cock as her hand stroked me. With her knees on either side
of my head, I pried open her ass and licked her hairless cunt lips - ending up
at her smooth skinned anus, reaming my tongue into her. Her head was bobbing
over my groin and I was just about to have a very pleasant orgasm.
***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****
I was hooking up the cameras and microphones on the "Ocean Frolic" out of
Newport Beach. It was warm at the yacht club and I was stripped down to my
trunks, bare footed. I was just about finished and looking forward to going
below and smoking a joint...Just chill out for a while. Carol arrived
yesterday and was out shopping and fucking around with Erin. Gary and Wanda
would arrive this afternoon and "Operation Malibu" would start tomorrow.
Frank and Vicky wouldn't arrive until the sting was underway.
I'd found another, smaller yacht three slips down from "Ocean Frolic" and
was dragging wire down there so Carol, Erin and I could catch the whole thing
on video and listen in. Not really necessary but fun !
The young Japanese girl kept floating through my mind.....We'd both cum
and were just nibbling on each other, still going 69. Her tongue was snaking
down, licking my balls. I almost had to sit to reach her exposed cunt and
anus. While thinking I was done for a while at least...Unless I popped a
little "fuck" and I didn't want to do that...It would really put me behind
schedule. Yea ! Right ?! I wasn't too sure now as she was licking
underneath my balls and coming very close to my asshole while I reamed my
tongue into hers.
We'd rolled to our sides as my back was near breaking trying to keep my
mouth in her crotch. Her tongue was like a little worm working itself into my
anus and all of a sudden my cock started to harden as I ground it against her
chest. She had a hand on each of my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as she
reamed her tongue into my asshole. I was just about there and was getting
wild to fuck her hairless cunt. Maybe, even her ass.
I pulled her face away from my ass and guided my cock to her mouth. She
gobbled me up and started sucking while sliding a finger into my ass. I was
thrusting and my cock was hard, covered with her saliva. I attempted to roll
her on to her back but she resisted and finally straddled my body. She was
squatting over my stomach and lowered herself until her wet slit was rubbing
against my belly. My cock head kept running into her ass cheeks as she slid
back and forth. Her shins were covered with a very thin down of short, dark
hair and I was wild to get my cock into her.
As if sensing this, she put a hand on the back of the couch and pulled
herself up. I immediately grabbed my cock and raised it. She hovered over it
almost teasing me. I laughed. She giggled and then I was rubbing my cock
head against her slick, hairless slit. When I had my dick head situated in
between her lips, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my dick.
I watched as my shaft disappeared into her belly and my God ! She was
tight. He lips spread, almost grotesquely, as my pole slid into her. She was
bony, almost. My cock spread her lips so far I could see her clitoris right
up at the top of her slit. I reached for it and massaged it with my thumb.
She threw her head back and sat on my cock, burying my meat in her
belly...Oriental style...More like a squat.
She still had a hand on the back of the couch, the other was on my hip as
she started to squat up and down, allowing my cock to slide in and out of her
hairless pussy. Well, it wasn't totally hairless. She had a small triangle
of shadow up on her mons. It reminded me of the wispy goatees that some
Vietnamese men often wore. I was deep into lust and about ready to grab her
hips and fuck her until we both came when she leaned forward and put a hand on
my chest.
Her ass started raising and falling and while I couldn't view a thing, the
pleasure was exquisite. Her cunt so tight and wet, stroking my cock...Almost
like a hand job. Her dark hair fell around her face and swayed back and forth
as she worked me over. I started thrusting when she started breathing hard
and finally grabbed her hips, plowing my cock in and out of her. I was
chanting "fuck" over and over again and she was babbling some Japanese which
turned me on to no end. "Joe Cocker" made his appearance and I writhed below
her, spasming like a fool. My legs were jerking up off the couch like they
had a mind of their own and I know I lost situation awareness as when I
regained it my cock was soft as a noodle, lying on my stomach. She was lying
back against my knees, her legs still spread...A tunnel drilled into her cunt.
I definitely had to have more of this. I reached over for the bong and
torched it. "Aahh...How old did you say you were ?" Her hand covered her
mouth as she giggled and I thought I heard thirteen...Well, she may have been
older but I'm sure there was a "teen" in there some where.....
I fell asleep on the "Ocean Frolic" and didn't make it back to Erin's
until after sundown. Carol and I were leaving after dinner and moving into a
cheap motel down in Torrance Beach. Gary and Wanda were staying at the John
Wayne in Newport Beach. Tomorrow was "D" day, as I once told Mrs. Abernathy,
and while I hadn't called Rich yet...Kick off was set for zero eight hundred
tomorrow.
During dinner Erin told us that she had tried to get a hold of Rich two or
three times a day for a week but he'd never returned her calls. I told her to
try two more times tomorrow and then never call him again. As Carol and I
drove to our flea bitten motel she told me, "I talked to Erin about moving to
Las Vegas...I think it'd be a good move for her and that shyster, I had brief
the group the other night, would do just about anything to get in my pants...I
don't imagine he'd be much different with Erin although I didn't tell her
that..." I told her we'd talk about it after the sting.
Gary and Wanda arrived about zero nine-thirty. Gary couldn't get over how
great the hotel was and kept going on and on about it. I couldn't take my
eyes off Wanda. She looked utterly fantastic, low cut top...Her tits giggling
with every step, tight skirt and high heels, hair done up on top of her head.
I mean this lady looked like a model. We wired Gary with a mic as Carol and
Erin were going to tape the lunch from the van. I'd called Rich at eight and
told him I just got into town and would pick him up at eleven. He was
salivating.....
.....As Rich and I approached the table, Gary jumped to his feet in the
booth and bellowed out, "General...Great to see you again !" He was pumping
my hand and then I introduced him to Rich Clark. The four of us were seated
at the table and I said something about, "...too bad, Mrs. Clark isn't here."
Rich pulled out his cell phone and mumbled something about how he didn't know
Mrs. Flounder would be in attendance. It wasn't anything he said but the way
he looked at Wanda that made me want to rush out to the van and kiss Carol.
This guy was already thinking about boning Gary's wife but then so was half
the restaurant.
Rich said something about how Connie would be right down and then Gary
started piling on the bullshit about his business. He handed Rich one of his
business cards and then took it back to scribble a couple of names and numbers
on the back. Companies that had used his services. This morning Wanda had
told me how much Gary had prepped for this and it showed. He was polished but
just obnoxious enough that I actually believed he was who he was pretending to
be.
Connie showed up and looked like a small town, country girl compared to
Wanda. The two girls chatted while Gary and Rich threw bullshit at each
other. I picked at my salad to keep from laughing. Toward the end of the
lunch Gary looked over at Wanda and asked for his cell phone. Wanda looked
through her purse and couldn't find it. Shit ! They didn't own one. Gary
got a little pissed and said something like, "...women...Only good for one
thing." And then he started laughing that loud, obnoxious laugh of his. This
line was all Carol and it had the desired effect. Rich vacillated between
joining Gary's laughter and trying to show compassion for Wanda...After all he
just might get into the broad's pants. I had to bite my tongue.
"Here...Use mine." Rich passed his cell phone to Gary and he dialed a
number. Now, this was all Frank Malibu aka Frank Laguno. Frank knew of this
phone service that provided...Well, kind of a dead drop for phone connections.
It was expensive but if you provided them with a script, they'd pretty much
handle the whole thing.
The phone was ringing. While waiting, Gary held his hand over the phone
and told Rich and Connie, "Frank Laguno, legislative assistant for Diane
Fienstien...Does a lot of technology transfer...Knows the ins and outs...I use
him all the time. Those companies...Just a second...Frank Laguno please." A
thirty second pause. "Ok. Yea...Tell him that Gary Flounder called and he'd
better get his fat ass back from lunch by two or I'll call my congressman."
Gary laughed, real loud and obnoxious.
We shot the shit for a bit and at exactly two Gary told Rich to dial
again. Rich hit redial and in just a few seconds handed the phone to Gary. I
could hear the ending of the message we paid for. Rich was sold.
Gary's conversation lasted about five minutes and from this end you would
have thought these two were best buds. In reality Gary was talking to a dead
phone but who cared ? Towards the end..."...Yea ! We're staying at the John
Wayne...How about lunch tomorrow ?" A long pause. Gary put his hand over the
phone again and talked to Rich, "Can you and Connie make lunch at the John
Wayne tomorrow ? Rich's head was like a yo-yo going up and down. I bit my
tongue.....
.....I was standing in front of the men's room waiting for Gary and Rich.
Connie came out of the woman's room and walked over to me. "Where are you
staying ?" I looked at her like she was stoned. "Oh ! Come on, Willy. I
could have spilled the beans last week but I didn't. What more do you want ?
My husband hasn't talked about anything else all week and now the only thing
he can think of is getting into that cunt's pants. You've got him but if he
ever finds out he'll kill you...You know that, though...Don't you." The last
part was a statement not a question and she was right. I continued to stare
at her. "Willy, I want to pay you back for that night at the cabin. I should
have known...I should have given you...Well...I should have helped. I'm sorry
but I'm not that good at making up shit...I freaked out...I was fucking
stoned...What more can I say ?" I gave her the name of the motel, where
Carol and I were staying.
***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****
Connie's husband hardly paid any attention to me after we left the
restaurant. He'd gotten everything out of me he could and was all over Gary
and Wanda as they walked toward their car. Connie and Rich left immediately
and now I was alone. The van pulled up and I got in. Erin sat on my lap and
said something...Wondering if the general was horny ? I was already thinking
about boning Connie and wasn't paying any attention.
I left the girls at Erin's and told them I had some shit to do...Would
pick them up later in the afternoon. Carol was very quiet. I was in the
motel room, packing up our shit when the knock came at the door. I was
dressed in shorts and a "T" shirt and was considering doing a little surfing
this afternoon...After fucking Connie Clark's brains out and before picking up
the girls and heading to my parents for the night.
"Oh ! I must have the wrong room...I'm looking for general Moore." I
laughed and dragged her into the room. My cock was already hard as I took my
magic pill immediately after leaving the girls. We were on the bed rolling
around. She was wearing a skirt and blouse...The blouse already half open,
her bra encased tits clearly visible. I could see her nipples making bumps in
the material and I was wild. I sat on her middle and tore the blouse the rest
of the way open. I pushed the bra up around her neck and now her tits jiggled
as I pulled my hard cock out of the leg of my shorts.
"Suck it, Connie." She did. Taking it whole in her mouth. I was doing
pushups over her face as her hungry mouth gobbled me up. My first orgasm
swept through my body causing me to dance above her. Her eyes were open,
clouded with lust, wicked looking. I forced my cock all the way into her
mouth feeling her lips spread wide, my cock head against the back of her
throat. My spasms subsided a bit but I kept fucking her face only stopping
when she pushed me off of her, coughing up a large amount of saliva and
spittle...All over her chin and upper chest.
I was at the hem of her skirt and up it came. I grabbed the crotch of her
panties and ripped them aside as I mounted her. Her legs were around me and
her warmth enveloped me. I started fucking and didn't stop until I couldn't
move, my thighs and back aching...So much for surfing this afternoon. Connie
was screaming and I was positive anyone who happened to be in the parking area
could hear us. She was hardly tight but wetter than shit, my cock slicing in
and out of her non-stop for over a half an hour. When I finally got to my
feet between her legs I could see her shaved cunt gapping, her panties soiled
with her cunt butter.
"Get on you knees, baby." She rolled over and I yanked the skirt up above
her waist...Her cunt lips hanging out of her crotch, grotesquely. Her asshole
was visible with just a few long, scraggly hairs growing around it. I pushed
my cock against it and she almost screamed, "My ass...Fuck my ass...Stud !
Fuck my asssssss !" That trailed off as I forced my cock into her bowels.
She was dry and I could feel every ripple of her anal passage scrape along the
shaft of my cock. I started fucking again and didn't stop until I was soft
and couldn't force my cock back into her asshole.
I rolled her over, my legs almost shaking and pulled her by her hair until
she was sitting. "Clean me off, honey." She started licking and nibbling on
my cock. Her eyes on mine wondering if I was going to get hard again. I
wasn't and after she licked my cock clean, I stepped away from her.
She was a mess. There were sweat stains all over her blouse, especially
under her arms. Her breasts were raw, her nipples flaccid. I couldn't see
her cunt but remembered the way her asshole looked after I quit fucking her.
A raw hole in meat between her ass cheeks, red and swollen...It wasn't going
to close for quite a while. My cock was back in my shorts. Her eyes were
slits. I was almost afraid she wanted more.
"God ! Damn ! Willy Tamarack...You're a one man gang bang. Did I cause
that or are you taking that Viagra shit ?"
"You always affect me like that, Connie. You know that...That's what got
us into this fix..."
She fixed herself as best she could, kissed me good-by, then slipped
through the door on the way to her car. She didn't recognize the tan mercedes
but when the door opened, she stopped. The gun pointing at her stomach was
really what made her stop. When it motioned her into the back of the
mercedes, she complied. The mercedes moved away and Connie felt uneasy.
"Well...Well...Fancy meeting you here." There was a look of bewilderment
on Connie's face. "We're going to go for a drive, Connie, and I'm going to
tell your future." They were at a stop light. The blonde was driving, the
brunette pointing a gun in her face. Connie was scared shitless.
"Listen up...My old dear, dear friend, Connie...Oh ! You do remember us,
don't you ?" A pause. Connie could hardly remember the night they brought
the brunette to the cabin. It was dark most of the time and the woman was so
fucked up, they just took her to the bedroom and started fucking her and
fucking her. Connie remembered joining them and eating the cum out of the
woman's cunt after one of the guys fucked her. It was the first time Rich
ever let her fuck a black man. She remembered loving it. Loving how it
turned her husband on to share her with a black stud...She'd still
occasionally party with his driver. Maybe two or three times...Rich was
always there to pound her senseless.
"Carol Whitouski...The blonde, driving, is Erin O'Connel. Remember her ?
Your husband did the same to her that he did to me. He didn't invite you did
he ? You end up liking it too much, don't you ?"
Connie was silent. "Ok...Your silence speaks loud enough. In a couple of
months, well after your husband realizes he's been fucked and hasn't the
foggiest idea who did it. You fly up to 'Vegas. Just you and me. I'll throw
you a party like you won't believe. Make what you've done with your old man
look like a high school prom. You game ?"
Again, Connie was silent. "About ten to start...All nationalities. We'll
fuck and suck 'em off until they can't get hard any more...Maybe take us ten
twelve hours...Them we send the video to Willy and Rich. I'm bettin' you're
out on your ass in less than a week. Then, when you get really hardup...And
I'm sure you will. Not many going to hire a woman with your reputation...You
know you're going to be broke very soon...Even if you've been milking him a
little. Give me a call and I'll put in a good word for you with Willy."
Carol was putting the gun away. "Well, what do you say ? Willy gets his
girl. Rich thinks good riddance...The old fool can have her...Doesn't bother
anyone anymore because Willy wasn't involved. Come on now...We're going to be
rather well off and I bet I can get you a job as a cocktail waitress. They
make bank in 'Vegas...Especially if they party a little. Boy ! I could use
some of that action."
Erin, so intent on driving and listening, didn't see the gun until Carol
put it away. "Fuck ! Carol...What the shit are you doing with that ?"
Carol paid her no mind. "It'd be after I marry him of course...That
wouldn't be fair, you married and me, not. Come on, you're hot for it, I can
tell...Able to fuck around a little and still have some steady friends. Erin
and me...We'll keep a real good eye on you."
Connie nodded her head. "Out loud, honey. I've got a witness...And we
both have very long memories. If Willy goes...You've got twenty-four hours to
live."
"Fuck ! Carol...Do you realize what you just did ?"
"Erin stop at the first bar you can find. We need to celebrate our new
friendship."
***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****
I never did figure out where the girls went that afternoon but was much
too busy with the sting to let it bother me. Shit ! They were free, white
but in Carol's case that mattered little and I'm sure Erin's going to pick up
that trait...Anyway...You get the picture.....
.....The three of us were sitting in the back of the van listening to the
luncheon. Gary was wired again. All the bullshit was over...Just Frank and
the two men, Wanda took Connie to the physical fitness area for a sauna. I
imagined what was going to happen in there ? I knew...Wanda was going to come
on to Connie.....
Mean while, back at the table...
"...How much is this contribution going to have to be to ensure that Clark
gets on the preferred exporter list ?"
Frank was quick. "Five hundred thousand..." The gasp from across the
table was like a wind tunnel. Sweat beaded up on my forehead. My under arms
felt clammy. The van was hot.
Finally..."Fuck...You've got to be kidding me ?"
"Sorry...It's an election year...A big field to choose from...Only the
very special get invited...Take it or leave it..." Frank was up and walking
away from the table when Vicky showed up wearing a thong. She had an almost
see through wrap on and you could damn near see everything...High heels...The
works. I could barely hear her little girl voice asking Frank if they could
go up to the room and get stoned.
Frank called back to Rich. "Hey ! Why don't you sleep on it and come
down to party on the boat tomorrow ? You and Wanda are coming aren't you ?"
"We wouldn't miss it for the world...You know that. A large one ?"
"Well...No...I don't think so. Just the six of us...should be fun...Bring
the money if you're interested, Rich. Either way you and Connie are invited."
The sound went mute. I was holding my breath...Five hundred g's...Fucking
"A," who came up with that number ? I looked over at Carol.
"Hey ! If you're going to burn'em...Make 'em hurt. He won't miss it.
You told me yourself that the company is making money hand over fist...Fuck
him. He shouldn't have fucked with us again...Just hang on another day and
night and we're in like Flynn."
I hoped she was right !!??
The three of us were in the boat, the next afternoon. It had a name but I
couldn't remember. Gary was fucking with one of the cameras in the main
cabin. "...Hey ! Wanda...You really think this is going to work ?"
Her voice was loud and clear and when Gary moved away from the camera, I
could see her across the room. I zoomed out and Gary came into view. "Carol
says that's great...And sure, I think it is. And if it doesn't, none of us
are out anything except the dough that Willy put up front. Shit ! Carol says
he's loaded..." She droned on and on about the drug bust money. Erin and I
stared at Carol.
"Hey ! They're our best friends, fool !" She was whispering. She didn't
have to, nobody could hear us. I laughed and lit up a joint. Before I got it
going, I heard Carol whispering..."They're coming !" She was excited and the
boat got warmer.
Frank was shooting from the bridge, through the pilot's screen. I zoomed
in and could see them coming down the dock. Frank twirled the camera around,
pointing it toward, Vicky. Carol spoke into the phone and then hung up. Game
Time.
Rich was wearing a sports coat and slacks. Connie a cocktail dress. I
was as hard as rock anticipating the orgy I was going to film. Wanda told us
that Connie ate her for half an hour in the sauna...Was so sloppy when she was
done that Wanda got her off in about ten minutes in the shower. While I
couldn't move the cameras, I could zoom in and out. Both couples knew right
where to start the action. Rich down stairs and Connie up stairs.
"...could make it." Frank was calling to them from the bridge. They
entered the view finder and I zoomed in on their faces. Oh ! This was
fucking great !
Gary and Wanda came up stairs and now it was just a gobbly gook of noise.
I sat back and waited. Shortly...Frank and Rich separated from the group and
went down stairs. Carol got up and put on her wig, getting ready to leave. I
zoomed in and caught the following:
"Hey ! Buddy...I'm in." He was drawing a thick envelope out of his
jacket pocket. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
Frank took the envelope and went to a safe in the cabin. He twiddled with
the combination and opened it. He took out a sheaf of papers and put the
money in the safe. "Read these early next week...Make any changes you
want...And then call me. Fax me the papers and I'll review them. In about
two weeks you'll get a sheaf of paper work from customs. Fill it out and send
it back...Then you start making a killing."
Rich's head was bobbing up and down like a guy in an apple dunk contest.
I was laughing my ass off. "Now...Let's get up stairs and get the ladies
stripped down to their bathing suits and smoke some dope. You and Connie are
players...Am I right ? Gary figured it, but wasn't sure...Takes me a little
longer and I like the direct approach. I'm dying to get my cock in your
wife's mouth. Wanda says she gives terrific head. Vicky can hardly wait."
Frank was heading up the stairs and Rich was right behind him.
Erin and I watched as Carol came into view, opened the safe and took out
the envelope. She opened the envelope and took out some money, fanning it out
for us. I started laughing and kissed Erin. "Erin...I want you to marry me.
Ok ? Come to Nevada with us...Live with Carol or me, if you like. It'll all
work out. I'm going to marry Carol, too."
"Oh ! Willy, you're so silly but I might move to Las Vegas ?" She was
pulling her blouse apart, her tits were bare. I could see the perspiration on
them. I started pulling my "T" shirt off. We were kissing when Carol entered
the boat.
"Oh ! Willy, honey...Lookie what I got." I reached for the envelope and
ran my hand over the bills. "Now...You get in the van, high-tail it back home
and hide that money where ever it is you hid the rest of the drug bust shit.
I'll be home early tomorrow, after I put Erin on a plane to Washington D.C.
for a sub-committee on organized crime. Right, Erin ?"
"Aha...Yea...Gone for three weeks and after that I've got two weeks
vacation and that's considered notice around here. I'm coming to live with
you, Willy !" I breathed easier. I was about to go back to kissing Erin but
Carol was pulling me up by the waist band of my shorts.
"Erin and I found you a little surprise. Young lady wants to go see the
bright lights of 'Vegas. You've got to pick her up before six and it's five
now. She has no idea what's she's in for, does she lover ?" I shook my head
back and forth as I pulled my "T" shirt back on. I took the envelope and
stuck it in my waist. She told me where to pick up the girl. An amusement
park in Santa Monica. I could just make it.
Carol walked me out to the van with me. I kissed her. "Hey ! Carol, how
about you and I getting married ?" I whispered in her hair.
Carol leaned away from me and said, "And what about Erin ?"
"I asked her a little while ago...Aaah...You pissed ?" She was shaking
her head back and forth and then kissed me. I backed away. "See you in
'Vegas...No real nasty stuff, promise ? Hey ! What's this girl going to
'Vegas for and how old is she ?"
"Doesn't like the home life and would graduate next Spring...If she
attends school this Fall. Keep her around until I get home...In a day or two.
The girl's name is Crystal. I promise I'll film everything...Every depravity.
Ok !"
I wasn't sure whether she was talking about down here or up there. Carol
told me the girl was going to stay with a friend. Maybe...Just maybe, I could
get them both interested. A plan was forming as I pulled into the amusement
park. She was going to be riding the ferris wheel between five and six. It
was a quarter to six. There were a lot of people riding the ferris wheel.
Fuck ! I'd never find her. I was wearing my surfboard jacket just like Carol
told me. "Just make yourself seen, Willy. Erin, Connie and I made this real
easy for you. Hardly worth the effort." Connie ??!! I must have heard her
wrong ?!
I wandered around and at six-fifteen started to leave the area. I turned
when she tugged on my jacket. I'd seen her several times in the last thirty
minutes. She'd been following me, almost. "Are you Willy ?" I nodded but
kept walking. She looked older than I thought she would look but was darling.
Long brown hair down past her shoulders. It made her look young. Without it,
she'd look eighteen or nineteen. She told me to hold up and I wandered around
until she got her bag. It was like, a Nike bag. Off we went.
She was in the van. Sitting as close to the door as possible. "How'd you
find out I was driving to 'Vegas ?"
"Found it on a bulletin board...You know...Computers ?" She thought I was
illiterate.
***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****
I had just turned off the main road and was bumping along the first eighth
of a mile to the cabin. I'd left this part real fucked up and Carol was
starting to refuse to drive it in the Camery. She looked scared. "Hey !
Mister, where are we ?"
She'd slept since we'd finished the second bowl. She knew her dope and
thought it was just about the best she'd ever had. I told her to climb in
back and stretch out but she didn't. There was fear in her voice.
"We're at the cabin. I thought you wanted some dope ?" She looked at me
strangely. She was still stoned. I was racing along the good part of the
road and could see the silhouette of the cabin in the light from the quarter
moon. I turned off the lights and engine, coasting right into the spot below
the decking. I hoped out and opened the sliding door, took out my bag and
headed up the stairs. "Lock up the van...Will you ?"
It was cool and I had a fire going before she finally walked up the
stairs. "Hey ! I thought you were going to drive me to 'Vegas ?"
I pointed toward the lit up sky in the distance. "That's 'Vegas." She
was quiet for a while. The cabin was already getting warm. I walked over and
turned off the lights. I turned on the hot tub pump and the light.
"You hungry ? There's all kind of shit in the kitchen...Mostly healthy
shit ! Though..." I was hittin' on the bong again and held it out to her.
"I'll take your stuff up to the loft. The shower is in the bedroom down
stairs. Freshen up if you want...I've got some shit to do around here and
should be back in about five...Ten minutes." I wandered up the stairs to the
loft and placed her bag on the top stair...Then wandered outside to make sure
the van was locked. I left her with the bong.
When I entered the cabin again she was gone and the bedroom door was
closed. I could hear the shower running. It was going to be cold as I just
turned up the hot water heater. I called into the bedroom. I got no
response. She either couldn't hear me or choose to ignore me. I headed out
to the hot tub, stripped down and slid in. I was smoking a joint when she
showed up on the door to the bedroom. She had the same clothes on and giggled
a little before telling me. "The water's colder than crazy and I forgot my
clothes." She traipsed across the room and up the stairs. I floated to the
far side of the hot tub and was sure that she could see me naked from the
landing. She was staring at me. I smiled.
I was dressed and detaching the pollen heavy buds of my first harvest.
I'd picked up a hand full out of the cooker down stairs. It was an old
converted toaster, turned down real low. It could dry out bud in three days.
Well, today was...Shit ! I don't know. She was on her way up stairs when she
noticed what I was doing. She dropped her bag and came to watch.
"Is that dope ?"
"What's it look like ?" I smiled at her. I packed the bong and torched
it. We passed it back and forth in silence. "You save a long while for this
trip ?"
She nodded her head. "You can stay here if you want..For a few days to
save some bucks ? Las Vegas is an expensive place." God ! I was fucked up.
She had to be in the ozone layer.
"How much you got, Crystal ?"
"A couple of hundred ?" As if asking my approval.
"If your friend has the same...I guess you're ok ?" A long pause. "I'm
going into town tomorrow and can drop you off where ever you want. I'll be
leaving town about four and can give you a lift back up here if you want. She
was wearing a pair of shorts and a very large "T" shirt.
She paused a long time and I changed the subject on her. "Here...It's
yours. I figure about three ounces. Sell half of it...Let's say...sixty an
eighth...Aaah...Say...a grand and we're even. Give you a good cushion on your
savings." Her eyes were wide. "Or...I'm an amateur photographer and would
love to get some shots of you...Tell you what...Do a shoot with me and it's
yours for nothing...Your friend too...the same amount..." I stopped talking
and wandered to the stove for some soup. We ate in silence.
She was chewing some bread when she asked, "Nude ?" I nodded. She
smiled. I went to get the camera ready. I laughed softly all the way to the
bedroom. She followed in a few minutes. Shit ! The camera didn't even have
any film in it but the flash worked and the videos were rolling.
"I usually get a hardon while I'm shooting...Don't pay any attention to
it...Ok ?"
She sat on the bed, looking right into the camera. "Pull the "T" shirt
off, Crystal." Up it came. She was wearing a white bra and it looked like
she had about tennis ball size tits. I pretended to snap away all the while,
my cock was getting harder. She was sneaking peaks at it. I flexed it and
kept snapping. "Take off the shorts." She was down to her underwear. Her
long, brown hair almost concealing her bra straps.
I went in for some close ups. My cock was tenting my jeans and she was
staring right at it. "Turn around." She did and I reached forward and
unsnapped her bra. She looked back over her shoulder at me and let it fall in
her lap. There was a dark shadow at her crotch and I was anxious to see how
hairy her bush was. "The panties." She slid them down her legs with her back
to me and I got on the bed and started shooting over her head and into her
crotch. I could catch the swell of her breasts, too...Her areolae and nipples
all crinkly and brown...Small little things. Her pussy appeared to be nice
and hairy. I pulled my shirt off and threw it over in the corner.
The camera was lying on the bed. The tri-pod looked grotesque hanging off
over the edge. I shucked my jeans and then picked up the camera. My cock was
heavy and bouncing around in my groin as I moved about the bed, snapping away.
I coaxed her on to her back and her legs spread. I put down the camera and
torched up the bowl again.
"Piece of cake..." She laughed and glanced down at my cock.
"Are you always...Does it stay hard like this all night ?" I laughed and
nodded my head. She giggled and then I leaned over and kissed her. My tongue
slid into her mouth and searched out her's. We frenched wildly, saliva
dribbling from the corners of our mouths. My hands massaged her tits as I
pulled her down with me. Her nipples were hard and I pinched them. My mouth
found them next and she was moaning. Her pussy was wet and open. I fingered
her and then rolled between her legs. They surrounded my middle as my cock
slipped into her. She moaned louder and I was fucking her, her hands on my
ass. I was raised up on my arms watching her tits bob around on her chest. I
fucked her faster and watched her face contort in lust as she lost her
cookies. Her feet beat against my ass and back and still I kept fucking her,
long deep strokes.
"Aaaagh...Aaaagh...Aaagh..." Every time I filled her she grunted or
groaned. I was fucking her as fast as I could. Her cunt was slippery wet and
she was starting to sweat. I could see beads of perspiration forming on her
forehead. She arched her back and I collapsed on top of her. She kept
wiggling for a while with my hard cock buried in her belly. My cock kept
twitching...Oh ! This was good !
***** EPILOGUE *****
Carol had tried to get a hold of Willy several times. She couldn't reach
him at either the cabin or the condo. The phone just rang and rang. Where
could the fool be ? The cab pulled up in front of the condo and upon
entering, she immediately smelled the heavy aroma of marijuana. She found him
sitting at the breakfast room table. He looked up, his eyes slits. On the
table in front of him were stacks and stacks of hundred dollar bills.
"Have fun, hon ?" When she nodded, he continued. "Aah...You think we
ought to split it three ways or seven ways ?"
Carol paused at the question, slowly taking off her blouse. "Seven...That
way we get more and after all it was our idea and your money that set it up."
She was down to her panty hose. She wasn't sure Willy noticed as he was back
to counting money again.....
Rich Clark got the Laguno forms filled out Monday morning and into the
mail by noon. He was proud of his accomplishment as he couldn't get his mind
off the two broads who damn near fucked him to death on that yacht Saturday
afternoon and evening. God ! Did those women have bodies !! The older one
reminded him of Connie, tits the size of watermelons, and the young one of
some of the young stuff he'd sampled over the years. Now the worst part;
waiting for the customs forms. He called Laguno's office Monday afternoon and
told his secretary that the forms were in the mail. She offered that she'd
tell Mr. Laguno as soon as he returned from Washington.
Ten days went by...Rich Clark had been on the phone all morning. First,
he called Frank Laguno. The operator kept telling him the number was out of
service. He tried calling Gary Flounder next and got the same message. While
panic was not far away, Rich consoled himself with the fact that just two
weeks ago he'd talked to two CEOs who had used Gary's services in the past.
Both men praised Gary's work. Both were very happy with the results and their
relationship with Flounder Management.
Two weeks had also gone by since he'd paid the Laguno man five hundred
thousand dollars of company money. Shit ! How was he going to explain that
to the board of directors. He dialed the executive of one of the companies
he'd talked to two weeks ago. When the "number was out of service" message
settled into his brain, full panic settled into his body. His stomach cramped
up and a bile taste rose up in his throat.
Twenty minutes later he was on the phone to Senator Diane Finestien's
office. He was losing it, arguing with the woman on the phone...Insisting
that there was a Frank Laguno working for The Honorable Senator from
California. He was yelling into the phone and only stopped when he realized
that he was hearing nothing but dial tone.
Connie entered the office, immediately realizing that Rich finally figured
it out. All he'd talked about since the afternoon on the yacht was technology
transfer...Was going to make them richer than they ever imagined possible.
She stood at the door, looking at his pasty white face. Sweat was
actually dribbling down his cheeks as he yelled into the phone. She wondered
if she should call Carol ? Nah ! That would be real stupid...Stupider than
what her husband had done.
She was looking forward to the weekend in Las Vegas. Already made the
reservations. Hadn't even talked to Rich about it, yet...He'd be too busy
fending off the board of directors. Jesus ! If Carol knew a lot of guys like
those two on the yacht...She was going to have a very good time in 'Vegas...A
very good time indeed.
end
!!! COMING SOON !!!
*** "Wedding Bells" ***
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