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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Revenge"{Frederick T.}(MFf oral anal)[3/5]
Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 22:10:03 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Revenge
Part: 3 of 5
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MFf oral anal)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1998 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they 
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people 
live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as 
anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat 
each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                                  "Revenge"
                                  Part Three
                               (MFf oral anal)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

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

    I had just topped the Baker grade and was picking up speed like a demon.  
I could see state line in the distance and figured I'd be arriving at the 
condo in about forty minutes.  I started laughing for no reason.  Well, 
really, there were a lot of reasons.  I was stoned as shit, having just 
finished one of my classic cigar joints and thinking about last night's dinner 
again.  It was a riot.....

    Connie was right.  Rich was as uncomfortable as hell at a Japanese place.  
I was right at home and the uniform went over like gang busters.  We had young 
Japanese waitresses all over us, all night.  I got drunker than snot, drinking 
Asahi Dry; was telling war stories about the orient and had a great, fucking 
time.  Connie kept reaching over and giving my thigh a squeeze every once and 
a while.  Fuck !  I was on cloud nine.

    Rich was disappointed as hell I couldn't get a hold of this "tech 
transfer" wizard, I knew.  I told him he was out of the country, transferring 
technology...What else !.....I started laughing again.....I promised Rich I'd 
call him and set up a lunch date as soon as the guy got back into the country.  
After dinner, they dropped me off at the Hilton and I grabbed a couple of 
"z's" before getting up early and taking a cab to Erin's.

    She'd been in the shower and was just wearing a towel when she came to the 
door.  Who else would be calling at 0630 ?  I hope not many.  I tore off the 
uniform and joined her in the shower.  We spent a little time on the toilet, 
too.  She bounced up and down on my very hard cock as I sucked on her very 
turgid nipples.

    We were in the kitchen.  She was drinking a cup of instant coffee and I 
was drinking o.j.  She hadn't asked a thing since I arrived but I knew she was 
dying to know what was going on.  I was finally ready to let her in on the 
gig.  "Erin...Talk to Rich lately ?"

    She just stared at me.  I knew she was trying to decide whether to tell 
me.  After a long, few moments, she shook her head.  "Let me guess...You met 
him in a bar and it was probably shortly after Connie found you and gave you 
the mural and the Surfer Magazine...Right ?"  Another pause and then she 
nodded her head.  I continued.  "He's a good looking guy.  I've heard he's 
great in bed.  Takes you out a few times.  You have a good time.  The sex is 
good and then you end up with him at a motel or some place else and all of a 
sudden you're not alone...You're a little smashed...And things get a little 
out of control...Shit !  We've all been there and done that.  About two years 
ago Carol had the same thing happen to her with the same guy...Only they 
didn't take pictures.  I was drugged and tied up in a chair in the corner of 
the room and got to watch.  They had a great time...So did Carol...Most of the 
time.  I think I've told you this before but it was late at night and you 
probably don't remember much of it...And who would've thought the cock sucker 
would do it again ?"

    She was looking at the floor.  "He hasn't called lately...Has he ?"  She 
shook her head back and forth.  "Erin...Look at me...I meant what I said the 
other night...Live life the way you want to....I'm not here to judge you.  
Jesus !  I'm hardly an example.  If they're underage, I'm out of control...A 
total pervert.  Couldn't keep my dick in my pants if it had an anchor on 
it..."  She started laughing and then I outlined the plan.

    Before she went to work, I told her.  "I'd like you to keep calling him 
for a couple of days...Play the dumb broad who just hasn't figured out yet 
that her steady fuck is through with her but after that you've got to avoid 
him like the plague because he's really going to get burned on this one and if 
we're lucky, he'll never know it was us....."  And then I left for 'Vegas.....

    I called Carol from the condo and was lucky she was in the office.  
"...I'm back, lover."  Her mouth was uncontrollable, jabbering away at a mile 
a minute.  She wanted to come home this minute but I told her not to piss off 
Frank, her boss.

    She laughed.  "Jesus !  Willy...He's more excited about the stud in my 
labia than I am.  Wants to know how it's healing...How painful it is.  I'm 
sure he wants Vicky to get one but she's not too hot on the idea."

    I laughed.  I couldn't ever imagine allowing someone to poke something 
into the skin of my cock...Well ?!  "Yo !  Carol, did you set up the meeting 
with Gary ?"

    "Yea !  Willy, it's all set.  Tomorrow night.  Hey !  I invited Frank, 
too.  Figured you might need some back up...Ok ?"

    I was silent for a moment.  Yea !  I could use a couple of guys.  Another 
piece of the plan fell into place.

    "Willy ??"

    "I'm here...That's ok, Carol...Aaah...Carol, do you have any of your old 
uniforms ?"

    "Yea...I think so..."

    "Ok...Sgt. Whitouski...You're to report to the cabin tonight...Eighteen 
hundred hours sharp...Class "A's" with all your medals...Ready for 
inspection...Any questions ?"

    "No sir !"  I could hardly wait and was already getting hard, thinking 
about the nasty things I was going to do with Sgt. Whitouski.

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

    It was dark in the cabin.  Nice and cool.  The valley was well over a 
hundred today.  I had the cameras ready and was dressed as Major General Al 
Moore.  I saw the lights of the Camery well before I heard it.  I stood 
inside, looking out over the parking area.  Carol got out of the car and 
entered the lights from the deck.  She was, indeed, Technical Sergeant Carol 
Whitouski - even wearing regulation pumps.  I started to get hard as she 
walked up the stairs.

    I backed away from the door and stood by the bedroom.  She knocked twice 
and my cock was like steel in my pants.  I hadn't taken my little "pink" pill 
yet and quickly swallowed it dry.

    "Enter."

    Carol stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, snapped to 
attention, saluted smartly and shouted, "Technical Sergeant Carol Whitouski, 
reporting as ordered, sir !"

    I returned the salute.  "Right on time, Whitouski.  Let's go to my 
office."  I turned and walked into the bedroom.

    Carol followed.  She stood at attention in the middle of the room.  If 
you'll remember, it's quite small and I was standing only a foot or so away.  
Her eyes were glued to me and very wide open.  If Erin hadn't given her a 
heads up, she'd have no earthly idea who I was.

    "Sergeant Whitouski, I believe you're up for promotion this cycle ?"

    "Yes sir !"  She yelled.

    "How bad do you want this promotion, sergeant ?"

    "Want it bad, sir !"  She yelled again.

    I stepped around behind her and ran my hands up her arms until I had both 
hands on her shoulders.  I massaged her shoulders a bit and then slid my hands 
down to her ass.  I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear.  My cock 
jumped in my pants, neither was I.  I slid my hands down her thighs and 
bellowed out.  "Parade Rest !"  She spread her legs as far as the skirt would 
allow and placed her hands behind her, palms out.  I moved closer and rubbed 
my hardon against her palms.

    "I believe 35-10 requires you to wear underwear, Sergeant."  One of her 
hands closed around my hardon.  I groaned.  "Raise your skirt, sergeant."  Her 
hands went to her hem and up it came.  I stepped away and while staring at her 
marvelous butt, slowly started to work on undoing my uniform slacks.

    "Ten...hut."  Carol snapped to attention, keeping her skirt bunched up 
around her waist.  I could see the muscles of her butt ripple, taunt as she 
stood at attention.  "Bout...hace."  She twirled around and now I could see 
where she was shaved.  It was already starting to grow back.  I imagined her 
cunt lips were partially shaved, also.

    Carol was so hot she couldn't believe it.  Her pussy was drooling juice.  
She could feel it moisten her thighs and cunt.  Her nipples were painful, 
swollen and so erect.  God !  She'd fuck the chinese army...Didn't care about 
the piercing.  Her eyes were locked on Willy's chest but she could sense he 
was hard as rock and caught the movement as he lowered his slacks.

    "Sit, sergeant."  She sat and now her face was level with his very erect 
penis, his pants around his ankles.  She wanted to reach out and pull his cock 
closer, suck the life out of him.  "Spread your legs, sergeant."  He stepped 
between her legs and put his hands in her hair, just massaging her scalp.  His 
cock was so close yet so far away.  She could smell him.  He began rubbing his 
hardon against her cheeks and lips and forehead.  She was almost shaking.  
When he pushed his cock head against her lips, she opened her mouth.  He 
filled it, choking her.  She coughed and pulled her head away.

    "Suck it, sergeant."  She started to bring her arms up but he stopped her 
with, "No hands, sergeant."  His hands remained in her hair, massaging her 
scalp and she sucked.

    I couldn't believe how hot and wet her mouth was.  My cock was instantly 
drenched with her saliva.  Her lips were nibbling on my shaft about half way 
down and I could feel her tongue, like a snake, teasing the head of my dick.  
I started guiding her mouth back and forth on my cock.  Her mouth was slobbery 
and slid back and forth on my cock, effortlessly.  I increased the cadence, 
both of my hands in her hair, pulling her mouth back and forth on my boner.

    I was getting very close but wanted it to last longer.  I pulled her mouth 
off my cock and groaned out, "Lick my balls, sergeant."  My cock quivered as 
her tongue licked my ball sack, occasionally she'd grab some of my pubic hair 
with her lips and pull.  I left my cock alone, slick and hard up against my 
uniform shirt and jacket.

    I could stand it no longer and rubbed her face back and forth against my 
cock.  Her face was slick with the saliva off my cock and then I guided her 
lips back to my cock head and she swallowed me whole.  I could feel the head 
of my cock against the back of her mouth, feel her throat spread and accept my 
cock and I started cuming.

    I put my hands on the top of my head and tried to remain still as her lips 
nibbled at the base of my cock.  I could feel her gag reflex grasping my cock 
head.  My legs started to shake and tremble, my stomach cramped up.  Still, I 
willed myself to remain frozen.  I flexed my cock several times and her throat 
flexed back.  I threw my head back and screamed...A loud wail that I'm sure 
could be heard in the forest.  My knees began to buckle and slowly I sunk to 
the floor.  Carol's lips remained wrapped around the base of my cock as she 
followed me to the floor.  I writhed around for what seemed like minutes but 
I'm sure it didn't last that long.

    When I became aware of my surroundings again, Carol was back up, sitting 
on the bed.  Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist and her hair was 
a little messed up but other than that her uniform was impeccable.  I slowly 
got to my feet and kicked off my slacks, my cock still hard as rock.  God !  
Do I love these pink pills !

    "Get to your knees, sergeant."  She looked at me strangely.  "On the bed, 
your ass toward me."  She moved like a cat, her skirt sliding about half way 
over her butt.  I pushed it up over her back and sank to my knees.  I spread 
her knees apart and was now gazing at the forest of dark, black pubic hair 
that covered her lower cunt lips and grew right up between her ass cheeks and 
around her asshole.

    I spread her cheeks apart and slowly licked her hair covered lips until I 
had a furrow of hair on each side of my tongue.  Her vagina lips were visible 
now and they were slick with her juices.  She smelled clean, freshly douched.  
I dug my tongue into her cunt and her whole body tensed up.  She let out a 
whelp when I dug my tongue into her the second time.  I slipped a finger into 
her and began to finger fuck her slowly.

    "Hurt any, lover."  Her head was cradled in her arms and I didn't hear her 
muffled response so I asked again.  The "no" was loud and clear the second 
time and I increased the speed of the finger I had fucking in and out of her 
cunt.  I took a big bite out of her plump ass and tremors rippled through her 
thighs and butt.  My tongue slowly made it's way to her anus, licking and 
sucking on the inside of her butt cheeks.  She was whining, a soft, high 
pitched squeal almost.  After spreading some of the hair away from her asshole 
with my tongue, I started teasing her puckered nether hole.  The whining 
turned into a low wail, her thighs chorded up, her ass cheeks tense.

    Carol used every bit of self control to remain still as she knew that's 
what Willy wanted.  His finger was sliding in and out of her cunt and she 
could almost feel her juices drooling off his finger, being soaked up by her 
bush.  She was so wet and...Damn !  The piercing...She wanted to feel his cock 
in her.  She wanted him to fuck her.  When he bit her, a small orgasm rippled 
through her lower stomach and her thighs cramped up.  His tongue on her 
asshole almost set her off again and she tried to force his face out from 
between her butt cheeks.  She couldn't control herself and just noticed she 
was whimpering.  She started screaming when he reamed his tongue into her 
asshole and when he started fucking it in and out of her, she came in one loud 
wail.

    "Aaaagh...Aaaagh...Fuck me...Please...Fuck me...Uuuugh...Aaagh !"

    Enough torture...I was dying to force my cock into her anus and was going 
to make it last a million years, feeding it to her millimeter by millimeter.  
I slowly stood and rubbed my shaft up and down the cheeks of her ass, forcing 
them together with my hands, forming a channel.  Her ass cheeks spread a bit 
and I buried my shaft between them.  They tried to capture my cock.  I pulled 
it out and slapped it against her firm butt flesh.  "Spread you ass, Carol."

    Carol couldn't get her hands to her ass fast enough and then she felt the 
head of his cock against her anus.  Her asshole was almost nibbling on his 
crown, the head almost in her.  She clenched her asshole, trying to capture 
his cock and now he was forcing more of it into her.  "God !  Damn !  Fuck my 
ass...You...You...Mother fucker !"  She was wild...Needed to be filled with 
cock.  Her butt cheeks were so tight it hurt.  Her thighs tense and quivering, 
her stomach aching.  Her cunt was throbbing and she wanted his cock so much 
and yet he kept feeding her the smallest bit at a time, never fucking her, 
just feeding her his shaft.  It seemed she had so little of it in her and she 
wanted more...Wanted to be filled with cock.

    I was slowly losing the battle and knew that any moment now I'd fill her 
ass with my cock.  Just watching it slowly sink into her was driving me crazy.  
She was shaking so much now, the bed was moving.  The muscles in her ass were 
quivering and so was my cock.  I was almost all the way in when I lost 
control, grabbed her hips and forced the rest of me into her bowels.  Her 
sphincter tightened against the base of my cock and I started fucking her like 
wild man, just as fast and as hard as I could.

    "Ooooh...Aaaaghghgh...Fuuuucckkk !  Fuck...Meeeeee !"  Carol was screaming 
and cuming and screaming and cuming.  I was chanting "fuck" over and over 
again and just pounding my dick in and out of her ass.  The cheeks of my ass 
like set cement, my thighs cramped up but still thrusting my hard desire in 
and out of her bowels.  I didn't stop until I was lying on top of her, her 
legs out over the edge of the bed.  I could still feel her ass cheeks clench 
up and relax, like they had a mind of their own.  My cock, still hard, was 
about half out of her anus, her sphincter spasming around my shaft like a 
dying animal...living it's last few moments.

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

    "Bull...Shit, Willy !  You're being a stupid, macho fuck as usual.  Get 
your fucking head out of your ass...This is one time you should be thinking 
with your dick...His anyway.  Here's a guy who's an ass bandit supreme and 
you're trying to scam him...Burn the fuck out of him and you're not using a 
single woman in the sting...Now, listen to me, you stupid fool...With your 
plan and it's a good one, lover...No...A fucking, great one...Anyway, there's 
no pressure on him.  He's able to sit back and analyze what's going down, able 
to let his mind explore all the options.  He's concentrating on only one 
thing...What he's going to get and what he's going to pay for it...And, by the 
way, I don't think fifty 'g's' is enough...But, I've got some ideas on 
that...Anyway, listen to this closely, Willy...If we move it out of a hotel 
room and into a real ritzy beach house or maybe even a real large yacht and 
instead of just Gary and Frank running the scam...They bring Wanda and Vicky 
and they're lying around in some skimpy bikinis and smoking some of your 
dope...Well...That's a truly fucking exceptional, fucking outstanding rat 
fuck."

    We were lying in bed, last night still foremost in my mind.  After I 
fucked her in the ass; we lounged in the hot tub for over an hour, smoking 
dope and drinking wine.  I told her what went down and outlined the plan.  She 
said she'd like to sleep on it.  We both slept like the dead and it was past 
eight before I realized I was still in bed...Very unusual for me.  Must be the 
stress of the last couple of days.  Before we even got out of bed, I asked for 
her thoughts.  I was anxious for her approval.  When she told me it was just 
an "ok" plan, I got a little pissed and went over the logic again...That's 
when she started in on me.

    She was right.  Her additions were exactly what the sting needed...Without 
the girls, it was just a good plan...With them, the chances of success went up 
exponentially.  I just wasn't sure whether I could ask Gary and Frank...Shit !  
I mean...using their wives.  Carol laughed at my macho bullshit again, telling 
me that both of them would love having Rich's long, hard cock fucking their 
brains out - she had...And from what I'd told her about Connie and from the 
little she could remember about the night at the cabin, Gary and Frank would 
love to give her a little cock sandwich.  She was dialing the phone.

    "...Frank...Carol...Hey !  I'm going to be a little late this morning.  
About tonight..."  She paused for a moment, then laughed.  "Yea !  Right !  
Terra Sushi...six o'clock and bring Vicky.  Hey !  You remember that lawyer 
guy, the lobbyist guy...we sold him that huge house out on the West side.  You 
kept telling me, how every time his old lady wasn't looking, he was scoping me 
out.  Yea !  Yea !  That's the guy.  How about calling him and telling him I 
need a little advice..."  She paused again and laughed again.  "Get your mind 
out of the gutter, Frank...Or I'll tell Vicky what a perverted old man you 
are..."  She was laughing up roarously now.  "Another thing, Frank...Where do 
you get your printing done ?"  A pause.  "Ok !  How about giving them a call 
and tell them you have a rush order from a very important client...A Mister 
Tamarack..."  She winked at me.  I winked back.

    I was sitting in the printer's office and he was showing me samples.  
Business cards and legal forms.  I was relieved that I shared it all with 
Carol.  She'd had some dynamite ideas, besides including the girls.  I'd 
surfed the net all morning, after she left, and found several examples of 
government legal forms and contracts that dealt with import/export shit.  I 
down loaded them and made a few modifications.  With the forms and my 
notebook, I waited patiently for the printer to finish my order.

    I'd also called my parents and asked them to look around for a large 
yacht...A rental or if one their friend's had one ?  I'd like to borrow it.  
Expense was no consideration.  My dad laughed and asked if I'd won the 
lottery.  I told him "no" but was real close to making a killing on the 
market.  He laughed and told me the market was down about three hundred points 
today, already.  I laughed...Not the market I was in.  All this money, I was 
spending, was depleting the drug bust money, quite quickly.  Well, that and 
the life style Carol and I were living.  This would replenish that money quite 
nicely.  I was already looking forward to spending it.

    I drove into the parking lot behind Terra Sushi about four-thirty.  I was 
taking a last hit off a joint as I got out of the van and didn't notice the 
young Japanese girl taking out the trash until it was too late.  I smiled at 
her, packed the smoldering roach into a fresh cigarette and took a deep hit 
off the cocktail.  I flashed her the peace sign and walked around the building 
to the front door.

    The place was closed but I could see the owner's wife getting ready for 
the evening's business.  I tapped on the glass and she pointed towards the 
closed sign.  I tapped again and she came toward the door to tell this stupid 
gaijin to get his head out of his ass, the place was closed.  I wondered why 
she didn't recognize me ?  Shit !  Carol and I ate here three or four times a 
month and while her old man hardly spoke any english, he loved hearing me 
struggle and giving it the ol' college try with my very poor Japanese.

    Fuck !  Of course, she didn't recognize me...I wasn't me.  Major general 
Al Moore was standing at the door - Not, Willy Tamarack.  Carol's idea...To 
get everyone excited about the sting.  I quickly pulled the foam rubber out of 
my mouth, took off the wheel hat and the reflective aviator glasses, I was 
wearing, and called through the door.  "It's Willy-san !"  I saw the young 
girl, her eyes wide as I altered my appearance, back by the kitchen.  Mamasan 
turned her head toward the kitchen and rattled off some Japanese and her old 
man appeared.  He walked quickly toward the door and about half way there, 
started laughing like crazy.  He barked out some Japanese and his wife opened 
the door.

    I bowed at the waist and spoke softly, "Konichiwa, Kanda-san."  They both 
bowed and, almost together, came back with, "Konichiwa, Willy-san."  Since 
mamasan's english was a whole lot fucking better than she let on, I put my 
hand on her shoulder and told her I needed a favor.  She was laughing like 
crazy by the time we approached the back of the diner.  That's what I loved 
about his place...It was like walking out of Las Vegas and right into the 
heart of Tokyo.  She rattled off a string of Japanese and the young girl 
rushed to the cooler to get me an Asahi Dry.  I didn't remember her from 
previous visits and was about to ask mamasan about her but the mission came 
first !?

    I laughed as mamasan asked me if I'd like some sushi before they opened.  
I nodded my head and made a big production of taking five one hundred dollar 
bills out of my wallet, rolled them up and told her to put them on my 
account...For tonight.  She bowed deeply and sat me at the counter.  Kanda-san 
was already cutting the tuna and rattling away in Japanese.  I think he was 
saying something about how surprised my friends would be ?  I hoped he was 
right.

    Carol arrived a short time later, just as Mamasan opened the door.  She 
had a nice looking man, about her age, with her and since this was a departure 
from the plan, I was some what concerned.  They were seated at the table, I 
reserved for them.  I was about three feet away, with my back to them, and 
could hear everything they said.  The young Japanese girl had a perpetual 
smile plastered to her face, while she rushed around - cleaning and getting 
them drinks.

    Carol sounded pissed and was going on and on about what she wanted him to 
do.  "...No !  Ron...How many times do I have to tell you this ?  I just want 
you to give the group a briefing on political contributions and lobbying.  How 
the system works...The nuts and bolts...If I need your services further, I'll 
get in touch..."

    I saw Frank and Vicky through the glass.  They were coming around the 
corner of the building.  Seconds later, Gary and Wanda rounded the corner and 
"Operation Malibu" was about to start.  That was Carol's idea, too.  She 
thought Frank would get a big kick out of it and since that was my call sign, 
when I was in the air force...Well, never mind.

    They were all seated and since Japanese are notoriously late diners; they 
were the only people in the place besides major general Al Moore, that is.  I 
took a big swig of Asahi Dry and downed a fat piece of tuna.  Carol stood and 
introduced Ron Lyester to the group.  I heard Gary ask where I was and Carol 
said, "...something came up, Gary."  Wanda said it probably wore skirts and 
Vicky laughed her little girl laugh.  The sushi started to show up and Ron 
droned on and on about political contributions and lobbying.  Frank and Gary 
were rather obnoxious, making jokes and shit until Carol silenced them with, 
"Hey !  Assholes, pay attention...This is important."

    Ron finished and attempted to take his seat until Carol took him by the 
arm, guiding him to the door.  He looked disappointed he wasn't going to get 
to remain for the main event...Even though the shyster had no idea what the 
main event was about.  I had a pretty good view of the table in the reflection 
from the windows.  Kanda-san had lowered the blinds and it was almost like a 
mirror.

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

    Carol was back at the table and everyone was stuffing their faces with 
sushi and tampura, drinking beer and generally having a great time.  "Willy 
and I need to ask you all a favor..."

    "Where is the son of a bitch ?"  Gary asked.

    "Gettin' laid would be my bet."  Frank quipped.  Gary laughed that loud, 
obnoxious laugh of his and Wanda joined him.

    "Hey !  Assholes...Listen up...This is serious shit...You gonna do us a 
favor or play Johnny fuck around here ?"  The group quieted down.  "About 
thirty years ago...Well before any of us knew Willy..."  It had started.  
Carol, step by step, walked the group through the whole story from the 
beginning...Starting way back when I was in high school...through finding 
Connie after I moved to 'Vegas, the parties, the fucking around, the cabin, 
promising Rich I'd never see Connie again...She ended up with the pictures of 
Erin arriving in the mail.  The table was silent.

    Vicky blurted out, "What an asshole !"  I could have kissed her.  Frank 
asked if we wanted him to call on some of his old buddies who were still on 
the periphery of the muscle business.  Gary laughed.  Wanda told him to shut 
up.

    "No, Frank...Nothing like that...Willy and I have conceived a plan.  We've 
named it 'Operation Malibu.'  It's the rat fuck of all rat fucks...And with a 
little luck and if we all play our parts, the fucking prick will get what's 
coming to him and never ever know it was us.  We'll also end up with a bundle 
of cash and have a great time doing it.  So without any further bullshit..."

    I was standing, putting on the aviator shades, the wheel cap and lighting 
a cigarette.  "...I'd like to introduce major general Al Moore to brief us on 
the details of 'Operation Malibu.'  Please hold your comments and questions 
until the general is finished."

    Frank blurted out, "Hey !  Vicky, they named it after us."  Vicky was 
giggling.  Gary was looking around the restaurant and then abruptly stood, his 
chair scraping against the floor.  I almost blew it by laughing.  It took 
every bit of my self control.

    I stepped to the head of their table and began.  "As you were, major 
Cahill..."  Gary sat.  Carol had a smile on her face that reached from ear to 
ear.  Not one of the fools had any idea who the fuck I was ?  There was 
nothing but rapt attention written on their faces...That and a little 
confusion but that's ok.  The briefing would clear all that up.

    I sat and leaned forward.  They all leaned forward conspiratorially and I 
began.  "'Operation Mailbu' is a very simple operation designed to fleece a 
quarter of a million dollars from Clark Electronics..."  Even though the diner 
was filling up and bits of Japanese could be heard from all quarters...The 
gasps coming from the table drew the attention of almost the entire diner.  In 
less than twenty minutes I outlined the sting.  "...then we split the money 
and...Hey !  The options are almost unlimited...Mexico for a month...Europe, 
if we like...Hawaii...Or shit !  For the conservative among us, a nice big 
start toward a retirement nest egg."

    The table was silent.  "Well...Are you in or out ?"  I started with Gary 
and moved my way around the table.  I looked everyone of them in the eye, 
waiting for some acknowledgment.  Each of them nodded their head.

    When I held my gaze on Vicky, she squeaked out in her little girl voice.  
"Willy...Is that you ?"

    I started laughing and stood.  "Let's head back to the condo for some q&a.  
This fucking uniform is killing me."

                                    #####

    It was earl morning, still dark out.  I was keyed up and couldn't sleep.  
The Cahill's and Malibu's left early, about ten, after we spent about two 
hours going over the plan.  I was at the breakfast table jotting down notes.  
I had a busy day in front of me.  I was still stoked with the enthusiasm the 
group exhibited, especially the ladies.  Vicky kept bothering me about how 
she'd never been with a guy in uniform and I'm sure I could have taken her 
into the bedroom and played another version of sergeant Whitouski's promotion 
board but didn't.  Shit !  That would have started an orgy and Carol would 
have felt left out with her labia still healing.

    About seven I heard the shower go on and wandered in to share it with 
Carol.  I cooked her a breakfast burrito and she was off to sell real estate.  
I picked up the phone and started coordinating.  I left the best call to last.

    The phone was ringing.  "Clark Electronics...Mr. Clark's office."

    "This is major general Moore.  Is Mr. Clark in ?"

    "Yes !  General...Please hold."  I heard the tone in the phone.  It was 
less than five seconds.

    "General Moore, how are you ?  I hope that budget meeting met your 
expectations ?"

    I was hoping his budget met my expectations.  "Rich...I just got a hold of 
the guy I was talking about, Gary Flounder.  He just arrived from Southwest 
Asia and was doing a little liaison work at the pentagon.  He's anxious to 
meet with you.  I can arrange to be in L.A. next week.  Was wondering if that 
would be convenient for you..."  Jesus !  He damn near swallowed the 
phone...Going on and on about any time, any place...Just name it.  The hook 
was sliding into his belly.  I told him that I'd call him when I got to L.A.

    Rich Clark rushed down the hall to Connie's office.  "Connie...Connie.  
General Moore just called and is setting up a meeting with that guy he was 
talking about...Next week..."  Connie smiled at him and told him how great it 
was to hear the good news.

    I leaned back on the couch and smiled at the ceiling.  The door bell 
brought me back to the present.  Now...Who the fuck could this be ?  When I 
opened the door, the young girl from Terra Sushi was standing there.  She was 
dressed in jeans and a crop top, her belly button showing.  A skinny little 
thing.  I was betting she didn't measure five feet tall or weigh eighty 
pounds.  No tits to speak of but real cute with short black hair.

    No bowing or Japanese shit for her.  "Willy Tamarack ?"  It was a question 
and in very descent english.  After all, she'd only met general Moore.  I 
laughed and nodded my head.  She dug into her pocket and pulled out a wad of 
bills.  "Kanda said I should give you this.  You gave his wife too much last 
night."

    I took the offered bills.  "How'd you get here ?  And how'd you know where 
to come ?"

    "Took the bus and Boy !  Does it suck compared to Tokyo trains.  Kanda 
gave me the address."  She just stood there as if expecting something.  I just 
stared at her.  Finally it came out.  "About last night...Was wondering if I 
could get some of that shit you were smoking when you got out of the car ?"

    I opened the door and in she came.  I just might get a late start driving 
to the beach today.  I sat her in the front room and came back with about an 
ounce of grass.  I threw it on the table and sat down.  Her eyes widened.

    "You Kanda's niece or something like that ?"  She shook her head "yes."  
"Well...What are you ?"

    She told me she was the daughter of one of Kanda's oldest friends, that 
she got into a little difficulty in Tokyo and her dad sent her to America to 
keep her out of trouble.  I thought that was particularly funny as Tokyo was 
about the last place I figured kids could get in trouble...My kids never did 
and we let them wander all over...Shit !  They were only thirteen and eight at 
the time.  And sending any kid to Las Vegas to keep them out of trouble was 
like...Well...Never mind.

    I asked her what type of trouble she got in and was totally blown away 
when she told me, "Well...Older Japanese men sometimes like young girls and 
since I look so young...Well...Times are not good in Japan any more and it was 
easy money..."  She let that hang in the air and then asked me how much for 
the dope.  I told her it was on the house but if Kanda caught her with it, she 
never heard of me.

    She laughed and asked if we could get stoned.  She didn't have to be back 
for a while.  I laughed and pulled out my bong.  In ten minutes we were in the 
twilight zone.  Five minutes later, she was sitting on my lap with her tongue 
half way down my throat.  She'd never done it with a gaijin.  Who was I to 
refuse such a request ?

    My hands quickly found their way beneath her top and massaged the small 
bumps she had for breasts.  The were like about a half a golf ball with very 
tiny nipples, like pencil leads.  Her top came off over her head and there was 
a shadow of dark hair under her arms.  I sucked the nearest breast into my 
mouth and teased the nipple and areolae with my tongue.  They were smaller 
than mine and I could feel my cock start to get hard in my shorts as she 
wiggled around on my lap.

    We were back to swapping spit, my hand at the waist of her jeans, pulling 
her fly down.  Her legs spread and I massaged the crotch of her jeans.  My 
cock was becoming uncomfortable in my shorts, so I rolled her off me and slid 
to the floor.  She covered her mouth with one hand and giggled as I dragged 
her jeans and panties down her legs...So Japanese.  My cock was becoming a 
slab of steel in my shorts.

    She had just a shadow of dark hair at her crotch, a light sprinkling of 
straight black hair nowhere near covered her mound.  I stood and lowered my 
shorts.  My cock sprang out and pointed at her.  Her hand stayed at her mouth 
but she stopped giggling.  "You've got a big dick."  I flexed it.  It's not 
often anyone tells me that.  I got on the couch with her and pretty soon had 
her on top of me.  Her butt was small and very firm.  One of my hands slid 
between it and I slid a finger into her from behind.  There was no hair down 
here and she was wet and gooey.  Our tongues were fencing and I was grinding 
my hard cock against her stomach.

    She started kissing my chest and I knew she was on her way to my cock.  I 
let her go and soon felt her wet tongue painting my cock and balls.  I reached 
down and pulled her around so we were going 69.  Her mouth, now open, sucking 
on the head of my cock as her hand stroked me.  With her knees on either side 
of my head, I pried open her ass and licked her hairless cunt lips - ending up 
at her smooth skinned anus, reaming my tongue into her.  Her head was bobbing 
over my groin and I was just about to have a very pleasant orgasm.

                                [Continued in]
                                  "Revenge"
                                 [part four]

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