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Makin' Movies 
By Frederick T. (1999 address defunct)

***

Carol got the idea from Vicky. She ws spending 
a lot of time with her. One day Carol tells me 
about this friend of Vicky's. Her husband arranged for
her to be mock raped by three guys on her 
fortieth birthday. Carol wanted a boy's basketball 
team. (MF+/fm+ ped, intr, oral, anal, gb, drugs,
orgy)

***


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... 

The slacks were gray. The socks were plaid. The shoes, 
penny loafers. The guy's fly was open and a woman was 
sucking his cock. He was just normal size but was 
really fucking the woman's face. She was about twenty-
one, maybe two. Real dark hair that cascaded down 
around her face, almost resting on her shoulders. She 
looked a little heavy but then only her face was 
showing. Her eyes were closed as her lips were being 
dragged back and forth on the cock in her mouth. Her 
lip stick was a bright red, a dark, bright red. She was 
sucking the guy's brains out.

He took his hands off her head and reached for her 
tits. The camera panned out a bit and now you could see 
his hands, working on the zipper at the back of her 
dress. Down it came, exposing a large, wide, white 
skinned back. The guy immediately grabbed the black bra 
strap and fiddled with it a bit. It finally came un-
done. He was pulling the shoulders of her dress off. 
Her tits were huge, pillows of breast meat with tiny 
dark areole and nipples about the size of pencil 
erasures On second look, her areole were probably three 
inches across but the size of the tits made them look 
small.

He was palming them now, occasionally rolling her 
nipples with his fingers. He rasped out. "Let me 
fuck'em." The woman leaned back and forced her huge 
udders together. He squatted a bit and poked his cock 
up between her tits. You never saw his cock again. It 
fucking disappeared. He was really moving it, though. 
The woman was being pushed back and forth by his 
thrusting. You could just see her chin and lipstick 
covered lips, her dress and bra straps down around the 
middle of her upper arms.

"Oooh! God! I'm cumming! Suck it!" He croaked out. The 
young woman let her tits fall apart but too late. The 
first shot spurted out of his cock head and landed on a 
part of her dress.

Hard to tell from this angle where it hit. The 
projectionist switched monitors and rewound. He looked 
at the scene from another perspective. Yea! This one 
was better. Her mouth was back on his cock and she was 
sucking on his softening cock.

When the woman finished, the guy stuffed his soft 
pecker back in his slacks. He didn't bother helping her 
up. She was busy putting her tits back into her bra and 
dress. "Same time next week, Mr. President?" The guy 
laughed and mumbled something then turned and left. The 
young lady got to her feet, ran a comb through her hair 
and then looked at it with one of those little compact 
mirrors. She left the scene and the camera zoomed in on 
the seal of the President of the United States. A small 
blob of semen was resting at about the three o'clock 
position. The projectionist sat back and pressed 
reverse. He wanted to see how it looked from beginning 
to end without getting lost in the cutting and pasting.

Sometimes you think you got it right but when you watch 
the whole thing, it looks like shit. He torched up a 
joint. I figured this was going to bring him about a 
hundred grand. The actors were amateurs and hardly knew 
they were being taped. The cum shot had to be done 
three times but that wasn't usually a problem now that 
he figured out how to stretch them a bit. An eighth of 
what he used in the beginning. And they're hard as 
steel, for about an hour... And cum by the bucketful's.

He pressed "PLAY" and watched the President of the 
United States take a phone call. The President quickly 
got up and headed toward the camera. The camera panned 
the room, finally locating them in a vestibule. It 
zoomed in as the young lady went to her knees. This was 
going to be fucking great! It actually looked like the 
oval office. It'd taken some bread to build but was 
worth every penny.

The man looked up and standing next to him, with a hand 
on his shoulder, was the grim reaper. "Looks good, 
buddy, looks real good."


CHAPTER ONE
***********

I sat watching T.V. The Clinton Impeachment Hearings... 
I was rolling a joint. Time out from editing. Some of 
these things could take days to do. I always felt they 
were better when I was fucking stoned as shit but 
sometimes Carol and Erin disagreed. Some representative 
was going on and on about Bill Clinton, The President 
of the United States. I listened for a few moments, 
figured the guy had his head up his ass and then 
torched up the joint.

You know... With a few changes, Bill could have had it 
made. As good as he is with people, he could have made 
a killing in 'Nam. Hey! It was a people's war. Towards 
the end... No one was in charge... Many of us were 
checking six, making sure we weren't the last one to 
buy the farm. I was sometimes the same way... Who 
wouldn't admit that they didn't want to be the last 
mother fucker to die in Nam? Who wanted to sacrifice 
all for those not sacrificing at home?

Anyway, then he could have inhaled with pride, daring 
someone to throw the first stone. And the women thing, 
Shit! Did many say a word about Kennedy, the war hero. 
And even now, the only reason people are talking about 
him is because of Clinton! And Thomas Jefferson... Give 
me a fucking break!

Anyway, Bill aligned himself with the anti-war 
faction... Not a bad move. The real faction, not the 
leaders but the faceless masses who accomplished so 
much to change the face of the nation. Ended the draft, 
shrunk our involvement in the war to just about zero 
and in the process smoked lots of dope and fucked 
around a lot. Probably more significant... Changed the 
sexual mores and politics of the United States more 
than any event in history.

Guy goes to war for a year in 'Nam, leaves his family, 
brother, sister, wife, honey, past girl friend and most 
important his male friends, those he's really bonded 
with... Comes home and finds a whole new world. Their 
attitudes radically changed on a number of issues... 
Sex, drugs, career aspirations. He feels left out, 
can't catch up... Probably happened a number of times 
during the 60's. No parades... No kissing lovelies. 
Everyone is out making their way but he's kind of left 
behind... Two or three years of his life gone... Many 
shrugged it off and made up the time... Many didn't. 
But, I digress.

Back to Bill.

Nothing but a politician all his life and yet his net 
worth keeps going up... How does he manage to do that? 
Public service is not supposed to make you richer... I 
think that's what got him in trouble but never mind... 
Just about all U.S. males should be indebted to Bill 
for his deeds or misdeeds. For the last ten years or so 
men have been on the defensive. The slightest remark 
could get you in hot water, in the office. At the 
company picnic... Just about any place where men were 
in competition with women. There seemed to be no let up 
in the risk... You might say something that would 
offend. Make a pass at a lady and the next thing you 
knew she was complaining about some sly remark that 
rolled off your lips. She was offended and you were out 
of a job or promotion.

Oh! It probably wasn't that bad. The press, I'm sure, 
had a lot to do with building up those events just like 
they swarmed Clinton on the cunt thing. The fuckers 
didn't have the balls to admit they fucked up on the 
Jennifer Flower's story. She was a nobody... A cabaret 
singer... Well, assholes, that's who he hits on. He 
wasn't stupid! Nobody in their right mind hits on an 
educated woman... A lawyer, a doctor... Those women are 
professionals, have connections. Maybe, feminists. 
Feminists seemed to want little to do with the average, 
common women, who works an eight hour shift along side 
her male counterpart. Yea! Every once and a while 
they'd champion the cause of a common woman but most of 
the press covered the Anita Hill's and the poor women 
Bob Packwood molested.

Shit! The press let their liberal drawers hang out of 
their pants for so long... And then when Monica 
Lewinsky showed up... Paid Clinton back in spades for 
their shitty, fucking reporting in the first place.

I was rather shielded from all of it in the service. 
Not too much of a chance that Sgt. Whitouski would make 
too much of a sly remark or an off color joke... And 
for the most part, those were the women I served with 
in the early years. Officer or enlisted, it made no 
difference... Sharp, confident, good looking and most 
of all competent. They got the job done. Whatever it 
was. You worked hard and played hard. Places like 
Kunsan. Osan. Clark. Yokota. Kadena. I once heard that 
you ran twice the risk of getting the clap from a Clark 
AB wife than from a local girl downtown... Anyway... 
Not many complaints out there... But I digress... The 
Bill Clinton defense will now wash all those sins away. 
You can lie about sex and get away with it. All your 
life! It's a personal matter... None of your 
business... Even in the office... I mean... The Oval 
Office, now! What a concept!


CHAPTER TWO
***********

I looked for the box and slid the video into it's 
container. The representative droned on and on. Jesus! 
I'd been working on this for weeks. Four cameras now 
bracketed the bed in the small cabin bedroom. They were 
not very conspicuous and if you searched, you could 
find them. Most people in the bedroom never had the 
desire to search around. They were usually too busy... 
Well... I'm not sure busy is the right word. That was 
movie number one... That was a busy video. Carol and a 
high school boy's basketball team.

Carol got the idea from Vicky, I think... Was spending 
a lot of time with her. Lunch... Shopping... Drinks. 
One day Carol comes up to the cabin a day early and 
tells me about this friend of Vicky's... Her husband 
arranged for her to be mock raped by three guys on her 
fortieth birthday. Carol wanted a boy's basketball 
team. I assumed she meant five black guys but the 
basketball team idea was pretty nifty. I sent out some 
feelers but wasn't close to scoring until I found an 
article in the paper about one of those high school 
boy's basketball tournaments. A pre-season thing... 
Looked to be the perfect place to score my love's 
desires.

I was settled at the hotel and waiting for two o'clock. 
I was to be sitting out by pool number three and 
wearing a Hawaiian shirt, I looked like a fucking 
tourist. Should be stripped down and catching rays. 
Legions of young men of all colors moved back and forth 
in front of me. A large group was approaching. A young 
kid ran ahead and tripped over the lounge chair next to 
me. He almost sprawled across my chair, then was up and 
gone. After the crowd surged by, I found what looked 
like a cocktail napkin stuck in the webbing of the 
chair. On it was written "2165." I was not familiar 
with that room number. I hoped it was in this hotel.

I remained sitting, reading a book and only left after 
the pool area was deserted. I ambled off toward the 
lobby. Keeping my head on a swivel... Not noticeable 
but I didn't miss much. I'd been practicing. There was 
one of those room maps at the entrance.

The guy was huge... Well, tall anyway... About six-six. 
Fuck! He dwarfed me. I sat on the bed. He looked like a 
gangster... Baggy jeans... Wife beater "T" shirt. I was 
sure I was letting stereotypes get the better of me. On 
the other hand, maybe this was a stupid idea? Maybe, 
Carol was right? I should start carrying a gun. All the 
air force ever trained me to do was escape and evade. I 
thought I'd used that training rather well in the 
past... But it's hard to escape and evade when you're 
locked in a room with a guy!

Anyway, what's this fucker going to do... Shoot me?! I 
kind of doubt it. He wanted to get laid. The furthest 
thing from his mind was shooting me. He looked anxious, 
paced the room while I sat on the bed. He finally 
blurted out. "Your add... A no shit real add?!"

I followed up with, "You're not with any type of law 
enforcement are you? Or maybe doing a favor for some 
law enforcement types... Are you?" The guy tells me 
he'll ask the questions. I get up and head to the door. 
He beats me there and blocks my way.

"Maybe, I was a little edgy there. How about sitting 
down and I'll let you explain the thing... And no! I 
have no connection at all to any type of law 
enforcement and I want it to stay that way. Can you 
make me feel good about that?"

I broke out in a big smile and dragged a joint out of 
my pocket. I held it up for him to see. He nodded. I 
lit it and passed it to him. He sat down in a chair 
across from the bed and I began. He had a big smile on 
his face when I finished.

He stared into my eyes. "They have to be from the same 
team?"

"Nah, all-stars are ok." He seemed to think that over 
while taking a huge hit off the joint.

"Fuck! This dope is mother fuckin' bad." I laughed. He 
joined me.

"They'll be plenty of that for the whole team. You 
don't mind if I video... Do you?" He was taking another 
hit.

His eyes opened wide at the mention of video. "You mean 
like TV?" I nodded and he thought about that for a few 
seconds. "Any rules? Like, things we can't do? Shit 
like that."

"Once she figures it out, I think you'll find her 
pretty cooperative. Enthusiastic is probably a better 
description... But, I don't want her harmed. No beating 
the shit out of her. The three major sports are ok... "

He seemed puzzled. "She loves it in the ass. And of 
course oral and regular intercourse." He smiled a very 
bright, white smile.

"The guys I was thinking of are rather..." He paused.

"Hung?" I filled in the blank and continued. "She likes 
large cocks... The bigger the better."

He smiled and went to the phone. I could hardly hear 
him but was able to pick up a couple of words... "Yea!" 
and "Cool" was about it.

I was in my car and about a mile away before I started 
feeling good about it. J.J. kept telling me that back 
East I'd have been deluged by now. J.J. and I often had 
silly little arguments about the East versus the West. 
Anyway it's all set... Next Friday night at the cabin, 
dressed in colors. I was getting hard thinking about 
it... No heavy force or hitting her. I was scared about 
that part... No way I could hold off five high school 
kids. J.J. assured me it'd be cool! That should have 
warned me right off. Some force was protecting me, 
maybe?? But who?? Maybe Carol's mysterious phone 
calls??

After a week of farming, I left the cabin Friday at two 
and picked up the team at a 7-11 in North Las Vegas. 
They were pretty handsome guys and I was sure Carol was 
going to have the time of her life. Three of the guys 
were well over six-six or so but two of them were 
rather small in my estimation... Not any taller than I 
am. They were all sitting in the back of the van, 
smoking their brains out. From the compliments coming 
over the seat, they were very impressed with the 
reefer. Soon they were laughing and giggling.

We were parked down the street waiting for Carol to 
leave work and head for the cabin. This was the tricky 
part as sometimes she told me she was coming up but 
then sometimes she didn't make it. Erin was in 
California, visiting her sisters.

I saw Carol walk through the parking lot and get into 
her car. My heart started to beat faster. I followed at 
a conservative distance. The sun was going down. I 
breathed a little easier when she got on 95 and dropped 
a little further behind her. The van was filled with 
marijuana smoke. I was stoned and I hadn't even had a 
joint, yet. I torched up one of my cigars and told the 
team it wouldn't be long now.

I could barely see her turn off the highway and head 
for the cabin. I doused the lights and coasted down the 
dirt road. The team was stoked and again I whispered my 
instructions. I was sure I was wasting my time as I 
could hardly remember what I wanted them to do. The 
lights in the cabin were on and I imagined Carol 
changing in the bedroom, wondering what the kneeler was 
for?


CHAPTER THREE 
*************

All five of them piled out of the van but only two 
headed for the stairs to the deck. All five of them 
wouldn't fit and the initial capture would be easier 
with just two. I headed for the side of the cabin and 
hot footed it up to the deck from the hill side. I 
reached the decking just as the guys started to climb 
the stairs and turned on the video camera I was using 
for this part of it. Shit! I could hardly see anything 
it was so dark... Just shadows.

They were on the decking and knocking at the door. I 
could see Carol moving through the cabin, going to 
answer the door... Imagined her wondering who it was? 
She was still dressed in a skirt and jacket, probably a 
blouse on underneath. I almost laughed when she yanked 
the door open and out came, "You asshole, Willy... " 
The two black teenagers pushed into the front room and 
I heard them cut off a yelp from Carol as one of the 
guys grabbed her around the mouth.

I was on the decking and getting it all. Carol was 
struggling a bit but one of the tall black kids had 
lifted her up off the floor... It was all over but the 
shouting. The other three team members were taking the 
stairs two and three at a time and I followed them into 
the cabin. Carol was being carried to the bedroom and 
the guy following was already taking out the Velcro 
straps. Fuck! This was great!

I detoured to the closet and switched on all the 
videos, then got back to the bedroom door as the first 
two were strapping her to the kneeler. She was 
screaming and yelling like all get out.

"What... What... You mother fuckers... Think you're 
doing... Cut that shit out... Let me go... My husband's 
going to be here any minute... Oh! What the fuck are 
you doing?"

She was bent over the kneeler, her ankles strapped to 
the base with her arms stretched to the floor. Some of 
the guys were already getting out of their clothes and 
the tall kid who carried her into the room was running 
his hand up underneath her skirt. Her ass was wiggling 
around like it was on fire.

"Shit! Fuck! This is some hot pussy!" I panned the 
group and found three very hard cocks pointing out of 
very dark groins. Two of the guys were stroking 
themselves and let me tell you, they had very long, 
hard cocks in their hands. The guy with his hand 
between Carol's legs, dragged the kneeler to the center 
of the room and yanked her skirt up over her hips. All 
she had on was panty hose and they soon ended up 
stretched around her thighs.

"Look at the hair on this bitch!" It was one of the 
small guys and he was sporting the fattest cock I'd 
ever seen. He moved over to Carol's bare ass and ran 
his hand into her bush. "Shit! The bitch is hot for 
it... Her cunt's already wet." With that he poked his 
fat cock in between Carol's butt cheeks and grabbed a 
hold. It took him a few moments and a couple of 
adjustments but once he started fucking her; it was 
impressive. I moved in for a close up with the hand 
held and watched his fat, black cock fucking in and out 
from between Carol's ass cheeks.

She was screaming to beat the band and finally turned 
to see who was assaulting her ass. When she caught 
sight of me, her eyes got real wide and the screaming 
abated a bit. If you asked me it sounded like she 
started to get into it... The screaming turning into 
moaning and I was pretty sure she was going to start 
egging the guy behind her on but then one of the tall 
black kids pulled up a chair and pulled her by the hair 
until her mouth was full of cock.

The other three were sitting on the bed, passing some 
reefer back and forth when the guy fucking her came. He 
bellowed and groaned as he pumped his seed into her. I 
moved in for a close up and watched him pull his cum 
soaked cock out of her. Number two, another tall guy... 
Fuck! With a foot long cock, taxied right up and buried 
himself in her swollen, red, cum slick cunt. I had a 
hard-on like I hadn't in a long while... Yea! Right, 
Willy?!

I turned and filmed Carol's head bobbing above the guy 
she was blowing. Really he had both hands on her head 
and was guiding her hungry mouth up and down on his 
cock as he sat in front of her. I could tell she was 
into it now and didn't need to be restrained but the 
rules said the first round, she remained tied to the 
kneeler and I wasn't about to change them now. Everyone 
was way too stoned for any rule changes.

The guy, Carol was blowing, started cumming about the 
same time the guy behind her did. I got some good shots 
of Carol spitting what seemed like a quart of cum out 
of her mouth and held up number four so I could get a 
shot of her cum drenched pussy. Her pubic hair was 
matted with jizm and some of it was dribbling down her 
thighs. Number four was another small guy but he had a 
real long pecker and wasted no time driving it into 
her. She was cumming and filling the cabin bedroom with 
shrieks of joy and that turned the team on even more. 
They were egging on the guy fucking her and then one of 
them shouted out. "Hey! Fuck her in the ass... Don't 
want to wear out her cunt!"

Carol lifted her head and turned to the guy behind her, 
"Yea! Come on, stud... In my ass... Big boy!" The kid 
couldn't pull his cock out of her cunt fast enough. The 
first two times his cock slipped up the cheeks of her 
butt as he tried to plug into her ass. She was wiggling 
her ass around and that wasn't helping him. He scored 
on the third time and I watched as Carol's entire body 
tensed up as the guy pushed his cock into her bowels. 
She came a few minutes later.

"Oooooohh! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaagh! YEAH!! I'm cummmming... 
FUCK ME HARDER! Faster! Aaaaagh!" The guy behind her 
was a blur, pumping his meat in and out of her anus and 
I was up close and personal, getting some terrific 
footage. Number five was standing off to the side and 
ready to go, stroking about an eight inch slab of dark 
meat. When the guy in her started to cum, I could see 
his gray spunk dribble out from around the cock he had 
buried in her ass. She was still cumming and thrusting 
her ass back at the guy.

When he pulled out, I got a great shot of her wide 
spread anus, cum dribbling out of it. Her cunt was 
below it and still coated with jizm, her pubic hair now 
more a light color rather than dark as it was drowning 
in lots of semen. Number five forced his cock into her 
cunt for a while and then started alternating between 
her asshole and cunt. I kept the close up going until 
he filled her anus with another load of teenage spunk.

The first two to take her were ready to go again and as 
soon as number five was done, untied her and the five 
of them started to strip off her clothes. There were 
several "ooooh's" and "aaah's" as Carol does have a 
pretty terrific body for a forty year old.

She was over on the bed on her back with one of them 
between her legs and he was just fucking the shit out 
of her. Carol was fucking back like a banshee and 
filling the bedroom with a torrent of profanity that 
would make anyone blush. The rest of the team were 
really turned on and even though they'd all had a piece 
of her, three of them were sporting rather impressive 
hard-ons and ready to go.

The guy on her rolled off and her legs remained spread 
wide as the next took his place. Her cunt was gapping, 
a steady stream of semen draining out of her. Her legs 
were up around this guy's shoulders and I sat on the 
floor and filmed a little of his cock pistoning in and 
out of her cunt. Her anus was visible amongst her 
drenched pubic hair, still squeezing out some cum.

The second round lasted much longer than the first and 
I was afraid they'd fuck Carol to death. I didn't see 
how she could keep going and tried talking to a couple 
of the guys but they were so stoned I didn't think they 
had a clue what I was talking about.

After number seven or eight... I wasn't sure... I lost 
count... Carol rolled over to her knees, spread her ass 
apart and yelled for someone to fuck her in the butt. I 
guess I underestimated her endurance. I went and sat 
down in the front room, figuring I had enough close 
ups. Several of the last loads were not quite up to 
standards, just a couple of squirts. I felt the team 
was running out of semen.


CHAPTER FOUR 
************

Several of the young guys came out and sat in the hot 
tub so I wandered back into the bedroom. Carol was on 
top of one guy, riding him while sucking off one of the 
others. It didn't look like she was having much luck 
with the guy in her mouth. The bed was a mess of pecker 
tracks so I panned the bedding for some ending shots.

Carol saved the best for last and tired to suck off all 
five while kneeling in the hot tub, the team 
surrounding her as they passed several joints around 
the circle. It was obvious to me that only one or two 
of them were going to produce anything worth filming 
but I did just the same. I caught some mediocre shots 
of one of them dribbling some spunk on to her tits. The 
best part was just getting some shots of her tits... 
They looked great, high up on her chest... Apple size, 
large apples at that, with real dark areole and her 
nipples never seemed to get flaccid.

The boy's basketball team had had it and after cleaning 
up in the hot tub, they dressed and were ready to go 
back to town. It was like after the big game and most 
of them were drained and too tired to even talk but the 
excitement of the evening was contagious and soon the 
five of them were high-fiving each other and jumping 
around like all kids do when they're turned on.

On the other hand, Carol just sat in the hot tub and 
waved when they trooped down stairs. One of them ran 
back up the stairs and said something to her but I was 
too far away to hear anything. I told Carol I'd be back 
in a couple of hours and drove the team back to 'Vegas. 
When I got back to the cabin, Carol was sound asleep. 
She slept for a little over fourteen hours.

I was in the weed room when she woke. She crept up 
behind me and threw her arms around my middle. "Thanks, 
Willy. That was super... Really great." I turned and we 
kissed for a long time. We spent the rest of the 
weekend viewing some of the footage. Carol was anxious 
I get started on editing and told me she knew someone 
who'd be real interested in distributing it. I figured 
it was her new friend, Stephan and was surprised when 
she said it was Jay.

I had a rough cut done by the following weekend and had 
Carol and Erin up to view the product. Erin appeared 
subdued during most of the preview but Carol was 
visibly excited. I thought it was pretty good! When the 
tape ended, Carol stood, stripped off her clothes and 
dragged me to the bedroom. Erin followed and we spent 
the rest of the night quenching our hunger for each 
other. We polished up the film a little and on Sunday 
night previewed it for Jay and his wife, Charlie.

Jay was stoked beyond belief and couldn't believe the 
sequence of Carol strapped to the kneeler... Thought it 
was some of the best he'd ever seen. We settled on a 
rather large sum and he paid us in cash before we left. 
Where the film ended up, I have no idea but Carol was 
trying to talk Erin into doing one... She thought the 
blonde hair would be even better. Erin was very cool to 
the idea and I don't think it went any further than 
that.

I spent most of my time at the cabin, tending the crop 
as every time I traveled into town I felt I was being 
spied on... Maybe, followed is a better description. I 
was always very careful and would often drive about a 
hundred miles to get where I was going. I never caught 
anyone following me after that night with Lucy. Shit! 
Maybe, it was her old man but I really didn't believe 
that.

I'd traveled almost to Tonopah before turning back to 
town, stopping every twenty miles or so to squirt any 
pursuers out in front of me. I'd spent about three 
hours one morning going over the van and the SUV to 
make sure there was none of those tracking devices 
attached under the chassis or bumper or whatever. I was 
pretty confident the vehicles were clean.

I arrived at the condo about eleven and smoked a little 
reefer before taking a nap. The girls wouldn't be home 
until after six so I figured I'd treat them to dinner 
after I hit an late afternoon matinee at the movie 
house. It was Christmas Vacation and there were a lot 
of kids lined up to get in the theater. After getting 
my ticket, I stood in line for some candy. As I was 
fishing around for a couple of bucks, I purposely 
dropped a joint on the floor. After paying, I moved off 
toward the theater and was stopped by a very nice 
looking young lady. I figured her to be fourteen... 
Maybe, fifteen.

She was looking around like she was up to something and 
was very obvious. I figured she might be stoned 
already, turned and walked away. I entered the theater, 
taking a seat in the rear. The young lady sat a seat 
away. I stared at the usual advertising shit they show 
before movies, figuring it was just a coincidence that 
the young lady was in the same theater I was. It 
wasn't.

"Aaah... Mister... You dropped this in the refreshment 
line." She was looking straight ahead but holding her 
hand out toward me. The joint was lying in her palm.

I pushed her hand away from me and whispered, "It's 
yours."

She whispered "Thanks" and watched the movie. When it 
was over, I stayed to watch the credits scroll... After 
all isn't that what old people were supposed to do? She 
was at a bank of phones in the lobby, I figured calling 
someone to pick her up. I hit the head and when I got 
out she was gone. I wandered out into the parking lot 
and passed her sitting on the curb. I'm not sure she 
noticed me.

When I drove by the theater, she was still sitting on 
the curb. I slowed and as I did she got to her feet and 
waved. I came to a stop and she hustled around the van 
and jumped in the passenger side.

"God! I thought you'd left." I chuckled. "Wanna go 
smoke your joint?" 

I smiled and accelerated out of the parking lot.

Doug elbowed Larry and said quite matter-of-factly, 
"Wake up, asshole. 

He's driving away."

Larry came awake abruptly and immediately lit a 
cigarette. "Fuck you, Doug... Where is he?" Doug 
pointed and the two of them watched the guy pick up the 
young girl and motor out of the parking lot.

My concentration on the young girl is probably the 
reason I didn't pick them up earlier. We were just 
turning on to Green Valley parkway when I noticed a 
vehicle about three cars behind me cut off another car 
moving into the left hand turn lane. It followed us to 
Highview and when it turned left with us I decided to 
fuck with them. I was torn between ditching the girl to 
concentrate on the car following me or ditching them 
and getting really fucked up with the darling young 
lady sitting next to me. The young lady sitting next to 
me won out.

I accelerated to about fifty and coasted down the hill 
toward the condo and Valle Verde. Just short of Valle 
Verde, I turned right and worked my way through some 
residential area until turning South on Valle Verde. I 
accelerated again and finally ended up in the parking 
lot behind the Mormon Stake house up by Warm Springs.

I was pretty sure I lost them but wanted to make sure 
they didn't pick me up accidentally just wandering 
about. The young lady was oblivious to my twists and 
turns and sat quietly in the passenger seat. After all 
we were going to get stoned and that was a very illegal 
activity in the Great State of Nevada.

I could tell she was anxious to smoke the joint. She 
kept playing with it. I leaned over and popped open the 
glove compartment. Just inside was a fat sack of weed 
with my traveling bong lying next to it. "How about 
packing the bong. You can keep that for later."

I kept a good look out and after she had the bong 
packed, pulled out and threaded my way through Foxridge 
on the way to... Well, where the fuck was I going to 
go? If I went to the condo, the fuckers following me 
would probably pick me up again and the cabin was a 
long ways off.

Just yesterday I'd done a photo shoot for that friend 
of Carol's out by Nellis. An abandon house with some 
real shitty furniture. I was pretty sure I could get 
back into it. I laughed. The first couple of shoots I 
did for this guy were in pretty descent hotels... I 
figured those young ladies yesterday were a bit 
underage and we were doing it at the shitty house 
because of it.

"I'm Willy. What's your name?"

"I know, I'm Terry."

I was paranoid now and just pulling onto the freeway, 
heading North. "How do you know my name?"

"My sister pointed you out when we were getting our 
tickets... Said she'd seen you at a couple of parties 
in Green Valley. She told me about this." She held up 
the sack of weed. I just nodded. I'd been attending 
quite a few parties and not only in the Green Valley 
area. My paranoia abated a bit. I got off the freeway 
at Charleston and motored up on to Sunrise Mountain. 
This piece of shit house was near where Gary lived and 
had a terrific view of the valley.

I told her to wait in the van and hurried around to the 
back. The sliding glass door was easy to open and I 
moved through the house, making sure nobody else was 
there. I opened the garage door and drove the van into 
the garage.

We were sitting in some real dilapidated patio 
furniture and the bong was cooking off like crazy. Both 
of us laughing and giggling, pointing out weird cloud 
shapes. The sun was low on the horizon and both of us 
had slant eye, looking into it... Yea! Right! We were 
fucking stoned as shit. Terry was laughing 
uncontrollably. When she started coughing, I slapped 
her back a couple of times. The sun disappeared and the 
lights of the strip started to twinkle in the distance. 
We started goofing on the lights and I packed another 
bong full.

"What time do you have to be home, Terry?" I must have 
thought ten minutes before I got it out and her answer 
took almost as long.

"My parents are out of town... Won't be home until..." 
Sounded good to me.

Meanwhile back in Green Valley... Doug was driving up 
and down streets without any rhyme or reason.

Larry was pissed. "Why the fuck didn't you stay closer? 
Fuck! We had him. He was probably going to sell some 
dope to the teeny bopper. Could have nailed him... And 
you fuck it up."

"Shut up, Larry. We're just supposed to shadow him and 
find out where his farm is... Not bust him. Wayne's got 
a little surprise in store for this mother fucker. The 
only thing we've got is the condo and Wayne's sure he's 
not growing dope there... Had the cops scope it out 
with infrared, too cool."


CHAPTER FIVE 
************

We piled into the van after the sun set and motored off 
to a fast food place... Brought it back to the house 
and had a terrific meal of nachos, refried beans, 
burritos and lots of coke. We didn't finish all the 
food and I was lighting up our third bong when the half 
eaten burrito slapped against the side of my face. 
Terry was laughing like a fool and I could feel the 
beans start to slide down my cheek. I picked up a spoon 
and dug out a good chunk of beans with it. The chunk 
ended up splattering against her cheek and falling to 
the floor.

She reached for the beans but I grabbed her wrist... 
After all I'd gotten the worst in the exchange and 
didn't want to get clobbered again. She tried to reach 
the beans with her other hand and I had to drop the 
bong to grab her other wrist. I captured both of her 
wrists with one hand and scooped some beans out with my 
fingers. I slathered it all over her cheeks and mouth.

We were both laughing like crazy, with beans dribbling 
off our faces. She made a valiant attempt to go for the 
beans one last time so I stood and picked her up off 
the chair. I carried her to the den and sat on the 
couch with her on my lap. She was wiggling around like 
a worm and I finally worked her over on to her stomach. 
It was a natural reflex to spank her nice padded behind 
and I did it several times... Not very hard, though.

She was yelling and screaming but that stopped when I 
started to massage her very nice rump. Her wiggling 
turned into a grinding and my cock started to grow in 
my jeans. She looked up at me and there was no doubt in 
my military mind that this young lady wanted to do more 
than have a food fight. I rolled her over and licked 
some of the left over beans off her cheek. I felt her 
tongue on my cheek and soon we were visiting each 
other's mouths.

She tasted of refried beans but then I'm sure I did, 
too. My hand slipped up under her sweat shirt and there 
was nothing but skin. Her breasts about the size of 
tennis balls, her nipples erect under my hand. She 
moaned into my mouth when I pinched one and then I was 
dragging the sweat shirt up over her breasts.

My mouth found her right nipple and sucked it deep into 
my mouth. She shivered and almost yelped when I bit it. 
Her areole were dime size and the nipples were 
surprisingly large for such small tits. I chewed on 
both of them while my other hand tried to work her 
jeans down over her hips. It became too hard so I 
pushed her off my lap and on to the floor.

She sat, pulled her sweat shirt off and then started to 
pull her jeans down. I was rapidly approaching lust, my 
cock tenting my jeans. I stood and pulled off my shirt 
and then dropped my jeans. My cock was sticking out 
through the fly of my shorts, just about as hard as it 
got. Terry was staring at it as she wiggled out of her 
panties. They were a dark blue and very skimpy. I had a 
hard time believing she was only fourteen or so. Her 
bush was a thick "V" of dark hair at the juncture of 
her thighs... A tremendous contrast to her almost 
blonde hair. Her areole seemed smaller and her nipples 
stuck out about half an inch. I was pulling off my 
tennies and was almost naked.

I joined her on the floor and helped her pull off her 
panties. I held them to my face and smelled her. My 
cock was like stone and jerking around in my groin. She 
grabbed it and I almost started the "Joe Cocker" stomp.

"You've got a big dick, Willy." I smashed my lips 
against hers and my tongue drove deep into her mouth. I 
rolled to my back and brought her with me. I could 
almost feel her nipples poking against my chest, my 
hands grasping her plump ass cheeks. She was grinding 
against me and I ground back against her. We rolled 
over several times on the floor, our mouths still 
tasting like refried beans. I ended up almost on top of 
her and quickly slid down until my face was above her 
groin.

She spread her legs and I was in heaven. Her pubic hair 
was a thatch right through her groin and I buried my 
mouth where I thought her cunt would be. I wasn't far 
off and soon had my tongue painting nothing but pink. 
She squealed and wiggled about until her entire body 
tensed up and spasamed a bit.

Then she screamed. "Oooooh! Lick iiiiit! Willleeeeeee! 
Aaaagh! I'mmmmm cummmming!" I had my tongue pistoning 
in and out of a very tight cunt. Her clit a small 
sheath of skin up at the top of her thin labia. I was 
dueling with it when she came again. "Fuuuuuckkk! Lick 
me... Lick meeeee!" The scream went on for several 
seconds and then I was climbing over her. Her legs came 
up off the floor and captured my middle.

I was holding myself off of her with one hand while the 
other was trying to guide my hard dick into her pussy. 
It was greasy, slick with cunt butter and I could feel 
my cheeks coated with her juices. I poked and poked, 
finally forcing the head of my cock into her. She was 
so, so tight. I froze and then pushed slowly until I 
was sure I was in her and would remain in her. She was 
tense below me and I was some what concerned she was a 
virgin. Yea! Right, Willy!

When she started to move below me, I lost it and buried 
my cock in her belly. She screamed and I was off to the 
races, just fucking the shit out of her. Her legs were 
sliding up and down my hips and thighs, her ass 
thrusting her flower against the pole I had buried in 
her. Fuck! She was a machine and fucking me like no 
other young thing ever had. I was panting and she was 
chanting.

"Go! Go! Gooooo! Ooooooh! Fuck... WILLEEE!!" I was 
beyond lust, just pounding my cock in and out of her 
like a fucking maniac. Sweat was pouring off of me and 
I could feel it dribble down the crease in her neck, my 
face buried in the cheap carpet. She finally came in 
one big, loud explosion of sound and movement. She 
twitched for a long while after I stopped pumping in 
and out of her, my cock now a shriveled viena sausage. 
I slipped out of her and rolled to my back. I could 
hear myself panting and was self conscious when she 
rolled over closer to me.

"Oh! Wow! That was some high... Fuck! Can we smoke 
another bowl?"

We showered together and washed all the refried beans 
off of us and I seriously considered going out for 
another food run. I wonder what young pussy tastes like 
with a little hot sauce? Terry didn't let me though and 
after I popped one of my magic pills we ended up in the 
bedroom.

Her cunt was so clean smelling and tasted so great. I 
must have eaten her to fifty orgasms. She kept wiggling 
around on the mattress until I could take no more, 
rolled her over, yanked her to her knees and buried my 
dick as far as I could into her womb. She fucked back 
like a crazy woman, reminded me of Carol. Her compact 
ass was a thrill to watch, squishing up against my 
stomach as I drilled my iron hard cock in and out of 
her.

You're right, I couldn't resist and pried her tight 
butt cheeks apart to watch my pole sink into her. Her 
anus was surrounded by a light down of dark hair and I 
went crazy fucking her like a mad man, finally pounding 
her down on to the mattress. "Joe Cocker" made several 
appearances and when I was finally whipped, rolled to 
my back and wished I was twenty-five again.

The room was light when I woke. I was confused and 
wasn't real sure where I was? Terry was curled up 
across the bed and I slowly got out of it and made my 
way to the bathroom. I had to piss. Memories of last 
night flooded my consciousness. This young lady was the 
hottest teenager I think I'd ever... What! Seduced... 
Raped... Oh! Fuck! I had no idea... Felt guilty. I was 
sending a thick stream of urine into the bowl when she 
threw her arms around my middle.

"Willy, I had the greatest time. Can we get stoned... 
It's so much fun in the morning." Her hands were in my 
pubic hair and I was starting to feel aroused. I could 
feel her naked body against my back. Fuck! I wanted 
her.

I disengaged and rushed to the kitchen. She followed 
and stood there as I stoked up the bowl. Blonde hair, 
proud tennis ball size breasts, her nipples erect in 
the cool air of the house, her dark pubic hair matted 
in places with her day old juices. My cock started to 
grow. She noticed and came to me, went to her knees and 
opened her mouth.

"I've never done this before... Teach me." I threw back 
my head back and moaned. Her lips captured the head of 
my penis, blood surging through my body. She nibbled 
and licked and took her turns with the bong. "I can't 
decide what I like more... Your dick or the bong?" She 
got plenty of both and we ended up back in bed going 
sixty-nine, both of us reaching for the universe and 
the stars and the moon... Fuck! What more was there??!!


CHAPTER SIX 
***********

It was the week before Christmas. Erin was pissed I 
didn't make it that night for dinner as she spent most 
of the day preparing her mother's macaroni and cheese. 
Nice try, Erin... But I know it doesn't take that long. 
I wasn't about to tell her that I spent that night with 
a fourteen year old young lady... After all, I wasn't 
that stupid. I figured she knew as much anyway.

Terry and I had plans for the new year... Her parents 
were going to California for the big weekend... Funny, 
most people from California come to Las Vegas to trash 
our city. Maybe, it's not so surprising that some of us 
go to the coast and trash their cities??!!

I'd narrowed my pursuers down to government workers 
because of their obviously limited budget and some what 
inept ways. I wasn't ruling out Carol's new found 
friend or Rich Clark of Clark Enterprises or whatever 
but it really smelled more like a government job and 
that narrowed it down to the DEA. Fuck! Who else would 
be following me around... It sure wasn't the air force 
checking to see if I'd expired from prostate cancer and 
maybe they could cut off my retirement.

I spent a lot of time driving in and out of the condo 
complex but never got a whiff of surveillance. Maybe 
the fuckers got better... Not likely! We celebrated the 
birth of Christ at the cabin. Erin cooking the turkey 
and Carol doing the stuffing. I added a little special 
herb to the dressing and the entire cabin smelled like 
drying hemp when we sat down to eat. The three of us 
were stoned as shit and after dinner romped around in 
the snow behind the cabin. I kept the girls away from 
the tin cans, I'd strung about knee high between some 
of the under brush. No sense in being totally stupid 
about people following you. I was sure they had no idea 
where the cabin was and was intent on keeping it that 
way.

We exchanged presents after dinner and our romp in the 
snow. Carol got me a real nifty hand gun that was going 
to take me years to figure out. She said I could stop 
the Denver Bronco offensive line from ten feet or some 
shit! She got Erin a small women's hand gun that wasn't 
quite as powerful as mine. I got both of the girls a 
diamond ring about the size of a large grape. I was 
mobbed after they opened their presents and we didn't 
get to Erin's presents until late the next morning.

Erin had deposited a hundred and fifty thousand of the 
"sting" cash into our very own personal "retirement" 
accounts, she called them... Fifty thousand an account. 
She told us that if we wanted to deposit more... No 
problem... George LaBlume was a very cooperative 
banker. I wondered if she was fucking him?

Before we left the cabin, Carol got me alone and told 
me she had a very special filming she wanted me to do 
early next year. She wanted it all done with hidden 
cameras. I wasn't to be there at all but she wanted me 
to edit the product and maybe... Just maybe, we could 
make a little contribution to our "retirement" 
accounts. I was intrigued but Carol was very vague 
about who the subjects were. This Stephan guy, who I 
was taking the pictures for, was a pretty good source 
of income and I often wondered how close he and Carol 
had become? Not much I could do about it anyway plus I 
wasn't exactly being celibate.

Erin was planning on spending the New Years in 
California with her sisters and Carol had her own 
plans. So I picked Terry up at Sunset Park during the 
afternoon and drove through a maze of housing complexes 
to make sure I was clean before heading off to the 
cabin. It was almost dark when we arrived and the snow 
looked so great in the fading light. Terry was anxious 
to get high but I made her wait to torch the bong until 
we turned off the highway and started bumping over the 
dirt road to the cabin. There was still just a single 
set of tire tracks in the snow and I'd spent a lot of 
brain power and concentration keeping it that way. Yea! 
I know it doesn't sound that tough but let me tell 
you... Aaah! Yea! Right, Willy.

I was stoking the wood stove and she was going bonkers 
over the hot tub, dancing up and down around it. Shit! 
She looked like a kid... Shit! She was. I'd never 
asked... Just figured she was fourteen or so... Really 
had no earthly idea? The steam was rising off of it as 
I'd had it cooking off since I left. I watched as she 
stripped off her clothes and sunk into it. I forgot all 
about how old she might be and started to get out of my 
clothes.

"Hey! Willy... Bring the bong." Coming right up, 
princess. I rushed over to the tub, my cock bobbing 
before me. I slid right in and the hot water took the 
starch right out of my member. I had a pretty good idea 
Terry would make it better later.

We passed the bong back and forth for a while before 
either of us spoke. Off in the distance you could see 
the glow of the lights from the strip. She started 
talking first. "Aaah... Willy... My friends..." She 
paused for a long time and I initially thought she 
might have forgotten what she was going to say. Maybe 
she wanted to bring some friends up... Now there's an 
idea!

"Aah... Well, you know that shit you gave me the last 
time?" I'd let her have the entire baggie from the 
glove compartment. I just nodded my head. "Well... My 
friends thought it was the greatest bud in the world 
and wondered if I could get some more... I mean they're 
willing to pay... Shit! An eighth of that shit would go 
for sixty, seventy... I mean if you could trust me to 
bring you the money... If not, I could set you up with 
these people... They're not narcs or anything." She was 
staring at me but I was still staring off at the lights 
of 'Vegas.

"How old are you, Terry?"

I looked into her eyes, watched the expression on her 
face when she said, "Thirteen." My cock twitched, even 
in the hot water. Fuck! Thirteen... She looked a lot 
older, I thought.

"How much you thinking of selling?"

"Shit! As much as you can get me. I'm being mobbed with 
kids and my sister and her friends found out I had some 
of your shit and went wild trying to get some."

I leaned back against the decking and looked off at the 
lights again. Would be a good source of income for my 
mole hills as Erin called them. Plus not much threat... 
Except to Terry. "You sure you're cool with this... 
Could get you in a lot of trouble... Fuck up your life 
real good... For a good long time."

Terry leaned back on her elbows, looking off at the 
lights. Her proud breasts were poking up off her chest, 
her areole all crinkly, nipples erect. She was silent 
for a while and then blurted out. "Shit! Yea! Willy, I 
sell it for seventy an eighth and give you fifty. Gives 
me some walking around money."

"How much you want to start with?" I asked.

"I already started. Shit! I was being mobbed at school. 
The word really got around. I've got over a thousand 
bucks in my jeans... You mad?"

No, I wasn't mad. I figured the baggie I gave her had 
close to two ounces in it. Fuck! A thousand dollars... 
This beat the shit out of selling it wholesale. I 
turned and kissed her. Her mouth tasted like dope and 
turned me on. Her tongue like a little snake in my 
mouth, against my teeth, fencing with my tongue.

I rose out of the hot tub, intending to help Terry out. 
Instead, she captured my dangling penis with her mouth. 
I stared at the lights as her mouth and lips gobbled me 
up. The hardness coming quickly, her mouth starting to 
slide back and forth on my cock. My hands were in her 
hair, I was pumping my hips. I looked down and watched 
as her lips slid back and forth on my dick. I could 
feel her tongue on the underside of my cock, searching 
for that special place. She found it and I shivered. My 
thrusting became more urgent. I tightened my grip in 
her hair, dragging her mouth on and off my cock. I 
threw my head back just a moment before my knees 
started to shake.

"Ooooh! Suck It, Terry... Suck it, baby!" "Joe Cocker" 
was in full force tonight. My stomach was as tight as a 
drum, my thighs ached and the warmth spread out from my 
groin and raced to my belly, my chest. I crumpled in a 
heap on the side of the hot tub but Terry kept sucking 
and licking and nibbling as I jerked around like a bug 
on a hot skillet. She was still between my legs, 
painting my scrotum with her saliva when I regained 
situation awareness.


CHAPTER SEVEN 
*************

We were bouncing up the dirt road to the highway. It 
was late New Year's Day and I wanted to get to the 
condo and watch one of the late afternoon football 
games... UCLA and Wisconsin, the Rose Bowl or whatever. 
We were both stoned as shit and if Carol was still out, 
I was going to have Terry spend the night. The thought 
of the three of us sharing each other was appealing 
but... Well, I guess I really didn't have a but... But 
Terry sure did. As nice as Carol's just not as mature.

Down the hill we went and last night became crystal 
clear. Terry on the edge of the bed. My magic pink pill 
surging strength through my cock. Her butt wiggling 
around in front of me. I could see some of her dark 
pussy hair and dropped to my knees on the floor. Her 
ass cheeks spread so easily and my tongue painted her 
from bearded clam to her puckered anus. She shrieked 
and screamed as I wormed my tongue; first, into her 
cunt and then into her asshole. I bit her ass cheeks 
until there were teeth marks in them and then reamed 
out her anus until she slid down flat on to the 
mattress.

I could feel her anus trying to capture my tongue and 
slid my hand under her pubic bone while digging my 
thumb into her cunt. She was bucking up and down on the 
mattress, cumming about every two or three minutes. I 
ground my cock against the side of the mattress and I 
was hard a steel. When she was babbling incoherently, I 
got to my feet and went to the bathroom. I came back 
with some of Carol's magic lotion... A combination of 
oil and some other shit that got slick and hot as shit 
when you rubbed it on someone.

I squirted some on Terry's butt and she looked back at 
me. Her eyes were slits and this time I was sure it was 
lust. Her eyes told me she knew what was going to 
happen. I started to rub the oil around between her 
legs and all over her bum. She struggled to her knees 
and I slid my finger into her cunt and my thumb up her 
ass. She immediately started to buck against the digits 
I had buried in her. With my other hand I stroked some 
of the oil on to my cock. It glistened in the lamp 
light of the bedroom and Terry's butt was slick with 
it.

I pulled her to the edge and told her to spread her 
ass. Her little hands came back and spread herself 
wide. Her anus was shinny and I poked my cock head 
right up against the opening. One push and I was half 
way in her. She wiggled back and forth in front of me 
and in the process, impaled herself on my engorged 
cock. My hands were on her hips and I started pumping. 
Her anus clung to my hard penis as I dragged myself out 
of her and then looked grotesque as I buried it in her 
bowels. She kept wiggling her butt and it was driving 
me crazy. I fucked her faster and only stopped when my 
brain exploded with pleasure, my limbs shaking, my 
stomach cramping.

I was sure her anus was trying to keep me in her bowels 
but I was finally able to drag out my sore, spent cock. 
The hot tub felt awfully good after that and I don't 
remember how I got back to the bedroom. The sun woke me 
and I found Terry in the kitchen, wearing one of my "T" 
shirts and trying to scramble some eggs. The bong was 
lying on the counter top, still cooking off. Next to it 
was a stack of twenty dollar bills. It seemed like a 
big stack but then a thousand in twenties was probably 
a pretty big stack.

We arrived at the condo well after dark and I decided 
that if she spent the night... We'd just start all over 
again and I wasn't sure I could keep up with her. I was 
glad Carol wasn't around and instead of watching the 
game, drove Terry home and ended up at Thirst-busters 
watching the game with a bunch of young guys and 
drinking lots and lots of Asahi Dry. I can't remember 
who won and struggled down the block to the condo about 
eleven.

Into the new year, I spent a lot of time in town and 
was able to pick up my friends just about every day as 
I left the condo. I'd lead them on miles and miles of 
wild goose chases and... Well, I will admit that 
getting back to the cabin was a fucking pain in the 
ass, usually involving hours and miles of driving all 
over Las Vegas to lose them before heading up the hill.

You're probably wondering why I spent so much time 
hanging my ass out with these fuckers? Well... It was a 
matter of principle, like the Rick Clark thing. I 
thought I had a deal with Wayne Montana... I had some 
pretty good dirt on the mother fucker (WT-T#13D). I 
mean it's one thing to be the president but quite 
another to be just a worker bee for the federal 
government... The same rules hardly applied.

Now... Wayne probably thought he had some dirt on me 
but it was all circumstantial... He'd never caught me 
red handed and I intended to keep it that way. The back 
of my mind, though, was filled with other 
possibilities. There was always the Rich Clark thing... 
The sting. I had no doubt in my mind that if that 
fucker ever connected me to his missing five hundred 
g's, I'd be a dead man. From what I had heard from Jay, 
though, the fucker was much too busy just fending off 
the audit the board of directors were clamoring for.

A third possibility presented itself when I went to 
wire the suite Carol wanted the hidden video in. I 
spent most of the morning working the cameras, laying 
the wire and trying to conceal everything. Carol told 
me not to worry too much about people looking for them 
as they'd be pretty pre-occupied. I figured it was a 
sting on some guy and his girl friend or something like 
that... Really I had no idea but that's what it sounded 
like. I was coming down the back stairs of the hotel, 
dressed as a hippie... Wig... the works, granny 
glasses, bell bottoms, madras shirt wearing a pair of 
sandals.

Anyway, I'm more or less sneaking down the back stairs 
when I happened upon them... 


CHAPTER EIGHT 
*************

Connie Clark exited the ramp or what ever it was and 
looked around. The America West jet was over an hour 
late. Low clouds and low visibility in SoCal and they 
waited for what seemed like hours on the ground before 
getting airborne. Carol was waiting, standing over by a 
bank of phones. She was talking on one but also 
watching the gate. When she saw Connie, she waved. 
Connie waved back and headed for the phones.

"Thought you wouldn't make it... Just a second." Connie 
figured she was listening to someone on the other end. 
"Yea! John, just make sure it's all set up. Willy is 
supposed to do his thing... " A long pause. "Oh! Shit! 
How am I supposed to know... The fucker is stoned 
almost twenty-four hours a day and chasing his teeny 
boppers. He could be anywhere... No! I'll call him. 
Just make sure all the players are ready for tonight... 
Ok?" Carol listened for a bit and then finally hung up.

"Well, Connie. Good to see you. How's sunny 
California?" Carol laughed a bit.

"Dog shit! As Willy would say. How is he?"

"Willy? He's fine... Couldn't be better. Growing his 
dope, selling it, too, from what I hear and still 
robbing the cradle. Erin and I can't keep him away from 
the young stuff... But life is great here." Carol held 
up her hand with the large diamond plainly visible. It 
made the rock on Connie's hand look like something she 
got out of a cracker jack box. "How's hubby dealing 
with the loss of all that money?"

"Not worth a shit, Carol. I haven't been laid once 
since you fuckers left town... Well, that's not exactly 
true. He was an animal just after you all left, 
thinking we were on top of the world but when the 
reality of it sunk in about two weeks later... Shit! 
That's all he talks about. Getting the fuckers who 
screwed him."

"He have any ideas?"

"Not a clue and he's spent plenty of cash trying to 
come up with some info. How the fuck did you cover your 
tracks so well? I mean the hotel rooms were rented to 
old fucks from Kansas and South Dakota... Fuck! And the 
boat... Those people claim they were moored at Catalina 
that weekend. Every time he gets some good news it 
turns into a dead end... Carol, you sure this weekend 
is going to work?"

"Positive, honey." Carol draped her arm around Connie's 
shoulder and the two of them walked toward the people 
mover that would transport them to the main terminal.

There they were. Carol and Connie plus a couple of guys 
in suits. I have a natural distrust of guys in suits. 
Now, I realize that most successful men in the world 
wear suits and maybe, just maybe, that's why I'm 
slumming around, growing dope and chasing teenage girls 
but when I get real stoned and connect with the Karma 
binding the universe, I'm positive that suit guys are 
fucking hypocritical bastards who deserve to rot in 
hell. Fuck! That was a mouth full!

I climbed up two steps and leaned against the wall of 
the stair well. I still had a good view and it was 
obvious to me Carol was very familiar with the guys she 
was talking to. Connie was just gawking around the 
casino. Now, what the fuck was she doing here? My mind 
wandered back to the sting and Carol sending me off 
with the money... 

"Connie and I set this up, Willy." Or something like 
that??!!

The group of them moved off through the casino and I 
dodged and darted through the crowd to follow them. 
They entered the elevator area and I was stuck. The 
ladies said good-by to the suit guys and I watched the 
elevator rise and stop at the same floor of the room 
I'd just wired. A coincidence? I doubt it. I followed 
the suit guys to a bar... Then wandered out to the 
parking lot, torched up one of my cigar joints and 
motored out to Erin's law firm.

I arrived just a little after noon and wandered through 
the front door like I owned the place. "Ms. Tamarack is 
expecting me." The receptionist looked at me like I was 
on drugs and I was. I laughed a little. She was real 
good looking and I wondered if any of the partners were 
fucking her. Probably, they wore suits. Ha! Ha!

Erin finally came out to greet the hippie looking 
fucker who was asking for her. She started laughing out 
loud when she saw me and then escorted me to her 
office.

***

That morning, Erin had bugged the shit out of me before 
I left the condo. "Willy, what the fuck is the get-up 
for. You and Carol planning another sting. Come on, 
asshole, give it up." She was tickling me and 
occasionally running a hand between my legs. Wasn't 
much chance of me responding though as she'd drained 
the lizard last night and I was one tired puppy.

We had lunch at a fancy place on the West side and I 
was sure most of the people there thought Erin was 
counseling some drug pusher/addict about his possible 
plea bargain agreement. I could care less. I was more 
interested in what Connie Clark was doing in 'Vegas? 
Watching Erin closely, I was positive she had some idea 
what was coming down... She hinted it was a girl 
thing... That I had nothing to worry about.

Let me think about this for a bit. I'm being tailed and 
one of my wives is consorting with my high school girl 
friend, whose husband we just burned for a half a 
million. Yea! I don't have a fucking thing to worry 
about. Maybe, I ought to go surfing? Too fucking cold!!

Connie and Carol were in the hotel room having a drink. 
Connie asked if she'd be able to see Willy before she 
left. Carol didn't think that was too good an idea. 
"The further away from this place he is the better... 
You ready for tonight, honey?"

Connie just stared at her for a long time. "Willy 
doesn't know this is even happening does he?"

"Right there, honey... Although the fool wired the 
video for tonight and I'm going to have him edit a copy 
for your husband. I wish I could see your old man's 
face when he watches it. I've got a guy here who can 
slip it to a friend of his. Willy told me he seems to 
remember you all exchanging videos when you were 
younger... true?"

Connie's mind floated back to those videos Rich used to 
make. Usually just a couple or two... Sometimes more 
but not often and never the number Carol hinted would 
be here tonight. She remembered letting Willy watch one 
of them when they first got back together and then the 
cabin... Well, that's why she was doing this, wasn't 
it? She wasn't sure? She was almost scared about 
tonight but had been excited since she got off the 
plane.

Jesus! Carol said there would be at least twelve or 
fifteen of them and the guys she met downstairs were 
really good looking... And not scum either, dressed 
like successful business men... The kind Rich usually 
wanted her to hit on to further the goals of his 
business. She had the feeling these guys would be a bit 
more to handle in bed... Shit! Fifteen guys... God! She 
was getting wet just thinking about it. She wouldn't be 
able to walk tomorrow.

Carol interrupted her day dreaming. "Hey! Connie, how 
you want to do this? Just burst out of the bedroom bare 
ass naked like the entertainment at a stag party... Or 
you want to mingle and pick and choose until it turns 
into an orgy?"

Connie was hardly listening, trying to find the video 
cameras. Carol just stared at her and then got to her 
feet and began to undress. "Come on, Connie. I've never 
had the pleasure and Wanda says you give great head."


CHAPTER NINE 
************

The knock on the door was very light and Carol looked 
at the clock on the wall as she made her way to the 
door. Four-thirty... Way too early for the guys to show 
up. Carol and Connie had just spent a very pleasant two 
hours pleasuring each other. Jesus! That cunt had a 
nice body for an old lady. Great tits, even if they 
were surgically enhanced a bit... And her cunt... Not a 
fucking hair on it or her asshole. She must pluck her 
asshole hairs??

Erin was at the door. "Way to go, asshole. Ten minutes 
after our friend arrives you manage to drag her right 
in front of Willy. He sees the whole thing after 
setting up whatever you've planned. Shit! He's all over 
me, like stink on shit... " Erin just noticed Carol was 
dressed in only a robe. "... And what the fuck have you 
been up to?"

Just then Connie walked out of the bedroom, wearing an 
identical robe. "Shit! You cunts... I'm fending off 
Willy's questions and you two are up here diddling your 
clits. Aren't you two gonna get enough tonight? Fuck! 
Get your shit together, Carol. Willy's not near as 
dense as you think he is, even when he's stoned.

"Erin! Erin, come on in. Have a drink with us."

Erin turned and walked down the hall, calling over her 
shoulder. "There just might be a little more going on 
here... And you just may not have the big picture you 
think you have, Carol. Like I said, get your shit 
together, honey."

Carol turned to Connie and the two of them just started 
laughing. They'd snorted about three lines of coke 
apiece before devouring each other's private parts and 
were still high as shit.

"Time to get dressed, honey. My cunt's getting wet just 
thinking about all the big, hard cock that's going to 
fuck it tonight."

The first three guys showed up a little after six and 
within twenty minutes the suite was full... Twelve 
young guys, not one of them over twenty-five. Carol was 
true to her word; there was a mix of nationalities, 
predominately dark skinned... Some Indians, several 
blacks, even an oriental, plus several Europeans and 
Carol could hardly wait to get her hands on their 
uncircumcised cocks. They were all sitting around... 
The room was a haze of marijuana smoke, several of the 
men were snorting lines of coke off the bar and Carol 
and Connie were dressed like a million bucks.

Both were wearing flimsy shifts, with their hair done 
up on top of their heads... Their breasts giggled with 
every step and every guy there was anxious to get the 
thing going... After all, they all knew why they were 
there!! These two middle aged women were going to pull 
the preverbal train, fuck and suck them until there 
wasn't a hard cock in the place.

The party had been going strong for a little over an 
hour when Carol, jumped out of one of the European's 
laps and shouted, "Who wants to fuck?" Connie had been 
snorting some coke at the bar with a couple of black 
guys and started laughing. She stopped laughing as one 
of the black guys pulled her shift up over her head. 
Carol was already naked and going down on one of the 
Europeans. Fuck! It had started and it wouldn't stop 
until the wee, wee hours of the morning.

Carol was on her knees with her head bobbing over this 
guy's groin. His pants were down around his ankles and 
her lips were sliding up and down his cock like a 
machine. He tasted so good and was hung like a horse. 
She chewed on his foreskin for a bit before deep-
throating his entire length. She could feel the head of 
his cock buried in her throat and when the guy behind 
her buried his dick in her cunt she almost vomited. She 
could feel the cock in her mouth quiver and then a 
flood of semen rushed out of his penis and choked her. 
She was spitting jizm all over the guy's crotch and the 
guy behind her was pounding his cock in and out of her 
like a runaway train.

Carol was close to cumming already and screamed out, 
"More... I need more, more cock!" Damn near every guy 
was naked and the train had pulled out of the station. 
Connie had been dragged to the bedroom and was on her 
back with a young black guy between her legs just 
fucking the shit out of her. His ass was moving up and 
down like an old fashion oil derrick, her white legs 
wrapped around his hips as she held on for dear life. 
His friend was standing at the side of the bed egging 
him on.

"Come on, Maurice, fuck that bitch's ass off... And 
hurry up about it. I'm damn near ready to blow my 
load."

Maurice was just about there and raised up on his arms 
as he filled Connie's clean shaven cunt with spunk. His 
buddy wasted no time and climbed on board just as 
Maurice cleared Connie's legs. Her cunt was dribbling 
semen and the next guy, who had a very impressive hard-
on, knifed it right into her. Connie came for the first 
time but her screams of joy were cut off as Maurice 
grabbed her dark hair and pulled her face to his cum 
soaked cock.

Carol was being carried to the bedroom by a couple of 
guys and as soon as she hit the bed, one of them 
climbed between her legs. Her mane of dark pubic hair 
was already streaked with jizm, her cunt spread and 
open. The guy didn't have to force his very fat cock 
into her and she felt hot and gooey. He started 
pounding her while watching the older woman on the 
other bed. She was now on her knees sucking a very long 
black cock while the oriental was pumping her ass like 
there was no tomorrow.

There were two other guys waiting their turn, both of 
them stroking hard meat. From the way the bitch under 
him was moving, he felt she could take on at least two 
if not three. He pulled out and rolled her over. Shit! 
The cunt was so hot she was scrambling to her knees. 
The guy pealed her ass apart and plugged in as one of 
the other guys slid his cock into her mouth. Aaron had 
fucked lots of women in his life time but had never 
come on as hot a bitch as this broad. Jesus! She was 
fucking back at him like she was possessed. He'd have 
to remember to tell Stephan about this bitch.

The front room was rather quiet compared to the 
bedroom. Several guys were still snorting coke and the 
liquor flowed. Guys kept coming out of the bedroom to 
be replace with new meat. Around eleven, seven teenage 
guys pounded on the door and the guys in the front room 
were so stoned they let them in. The kids went crazy 
watching all the nude guys walking around in the front 
room but when one of them stumbled into the bedroom... 
The gang bang took on another dimension.

The kids quickly kicked out their elders... After all, 
they were just about beat anyway... And then fucked the 
two women until there wasn't a hard cock in the place.

It was after four before the last guy left. They 
staggered down the hall in twos and threes, talking 
loudly and there were several complaints to the 
management about the boisterous people in the hall at 
such and early hour. Connie had a splitting headache 
and rolled to her side. Carol was on her back on the 
other bed, snoring. Connie couldn't believe the sight 
that greeted her. There was jizm all over the woman on 
the other bed. Shit! Her hair looked like it was 
frosted! Her breasts had hicky's all over them and her 
dark bush was just a mess of semen.

Connie struggled to the bathroom and almost fainted 
when the creature in the mirror stared back at her. Her 
hair was matted in several places with gooey cum and 
her breasts didn't look much better than Carol's. Her 
cunt was raw and sore. There were streaks of cum all 
over her. Fuck! If Rich ever saw her like this, he'd 
kick the shit out of her and then kick her out on her 
ass. Carol was right. This just might work!?

She opened her cosmetic case and brought out a little 
coke, she'd hid in the lining. Jesus! She needed a hit. 
The cocaine jolted her awake and she felt the high of 
what? Fifteen... Twenty guys fucking her. Her asshole 
was sore, her jaws aching... All the pain and soreness 
slipped away and all she could imagine was Willy 
watching this and laughing his ass off. She was sure he 
would... If he only knew... She did it for him. God! 
That Carol was an animal... Taking on three, four at a 
time but then so did she. Oh! Willy! Oh! Willy!


CHAPTER TEN 
***********

After spending the afternoon at the condo, I lost my 
pursuit and headed back to the cabin. I figured the 
surveillance only picked me up at the condo and that 
made me confident they really had no idea where the 
cabin was... Or even knew there was a cabin. I stoked 
up the fire and checked on the plants. They were 
growing like crazy and I was positive I was going to 
have a bumper crop by mid-February. I was stoked!! 
Before dark, I wandered through the maze of tin cans 
I'd strung up behind the cabin. Then climbed the 
stairs, torched up a joint and sat in the hot tub 
trying to conjure up what the fuck was going on? I 
wasn't very successful and finally crashed a little 
after nine.

It was Saturday afternoon before I came down off the 
mountain. I stopped on the Strip and picked up the 
video equipment I wired the hotel room with. The tapes 
were missing and I wondered who ripped them off? 
Probably Carol?? I stopped at the condo but neither the 
girls or my surveillance were there... After all it's 
Saturday... Government workers don't work on Saturday!

I lounged around and even invited Mrs. Abernathy to 
Thirst-busters for dinner but she had a date. Mrs. 
Abernathy... A date??!! Erin was sitting in the front 
room when I got back from Mrs. Abernathy's... She was 
reviewing a case and didn't have time for a stoner with 
only one thing on his mind. What the fuck was going on?

Terry had emailed me a couple of days ago saying she 
could use some more reefer. She was selling dope like 
ice cream in the Summer time and I was having a hard 
time keeping up with the demand. I was even giving her 
the cigar joints I'd rolled with so much care from the 
farm in Idaho. The fresh stuff, I was saving for 
myself. I called her.

After meeting Terry at the Galleria Mall, I ended up at 
a teeny bopper party in Green Valley. I didn't notice 
my friends until I left the mall. I was a little 
stoned. Ok, Real stoned and didn't know where I picked 
them up. I decided to lead them right where I was 
going. I'd been to this place several times before and 
was pretty familiar with the neighborhood. Time to lose 
these idiots.

I parked about a block away from the party and slowly 
got out of the car. The surveillance drove right by me 
and I got a pretty good look at the guy in the 
passenger seat. When they turned the corner, I sprinted 
across the street and down a few houses. I sat in the 
bushes and watched them circle the block again. They 
finally parked about a block away and I was sure they 
had some sort of night vision shit with them as I could 
hardly make out their car.

I meandered through a couple of yards and came in 
through the back door of the party. There were about 
twenty kids there... Mostly high school age... Some 
younger. There were several guys in the kitchen playing 
some drinking game at the kitchen table.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" One of the kids got up and 
confronted me. I could smell beer on his breath and 
backed away a little.

"Eric here?"

Just then Eric came through the kitchen door and called 
out, "Willy! All right, the party can start!" The kid 
standing in front of me backed away and I went to greet 
Eric. He was a good looking, tall blonde kid, probably 
a junior or senior. His parents were always going out 
of town and he liked to party. I met him through Gary's 
kid, Al, at some other party and he invited me to his 
place one night. I'd often thought of sounding him out 
about doing a little video work but had never run 
across a lady he'd been strokin'.

We ended up in a back bedroom and I gave him an ounce. 
"Hey! Thanks, Willy. You want to hang around for a 
while? There're about a dozen girls coming over in a 
little while." I usually only spent a few minutes... 
And sometimes it was hard to make a connection... But 
the word was getting around. I'm always looking for 
distributors but just certain kinds... Hungry young 
ladies... And there were plenty of them in this town.

"Aaah... Could I use your phone?"

"Sure, right over there. And there's some beer in the 
refrigerator." He wandered out of the bedroom and I 
dialed Erin. She picked up on the third ring and I 
explained what I wanted her to do. She bitched and 
moaned about it for the requisite time but finally 
agreed to it.

I wandered about the party for about ten minutes. Eric 
was right. About a dozen young ladies barged through 
the door, laughing and making a whole lot of noise. The 
front room was now a haze of marijuana smoke, even the 
guys from the kitchen had quit their drinking games. I 
helped several of the young ladies roll joints or light 
their bongs. If any of them wondered what a fifty-
something guy was doing there, they didn't ask. I'm 
pretty sure most of them knew I was the candy man.

I was in the bedroom, peeking out the window. Erin was 
making her way up the street rather stealthily, I might 
add. She got into the van and pulled a "U" turn, with 
the lights out, and was off. My pursuers shot by about 
three minutes later and I could almost hear the 
screeching of their tires as they pulled away from the 
curb. I started laughing.

"What you laughing at... Mister?"

She was black, her hair done up in corn rows or 
whatever. Not bad looking but I'd had little or no 
experience with black ladies... Tall, too. Was looking 
right straight into my eyes. I mumbled something.

She laughed. "I hear you help girls out every once and 
a while... True?"

I glanced over at the door. It was open and there was 
another young lady standing there. She was also black. 
Shorter, stockier and not quite as good looking, 
sporting a big afro or whatever you call it now a days. 
The girl I was talking to was hardly fifteen, maybe 
sixteen... Her friend, the same age. I nodded my head 
ever so slightly. No sense in being a total fool. She 
kept talking. "You an equal opportunity employer?" I 
nodded my head again, never once looking at her face 
but staring at her friend.

"I'm free all night... Tonight... My parents went back 
to Compton for the weekend... But I've got a friend." 
She nodded her head toward the door. "Still cool?"

I whispered, "She free all night?"

She nodded and I continued. "You familiar with the 
Albertson's up on Warm Springs?" The place was only 
about six blocks away and I wasn't sure the ladies were 
old enough to drive. She nodded her head. "I'll drive 
by the front of the store in about a half hour... If 
you're there... Cool... If not, no sweat." She smiled 
at me... All teeth and real white, turned and headed 
for the door. I watched her butt wiggle in her jeans 
and a real nice butt it was.

I made a phone call, left the bedroom and wandered 
through the crowd on the way to the back yard. I found 
Eric talking with two very good looking ladies in the 
kitchen. I scanned the crowd but couldn't find my black 
friends. 

"Hey! Man... A blast... Real cool... But I gotta go, 
man... " I let that trail of into nothing. Eric laughed 
and threw his arm around me on the way to the door, 
thanking me for the dope I laid on the party.

I walked out toward the street and then darted down the 
block for a couple of houses. I broke into a trot at 
the corner and found the Mercedes right where I told 
Erin to park it. I was in the Albertson's parking lot 
less than fifteen minutes after the girls left the 
bedroom.


CHAPTER ELEVEN 
**************

There they were. Walking around the corner from Warm 
Springs. I started the car and maneuvered toward them; 
came up behind them and opened the door as I stopped. 
They looked surprised until I called, "Get in." Off we 
went. The two of them were in the front seat kind of 
sharing the passenger seat. I chuckled a little. The 
skinny one was almost sitting on the other's lap.

We didn't talk until I got on 95 heading North. I'd 
done a lot of bobbing and weaving just to make sure the 
coast was clear but then I was stoned so who knows?? I 
wasn't thinking with my head.

"What exactly did you young ladies have in mind?" I got 
off 95 at Rancho and headed up toward the Fiesta. "We 
got three choices... The car... I can get a room at the 
Fiesta... Or we can go up to the cabin. My wife and 
daughter will be there... Either of you got a boy 
friend?"

Total silence. Finally. "What exactly are you talking 
about?" From the chubby one.

"I thought you wanted some reefer? Right?"

Quickly, "Yea... Yea... Sherice heard you sometimes let 
girls sell a little. Right?"

"How much?"

"Maybe... An ounce or two?"

"You got the money?"

"Aaah... We heard you kind of let us borrow it until we 
could pay you back."

"Wow! I hardly know you. You take my dope and split or 
go to the cops and I'm fucked."

"Well... We kind of heard that sometimes you like to 
take pictures of... Well, you know..."

"The cabin, then?"

"Yea." It was both of them. I parked in the Fiesta 
parking lot.

"You two stay here. I've gotta set up some shit. 
Serious... Either of you got a brother, friend that'd 
like to party with us?"

They were silent. "Well, think about it. There's a 
baggie in the glove compartment and a bong. I'll be 
back in a minute."

Erin was pissed. What was this young lady doing in the 
van? And who is she?

"Erin... Erin, I was there. Last Tuesday night. Down 
getting stoned with Mrs. A. Saw him leave about eleven. 
What was he fourteen, fifteen... Come on, Erin. Don't 
bullshit me. You're as perverted as both Carol and I. 
You just hide it better. Come play with me. Bring 
Terry... She's your daughter. Come on, baby."

Silence. I start to hang up the phone, figuring she 
wasn't going to play. I wasn't going to force her. This 
was up to her. The "Where?" was a whisper.

"The cabin... about an hour. Can you make it?"

I was back out to the Mercedes. Inside was a haze of 
marijuana smoke. I inhaled deeply and turned to the 
rear. Both of them were lounging in the back seat. I 
laughed and said. "Well??"

They both looked at me like I was stoned. I laughed and 
climbed in the back with them. Sat right in between 
them. "Now... Ladies... Let's make it a party. Two or 
three would be better... Come on now."

I leaned over and kissed Sherice. She was the one who 
approached me. Her lips were dry but I quickly licked 
them wet. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she 
tasted wonderful. Her tongue was very active.

I turned to her friend. "Well??" I put my arm around 
her shoulder and let my hand dangle on her breast. She 
snuggled closer and I kissed her, allowing my hand to 
massage a very large teenage breast. She damn near 
sucked my tongue into her mouth.

"Come on, girls... Times a wastin'."

The one with the big tits blurted out. "Sherice has a 
brother and he's a hunk."

"You fuck him?"

Sherice blurted out. "Every time she can and that's 
usually about three... four times a week."

The one with the big tits leaned forward and spat back. 
"Well... When I'm not... You are. He says he fucks you 
once a day." I started laughing.

"And what's your name?"

"Beth... And you are?"

"Willy T. Who else would I be!"

I was frenching wildly with Beth and massaging those 
large breasts of hers when Sherice got back from the 
phone. We were off in minutes and driving back down to 
Green Valley.

The trio of them weren't a day over fourteen. I laughed 
as they trooped into the back seat. The girls moved to 
the front and Beth massaged my thigh as we headed up 
the mountain. I was stoked, Erin was there ahead of us.

I sent the boys ahead. Terry had all the cameras turned 
on and was going to more than cooperative. She had the 
door open before the three of them were half way up the 
stairs. "Mom... Dad's home."

Erin was a riot. She rushed out on to the patio and I 
knew she was a player. She was wearing just a large "T" 
shirt. I started getting hard as I proceeded the girls 
up the stairs.

Everyone was trying to fit on to the patio until I 
shooed them all inside. Jimmy, Sherices' brother, 
seemed to be the leader and immediately started to look 
around for the dope. The cabin was a haze of marijuana 
smoke. Terry hugged me and whispered, "Thanks. It's 
perfect." I slid my hand down the back of her short 
shorts and rubbed her bare bottom. One of the young 
black guys noticed and pointed it out to the third one. 
They both grabbed their crotches and rubbed their 
cocks. I was growing like a weed and walked by Sherice 
and Beth on the way to the bedroom.

I visited the bathroom and then walked back out into 
the front room. Terry was gabbing with number two and 
three while Jimmy was pushing the bong to Erin. At 
first she refused but when I sat next to her, she 
acquiesced and took a big drag.

Terry was dragging the other two to the hot tub when I 
disengaged from Erin and Jimmy and went to join Sherice 
and Beth. They were still standing by the door. I 
brought them closer to the wood stove. We shared a bong 
full or two while watching number two and three get out 
of their clothes by the hot tub. Terry was already 
naked standing in the middle, her breasts all tight. 
Her nipples and areole were almost the same size, the 
nipples sticking out about a half an inch.


CHAPTER TWELVE 
**************

I put an arm around each of them and said. "This way 
ladies... I think the young men will get along just 
fine." Off to the bedroom we went. I made sure we had a 
bong full and my cock was surging with blood as the 
magic flowed through my veins.

I closed the door and guided them over to the bed. They 
sat on their own and I passed Sherice the bong. She 
hesitated just a second when she saw the bone in my 
jeans... Straight up my belly and just hard as snot. I 
smiled at her as she took a big hit and passed the bong 
to Beth. I pushed myself between them and leaned back. 
Beth passed the bong to me but I just rubbed her hip.

She held the tip to my lips and I hit on the bong. She 
passed the bong to Sherice and off we went. I rolled 
damn near on top of her and started grinding my cock 
against her well padded belly. I could feel her breasts 
squash against my chest. I had my tongue buried in her 
mouth and rolled away from Sherice. I pushed Beth away 
a bit and started to unbutton her blouse. She was 
reaching behind herself to unsnap her bra and when it 
came open, her blouse got very full and heavy. I 
hurried to get them out. Her hands now came to my 
crotch and she grabbed me with both hands. I started 
humping her hands and buried my face between her 
chocolate tits.

They were huge and the areole were so dark, her nipples 
flaccid. Not for long as I had one of them in my mouth 
and was teasing it with my tongue. She had my jeans 
open and I reached for her waist. We both struggled to 
get each of our pants down far enough to fuck. I knew 
she was going to be wet and waiting. I finally wiggled 
her jeans and panties down around her ankles and ran my 
hand up her bare leg until I had it buried in a very 
hairy bush. Her cunt lips were fat, thick hair covered 
labia. I wormed a finger into her and she moaned into 
my throat. Her hands were now around my bare cock, 
stroking it.

She was greasy; wet and ready. My finger was coated 
with her scent when I smelled it and then sucked it 
into my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a cock and 
then wormed it into her again. I looked up from our 
kiss to see where Sherice was. She was staring into my 
eyes. I winked at her and went back to finger banging 
her friend.

Beth's hands were really working on my cock and I 
figured she wanted it bad. I struggled to my feet and 
took off my jeans. I was pulling off my "T" shirt and 
she was shucking off her blouse and bra. Her baggie 
jeans came next and she was naked except for her tennis 
shoes and socks. "Cool!" I thought. I pulled her to the 
edge of the bed and she came more than willingly, 
scooting her fat ass across the bed. She was staring at 
my pecker. It was hard as rock. I hadn't had a reltne 
like this since? Shit! Less than a week ago with Terry.

I dropped to my knees and Sherice cried out. "Fuck! 
He's gonna lick your pussy, Beth!" I sure was and dove 
right in. Her cunt lips pealed right apart and like 
they say, "It's all pink inside." I ate to my hearts 
content, occasionally pausing to pull several of her 
pubic hairs out of my mouth. She was a swamp when I got 
to my feet and pulled her legs up to my shoulders. I 
reached down between us and guided my cock home. She 
almost sucked me into her cunt and was wild below me. I 
was pounding to beat the band. Her head was rolling 
back and forth on the mattress, her tits jiggling on 
her chest... Big balloons of flesh moving about on her 
like jello. I watched as my white cock disappeared into 
a mass of black, curly pubic hair.

She was so wet and tight, gripping me when I dragged 
myself out of her. I was in a high state of lust and 
just pounded until she tensed up and bellowed out her 
orgasm. "Oh fuck! I'm cummmming!" Her cunt felt like a 
hand on my cock pulling the orgasm right out of me. I 
jerked around above her until I could just feel her 
pussy squeezing me every few seconds or so. I flexed my 
cock and she squeezed me real hard.

I pulled out and found Sherice dragging her jeans down. 
Her blouse was already off and she had a nice pair of 
tits, a deep brown with dark brown nipples... Not quite 
black. Tan is a better word, I guess. Her jeans were 
half way down when I reached for her legs. I dragged 
her to the side of the bed and pulled off her jeans. I 
could see the mat of dark, cunt hair through her white 
panties. I reached for them and Sherice lifted her ass 
off the bed to assist me. While not near as hairy as 
Beth, Sherice had a nice snatch between her legs. I 
knelt at her alter and buried my face into her loins.

She started squiggling around almost as soon as I 
licked her cunt. Her pussy was much tighter than her 
friend's. I teased her small clitoris until she was 
panting and then crawled between her legs. I poked my 
cock into her jungle and worked it around until I could 
feel her open up. In I went and Sherice damn near burst 
my ear drums. I poked further into her and it came out 
a moan, deep and from the chest. Her nipples were tiny 
looking dark knobs of skin on top of her breasts.

I dragged myself out of her only to thrust forward and 
bury myself in her warmth. She bit my shoulder and I 
started fucking her in eeriest. Hard, deep thrusts and 
she wiggled around under me like a worm. Her legs had 
snaked up around my waist and I was like a freight 
train driving into a tunnel. A very tight tunnel. I 
finally came to rest as the burning reached my groin 
from my thighs. They were shaking and I had to rest. 
Beth gobbled up my still hard cock and started sucking 
my brains out through the head of my dick.

Most of the rest is history, as they say. I remember 
struggling up to the loft after I finished with the 
girls. I could hardly walk but I was sure they weren't 
going any place. They were both crashed, under the 
covers. It was quiet and not a soul was moving. I went 
to the film room and rewound several of the tapes. I 
found a spot where Erin is getting it from number two 
or three while she sucked off Jimmy. The kid had a nice 
big cock and I hoped I had a little of him and Terry. 
The kid behind Erin was fucking up a storm. The 
contrast between his dark skin and Erin's blonde hair 
was tremendous. I was getting aroused watching it. I 
fast forwarded until the kid pulled out his cock and 
squirted several spurts of semen on her butt and back.

Fuck! It was great! Jimmy didn't waste any time and 
unloaded a torrent of cum into Erin's mouth. It 
dribbled out the side of her mouth which was wrapped 
around this fat, black cock. Out of this fucking world! 
I cleaned out the hot tub and checked on the plants. 
Erin was up at nine or so. The rest didn't crawl out of 
bed until well after noon. By that time Erin had 
already previewed a little of the video and was 
assuring me that, "That couldn't be me, Willy!" I 
laughed and pulled her to me. We kissed for a very long 
time.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN 
****************

I had it edited and ready to go by mid-week. Showed it 
to Carol. She went bonkers... Better than her mock 
rape, she said. Well, I wasn't too sure about that but 
took it to Jay anyway. He was more excited than Carol 
and we settled on an even bigger sum than for the 
"rape" thing. Shit! It didn't even have any of me in it 
with Sherice and Beth (I thought that part was pretty 
good, too!). Just Erin and Terry with three very horny, 
black teenagers.

Later in the week, I talked Erin into hunting for 
another woman... Not a teenager... Maybe, even her age, 
who would be interested in doing a little video work 
for a little extra income. She said she'd try but I 
wasn't too hopeful anything would come of it.

Carol brought by the gang bang video some time during 
the week... I was stoned, sitting in the editing room, 
just goofing. I didn't even hear the car. She hated to 
drive down the lane now that it was a mess of snow, mud 
and ice. So, I was surprised to see her.

"Aaah! There you are." She came up behind me and 
watched as I just fucked the shit out of Terry. We'd 
made it about a week ago. "Cookies" is what I titled 
it. She's a girl scout selling cookies. Watching it, 
I'd come up with a great fucking idea. A little 
surprise for my friends, the government workers or 
whoever?

The tape was rather unique. If I say so myself... 
Looked like we had no idea we were being filmed. I was 
getting pretty good at etching in some cum as I edited. 
Pain in the ass but well worth it for the ascetic 
value. I wasn't quite done with it and was still fixing 
up this and that.

"That the same girl who was with Erin?" I just nodded 
my head. "Hey! Do me a favor and edit this... Two 
different... One with both of us and the other with 
just her. I don't even appear. Got it?"

I nodded that I did and followed her to the door. She 
was with a guy in a four by four. He looked fairly 
young and was very well dressed. A little over college 
age. Early thirties, I figured. "A new friend?" I 
asked.

She just nodded her head, kissed my cheek and then 
whispered. "You're going to love this tape and I've got 
just the guy to give it to. He's gonna go ape shit... 
Worse than the sting and we get the prize... All three 
of us. I can hardly wait."

I was in lust most of the afternoon watching the three 
tapes from the hotel room I'd wired. Fuckin' "A" plenty 
of material here to make two videos. I started to work 
and went on for two days, almost non-stop until I had 
rough cuts of each. They were pretty good but I knew I 
could make them better. Now, I finally realized why 
Connie was in town and why it was so hush-hush? Carol 
was going for the throat and I was sure ol' Rich was 
going to get a copy of the one with just Connie in 
it... Well, kind of??!!

I was taking a mid-day nap when my beeper went off. It 
was Erin and I drove up to the store to call her back.

"Aaah... Willy?"

"Yeah."

"Thirst-busters at six... Ok?"

"Yeah."

Hardly worth the drive to the store but I left about 
four anyway and made my way into town. I parked up by 
Thirst-busters, hopped the wall and wandered through 
the condo area. I found them right away. Parked down 
the street from the only entrance and exit. Same car... 
Same guys. I was positive.

I entered Thirst-busters at exactly six and found a 
table in the upper bar. It was crowded. The two of them 
walked in about fifteen minutes later. Erin and this 
younger woman, about twenty-nine, maybe thirty. I waved 
and they came up to the table.

"Willy... This is Babs... She works down the hall from 
me. She's a legal secretary for one of the partners."

We shook. The girls sat down. Babs got up to visit the 
powder room after the waitress left with our drink 
order. I looked at Erin as if to say, "Ok... I'm 
here... What's the deal?"

Erin was silent for a few moments and then blurted out. 
"I think Babs likes young guys?" I remained silent. 
This wasn't exactly what I was looking for but I might 
as well let it play out. "Well... Willy... I've never 
done this before... Shit! I don't know?" I laughed and 
saw Babs walking back from the rest room.

"Why do you think she likes young guys?"

"She as much told me so at lunch the other day. We were 
both staring at the same guy... Early twenties... Nice 
butt... Well, you get the picture." A long shot at 
best. Babs sat down and it wasn't until then that I 
noticed this lady had a blouse full of breast meat... 
Huge tits. I excused myself and went to use the phone. 
The chances of setting up something on this short 
notice was not very high but might worth the effort... 
Just to get a look at her tits! Ha! Ha! I was turning 
into a slime ball... In a city of slime balls.

The phone rang three times and then the answering 
machine went on. All it said was "Leave a message," no 
name, no nothing. "Eric... Willy... Pick up if you're 
there." The phone was picked up almost immediately.

"Yea! Willy... What's happening?" I heard the answering 
machine click off in the background.

"Over at Thirst-busters and thought you might like to 
come by and meet a lady... If you got the time?" What 
the fuck... Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He had to 
know I was fucking around with high school cunt? Who 
knows what he thought I was talking about?

He was silent for a moment and then. "Yea, sounds cool. 
I need to bring anything?"

"Nah, I got that covered."

"Half an hour at most."

I hung up and walked back to the ladies. They were 
gabbing about some sale or something like that. I sat 
and looked Babs over. Nice looking lady, short, light 
brown hair... Not very tall, about Erin's height but 
that's where the similarity ended. This woman was top 
heavy and not self-conscious about it either. The first 
two buttons of her blouse were undone and there was a 
hint, just hint, of cleavage where her blouse came 
together.

During the next thirty minutes or so I learned that she 
was married to a guy who was managing a car place that 
does oil changes and that kind of shit. I was very 
evasive about what I did... Talked a little about 
photography but other than that didn't say much. Eric 
walked in about when he said he would and if I'd been 
more into the conversation, I might have missed him.

I waved and he headed right up to the table. I 
introduced him to the ladies and immediately knew 
Erin'd scored. Babs couldn't take her eyes off him. I 
ordered another round and when the waitress asked for 
Eric's I.D., I assured her that my son was indeed 
twenty-one. Babs' eyes got real wide. I smiled at her. 
The drinks came and we shot the shit for about twenty 
minutes.

Erin was quiet the whole time and I was impressed with 
Eric as he dived right into the conversation with a 
gusto. I mentioned that we could be drinking cheaper 
booze at the condo and it was just minutes before the 
four of us wandered out of Thirst-busters and on to the 
condo. Babs and Eric walked ahead of Erin and I.

"Well, how we doing so far?" I laughed a little.

"Where'd you find him?"

"Trade secret," I continued laughing.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN 
****************

We settled in the condo. I immediately packed a bong 
and started it around. It didn't phase Babs in the 
least as she took a very large hit off the bong when it 
was her turn. Eric was definitely interested and 
without a word from me was spending most of his time 
flirting with Babs. I laughed to myself and watched 
Erin as she tried to figured out what was going to 
happen. I was pretty sure she had no idea the condo had 
just about as many cameras as the cabin.

The four of us were stoned as shit when I rose and 
said, "Let's hit the hot tub." Erin looked a little 
embarrassed. Babs looked interested and Eric, I was 
sure, had the makin's of a woody in his jeans. I 
torched up another pipe full and the four of us made 
our way to the bathroom. I'd had the hot tub cooking 
off since I arrived earlier and steam filled the 
bathroom.

I pulled off my shirt and Erin just stared as Eric 
stripped off his jeans. His jockey shorts sported a 
cucumber of a hard-on. I started laughing and the girls 
joined me as both of them stared at Eric's boner. I was 
naked and wading into the hot tub when Babs started to 
unbutton her blouse. Erin was shucking off her skirt. 
Eric was out of his jeans and shorts. Babs paused as 
she unbuttoned her blouse and just stared at the cock 
on my teenaged friend.

While not any thicker than mine, Eric's boner had about 
two, maybe three inches on me and was as hard as 
rock... Right up against his belly. Babs continued to 
unbutton her blouse and Eric went to help her. Her 
blouse was soon lying on the floor and after her bra 
joined it, Eric started sucking on a very large pair of 
pear shaped breasts. They had quite a sag to them but 
the mass made up for it. Her areole were huge, like the 
painted nose cones of a rocket ship with huge nickel 
size nipples... All a light brown.

I just watched as Erin joined me in the hot tub. Eric 
was helping Babs off with her skirt and then her panty 
hose. Her bush was rather sparse but the rest was grade 
"A." Not a real great butt, though. Ha! Ha! I pulled 
Erin to me and we started kissing. I was watching Eric 
a little - Ok - a lot. He'd pulled Babs into the hot 
tub and the two of them were going at it like crazy. 
She was pulling on Eric's cock and he had a hand buried 
in her crotch, just fingering the fuck out of her.

I was hard as cement and pushed Erin to her knees. She 
wasted little time and was soon sucking my brains out 
through the head of my dick. Eric had mounted Babs on 
the side of the tub and was stroking his cock in and 
out of her like a run away train. Erin's mouth was 
sliding back and forth on my cock like she hadn't been 
laid in weeks and I was getting a pretty good buzz 
watching Eric and Babs go at it.

Eric appeared to be about ready to flood Babs cunt with 
cum so I gently pushed Erin away and went over to get 
seconds. Babs was filling the tile bathroom with lots 
of noise and my cock bobbed in front of me as I walked 
across the tub. About half way there Eric tensed up and 
his tight buns went into overdrive. Babs' legs were up 
around his hips and I started laughing. Shit! I don't 
know why? Stoned, I guess?!

Eric slowly rolled from between Babs' legs, his cock 
shrinking rapidly. I wasted no time and climbed over 
the hot thing I'd been watching. If she was freaked out 
about dad fucking her after junior just deposited a 
load in her, she didn't complain. My cock sunk into a 
very warm, wet cunt and I started fucking her like a 
wild man. She was thrusting her ass up off the padding 
and I was sinking every millimeter into her with every 
thrust.

Her moans and groans turned into actual words about 
four or five minutes later. "OH YEAH! Harder... 
Faster... FUCK!" The fuck was long and drawn out and 
that's exactly what I was doing. Her cunt, while some 
what tight when I entered was getting sloppy and 
nowhere near as tight as some I'd been in lately... But 
then they'd all been teenagers!

"Joe Cocker" made an appearance but I kept pounding my 
dick in and out of her like a man possessed. I would 
have kept on but Eric tapped me on the shoulder. He was 
sporting a real nice boner and I figured he wanted a 
little more of this lady. I pushed myself off of Babs 
and slid into the hot water. Eric rolled her over and 
the lady scrambled to her knees. Eric was in her like a 
hot knife in warm butter and the fun continued. I moved 
to her head and maneuvered her face to my crotch. She 
gobbled me up and the party continued.

Erin was sitting across the hot tub, dangling her feet 
in the water and I motioned her over to me. She was 
giggling, almost laughing as she crossed the hot tub. I 
laid back and Erin didn't need any encouragement, she 
threw a leg over my chest and sat her very wet pussy 
right on my face. I was licking a lot of dark, curly 
hair initially but eventually got my hands on her butt 
about the time I tasted some cunt. I reamed and licked 
and sucked on Erin's cunt until I could hear her 
filling the bathroom with moans and groans.

Babs was damn near deep-throating me and if Erin hadn't 
been making so much noise, I'm sure I could have heard 
the slapping Eric was making as he plowed his cock in 
and out of her upraised behind. Oh! This was good! I 
could hardly wait to start editing and then "Ol' Joe" 
made another appearance. I jerked around under both of 
the women for a few seconds and then had to push Erin 
off my face as she was suffocating me.

Eric was still fucking Babs' brains out and I watched 
her tits swaying back and forth as he pounded in and 
out of her. The slapping sound filled the tiled 
bathroom. I yelled. "Pull out, Eric!" Probably because 
I was stoned... Ah! Who knows? 

He did almost immediately and shot a huge load of cum 
all over Babs' ass and back. I scrambled around and 
watched some of it dribble down between her butt cheeks 
and then rammed my cock into her, by now, gapping 
vagina lips. I was off to the races again. Erin was 
still turned on and dragged Eric across the hot tub and 
started working on his pecker. Babs was non-stop 
yelling and screaming when I pried apart her ass and 
watched her anus twitch around as I fucked the shit out 
of her.

The rest was a haze of more dope smoking, more sucking 
and fucking... Eric even fucked her monster tits but by 
that time was just about out of semen for the day and 
only dribbled a couple of weak spurts on to her chest. 
Erin and I were sitting on the edge of the hot tub, 
egging him on. After things settled down, I talked to 
both Babs and Eric to see if they'd be interested in 
making a video. When I mentioned the money, Babs' eyes 
lit up like the Strip at twilight. I figured I'd wait a 
few days to tell them that I'd all ready shot all the 
film I needed. I was sure neither of them would mind.


EPILOGUE
********

The phone rang three times before Rich picked it up. It 
was a guy he hadn't heard from in several years. Shit! 
It'd been closer to ten if his memory served him 
correctly? This guy used to buy some home made porno 
films from Rich back in the late eighties. Rich was 
reminiscing about that time, so long ago, as the guy 
droned on and on about this great gang bang film he'd 
gotten. Some older woman fucking the shit out of about 
fifteen or twenty young guys... The greatest film he'd 
ever seen... Thought Rich might like a copy? What the 
fuck!? He agreed to meet the guy the next day then all 
but forgot about it until the guy called him just 
before they were to meet.

Larry and Doug were staked out at the entrance of 
Willy's condo community. 

The afternoon was rather warm for this time of year... 
A late Indian Summer? Four rather young looking girl 
scouts were making their way down the street behind the 
stake out car. The tallest, maybe the oldest, said, 
"There they are... You guys ready?" The three smaller 
ones echoed, almost as one, "Yea!"

When the first girl scout poked her head into the car, 
Larry almost reached for his gun. His vision was very 
soon concentrated on the gap in her uniform blouse 
which was unbuttoned to the waist. Her girlish breasts 
were almost visible to his eyes, the swell of her tits 
clearly visible... About the only things that weren't 
visible were her nipples and Larry was dying to get a 
glimpse of them.

"You guys interested in buying some cookies?" The other 
girls were surrounding the car and all of them had 
their uniform tops partially unbuttoned. Bare pubescent 
breasts were plentiful! Doug and Larry were statues. 
One of the girls got in the back seat and poured them a 
coke. Larry drank deeply as she climbed over into the 
front seat. Fuck! What were these cock teases up to? 
Just fucking with some older guys? Kids today were so 
much different. Jesus H. Christ! He was getting a hard-
on and it seemed like everyone of the girls was staring 
at his cock. The one at the window was getting in the 
back seat.

Oh! Fuck! She's showing me her tits. About a handful 
with round, light brown areole. About quarter size with 
a nice nub of nipple growing out of it. His cock ached 
in his pants. Fuck! He didn't ever remember having a 
boner like this. Larry looked over at Doug and found 
the young thing between them, pulling Doug's cock out 
of his pants. Jesus! His partner was hung! No wonder he 
made the remark about size of his cock. Wow! She's 
going down on him!

Mindi moved to the back of the front seat. She looked 
over and found Traci's light brown pig tails flailing 
around as her head bounced up and down over the other 
guy's groin. Traci loved to suck cock. Couldn't get 
enough. She wondered if the coke made girls horny, too? 
Traci seemed a little more excited this afternoon. 
Maybe the guy had a big cock? Everything was right on 
schedule. She wondered if the old man knew it was going 
to happen?

"Hey! Can you guys give us a ride home? My mom's out 
until nine o'clock. Come on, pleaaase?"

Larry had the car started before the "please" became 
silence... Well, not total silence as you could hear 
the car idling. "Which way?

Mindi pointed back behind them and off they all went. 
Larry hadn't noticed that the other two had got in the 
car. There were now three in the back seat and they 
were also showing him their breasts. Larry almost hit 
the curb when Mindi called out. "Turn right..."

end

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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