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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Revenge
Part: 4 of 5
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf MF oral anal)
Language: English
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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people
live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as
anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat
each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Revenge"
Part Four
(Mf MF oral anal)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****
I was hooking up the cameras and microphones on the "Ocean Frolic" out of
Newport Beach. It was warm at the yacht club and I was stripped down to my
trunks, bare footed. I was just about finished and looking forward to going
below and smoking a joint...Just chill out for a while. Carol arrived
yesterday and was out shopping and fucking around with Erin. Gary and Wanda
would arrive this afternoon and "Operation Malibu" would start tomorrow.
Frank and Vicky wouldn't arrive until the sting was underway.
I'd found another, smaller yacht three slips down from "Ocean Frolic" and
was dragging wire down there so Carol, Erin and I could catch the whole thing
on video and listen in. Not really necessary but fun !
The young Japanese girl kept floating through my mind.....We'd both cum
and were just nibbling on each other, still going 69. Her tongue was snaking
down, licking my balls. I almost had to sit to reach her exposed cunt and
anus. While thinking I was done for a while at least...Unless I popped a
little "fuck" and I didn't want to do that...It would really put me behind
schedule. Yea ! Right ?! I wasn't too sure now as she was licking
underneath my balls and coming very close to my asshole while I reamed my
tongue into hers.
We'd rolled to our sides as my back was near breaking trying to keep my
mouth in her crotch. Her tongue was like a little worm working itself into my
anus and all of a sudden my cock started to harden as I ground it against her
chest. She had a hand on each of my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as she
reamed her tongue into my asshole. I was just about there and was getting
wild to fuck her hairless cunt. Maybe, even her ass.
I pulled her face away from my ass and guided my cock to her mouth. She
gobbled me up and started sucking while sliding a finger into my ass. I was
thrusting and my cock was hard, covered with her saliva. I attempted to roll
her on to her back but she resisted and finally straddled my body. She was
squatting over my stomach and lowered herself until her wet slit was rubbing
against my belly. My cock head kept running into her ass cheeks as she slid
back and forth. Her shins were covered with a very thin down of short, dark
hair and I was wild to get my cock into her.
As if sensing this, she put a hand on the back of the couch and pulled
herself up. I immediately grabbed my cock and raised it. She hovered over it
almost teasing me. I laughed. She giggled and then I was rubbing my cock
head against her slick, hairless slit. When I had my dick head situated in
between her lips, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my dick.
I watched as my shaft disappeared into her belly and my God ! She was
tight. He lips spread, almost grotesquely, as my pole slid into her. She was
bony, almost. My cock spread her lips so far I could see her clitoris right
up at the top of her slit. I reached for it and massaged it with my thumb.
She threw her head back and sat on my cock, burying my meat in her
belly...Oriental style...More like a squat.
She still had a hand on the back of the couch, the other was on my hip as
she started to squat up and down, allowing my cock to slide in and out of her
hairless pussy. Well, it wasn't totally hairless. She had a small triangle
of shadow up on her mons. It reminded me of the wispy goatees that some
Vietnamese men often wore. I was deep into lust and about ready to grab her
hips and fuck her until we both came when she leaned forward and put a hand on
my chest.
Her ass started raising and falling and while I couldn't view a thing, the
pleasure was exquisite. Her cunt so tight and wet, stroking my cock...Almost
like a hand job. Her dark hair fell around her face and swayed back and forth
as she worked me over. I started thrusting when she started breathing hard
and finally grabbed her hips, plowing my cock in and out of her. I was
chanting "fuck" over and over again and she was babbling some Japanese which
turned me on to no end. "Joe Cocker" made his appearance and I writhed below
her, spasming like a fool. My legs were jerking up off the couch like they
had a mind of their own and I know I lost situation awareness as when I
regained it my cock was soft as a noodle, lying on my stomach. She was lying
back against my knees, her legs still spread...A tunnel drilled into her cunt.
I definitely had to have more of this. I reached over for the bong and
torched it. "Aahh...How old did you say you were ?" Her hand covered her
mouth as she giggled and I thought I heard thirteen...Well, she may have been
older but I'm sure there was a "teen" in there some where.....
I fell asleep on the "Ocean Frolic" and didn't make it back to Erin's
until after sundown. Carol and I were leaving after dinner and moving into a
cheap motel down in Torrance Beach. Gary and Wanda were staying at the John
Wayne in Newport Beach. Tomorrow was "D" day, as I once told Mrs. Abernathy,
and while I hadn't called Rich yet...Kick off was set for zero eight hundred
tomorrow.
During dinner Erin told us that she had tried to get a hold of Rich two or
three times a day for a week but he'd never returned her calls. I told her to
try two more times tomorrow and then never call him again. As Carol and I
drove to our flea bitten motel she told me, "I talked to Erin about moving to
Las Vegas...I think it'd be a good move for her and that shyster, I had brief
the group the other night, would do just about anything to get in my pants...I
don't imagine he'd be much different with Erin although I didn't tell her
that..." I told her we'd talk about it after the sting.
Gary and Wanda arrived about zero nine-thirty. Gary couldn't get over how
great the hotel was and kept going on and on about it. I couldn't take my
eyes off Wanda. She looked utterly fantastic, low cut top...Her tits giggling
with every step, tight skirt and high heels, hair done up on top of her head.
I mean this lady looked like a model. We wired Gary with a mic as Carol and
Erin were going to tape the lunch from the van. I'd called Rich at eight and
told him I just got into town and would pick him up at eleven. He was
salivating.....
.....As Rich and I approached the table, Gary jumped to his feet in the
booth and bellowed out, "General...Great to see you again !" He was pumping
my hand and then I introduced him to Rich Clark. The four of us were seated
at the table and I said something about, "...too bad, Mrs. Clark isn't here."
Rich pulled out his cell phone and mumbled something about how he didn't know
Mrs. Flounder would be in attendance. It wasn't anything he said but the way
he looked at Wanda that made me want to rush out to the van and kiss Carol.
This guy was already thinking about boning Gary's wife but then so was half
the restaurant.
Rich said something about how Connie would be right down and then Gary
started piling on the bullshit about his business. He handed Rich one of his
business cards and then took it back to scribble a couple of names and numbers
on the back. Companies that had used his services. This morning Wanda had
told me how much Gary had prepped for this and it showed. He was polished but
just obnoxious enough that I actually believed he was who he was pretending to
be.
Connie showed up and looked like a small town, country girl compared to
Wanda. The two girls chatted while Gary and Rich threw bullshit at each
other. I picked at my salad to keep from laughing. Toward the end of the
lunch Gary looked over at Wanda and asked for his cell phone. Wanda looked
through her purse and couldn't find it. Shit ! They didn't own one. Gary
got a little pissed and said something like, "...women...Only good for one
thing." And then he started laughing that loud, obnoxious laugh of his. This
line was all Carol and it had the desired effect. Rich vacillated between
joining Gary's laughter and trying to show compassion for Wanda...After all he
just might get into the broad's pants. I had to bite my tongue.
"Here...Use mine." Rich passed his cell phone to Gary and he dialed a
number. Now, this was all Frank Malibu aka Frank Laguno. Frank knew of this
phone service that provided...Well, kind of a dead drop for phone connections.
It was expensive but if you provided them with a script, they'd pretty much
handle the whole thing.
The phone was ringing. While waiting, Gary held his hand over the phone
and told Rich and Connie, "Frank Laguno, legislative assistant for Diane
Fienstien...Does a lot of technology transfer...Knows the ins and outs...I use
him all the time. Those companies...Just a second...Frank Laguno please." A
thirty second pause. "Ok. Yea...Tell him that Gary Flounder called and he'd
better get his fat ass back from lunch by two or I'll call my congressman."
Gary laughed, real loud and obnoxious.
We shot the shit for a bit and at exactly two Gary told Rich to dial
again. Rich hit redial and in just a few seconds handed the phone to Gary. I
could hear the ending of the message we paid for. Rich was sold.
Gary's conversation lasted about five minutes and from this end you would
have thought these two were best buds. In reality Gary was talking to a dead
phone but who cared ? Towards the end..."...Yea ! We're staying at the John
Wayne...How about lunch tomorrow ?" A long pause. Gary put his hand over the
phone again and talked to Rich, "Can you and Connie make lunch at the John
Wayne tomorrow ? Rich's head was like a yo-yo going up and down. I bit my
tongue.....
.....I was standing in front of the men's room waiting for Gary and Rich.
Connie came out of the woman's room and walked over to me. "Where are you
staying ?" I looked at her like she was stoned. "Oh ! Come on, Willy. I
could have spilled the beans last week but I didn't. What more do you want ?
My husband hasn't talked about anything else all week and now the only thing
he can think of is getting into that cunt's pants. You've got him but if he
ever finds out he'll kill you...You know that, though...Don't you." The last
part was a statement not a question and she was right. I continued to stare
at her. "Willy, I want to pay you back for that night at the cabin. I should
have known...I should have given you...Well...I should have helped. I'm sorry
but I'm not that good at making up shit...I freaked out...I was fucking
stoned...What more can I say ?" I gave her the name of the motel, where
Carol and I were staying.
***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****
Connie's husband hardly paid any attention to me after we left the
restaurant. He'd gotten everything out of me he could and was all over Gary
and Wanda as they walked toward their car. Connie and Rich left immediately
and now I was alone. The van pulled up and I got in. Erin sat on my lap and
said something...Wondering if the general was horny ? I was already thinking
about boning Connie and wasn't paying any attention.
I left the girls at Erin's and told them I had some shit to do...Would
pick them up later in the afternoon. Carol was very quiet. I was in the
motel room, packing up our shit when the knock came at the door. I was
dressed in shorts and a "T" shirt and was considering doing a little surfing
this afternoon...After fucking Connie Clark's brains out and before picking up
the girls and heading to my parents for the night.
"Oh ! I must have the wrong room...I'm looking for general Moore." I
laughed and dragged her into the room. My cock was already hard as I took my
magic pill immediately after leaving the girls. We were on the bed rolling
around. She was wearing a skirt and blouse...The blouse already half open,
her bra encased tits clearly visible. I could see her nipples making bumps in
the material and I was wild. I sat on her middle and tore the blouse the rest
of the way open. I pushed the bra up around her neck and now her tits jiggled
as I pulled my hard cock out of the leg of my shorts.
"Suck it, Connie." She did. Taking it whole in her mouth. I was doing
pushups over her face as her hungry mouth gobbled me up. My first orgasm
swept through my body causing me to dance above her. Her eyes were open,
clouded with lust, wicked looking. I forced my cock all the way into her
mouth feeling her lips spread wide, my cock head against the back of her
throat. My spasms subsided a bit but I kept fucking her face only stopping
when she pushed me off of her, coughing up a large amount of saliva and
spittle...All over her chin and upper chest.
I was at the hem of her skirt and up it came. I grabbed the crotch of her
panties and ripped them aside as I mounted her. Her legs were around me and
her warmth enveloped me. I started fucking and didn't stop until I couldn't
move, my thighs and back aching...So much for surfing this afternoon. Connie
was screaming and I was positive anyone who happened to be in the parking area
could hear us. She was hardly tight but wetter than shit, my cock slicing in
and out of her non-stop for over a half an hour. When I finally got to my
feet between her legs I could see her shaved cunt gapping, her panties soiled
with her cunt butter.
"Get on you knees, baby." She rolled over and I yanked the skirt up above
her waist...Her cunt lips hanging out of her crotch, grotesquely. Her asshole
was visible with just a few long, scraggly hairs growing around it. I pushed
my cock against it and she almost screamed, "My ass...Fuck my ass...Stud !
Fuck my asssssss !" That trailed off as I forced my cock into her bowels.
She was dry and I could feel every ripple of her anal passage scrape along the
shaft of my cock. I started fucking again and didn't stop until I was soft
and couldn't force my cock back into her asshole.
I rolled her over, my legs almost shaking and pulled her by her hair until
she was sitting. "Clean me off, honey." She started licking and nibbling on
my cock. Her eyes on mine wondering if I was going to get hard again. I
wasn't and after she licked my cock clean, I stepped away from her.
She was a mess. There were sweat stains all over her blouse, especially
under her arms. Her breasts were raw, her nipples flaccid. I couldn't see
her cunt but remembered the way her asshole looked after I quit fucking her.
A raw hole in meat between her ass cheeks, red and swollen...It wasn't going
to close for quite a while. My cock was back in my shorts. Her eyes were
slits. I was almost afraid she wanted more.
"God ! Damn ! Willy Tamarack...You're a one man gang bang. Did I cause
that or are you taking that Viagra shit ?"
"You always affect me like that, Connie. You know that...That's what got
us into this fix..."
She fixed herself as best she could, kissed me good-by, then slipped
through the door on the way to her car. She didn't recognize the tan mercedes
but when the door opened, she stopped. The gun pointing at her stomach was
really what made her stop. When it motioned her into the back of the
mercedes, she complied. The mercedes moved away and Connie felt uneasy.
"Well...Well...Fancy meeting you here." There was a look of bewilderment
on Connie's face. "We're going to go for a drive, Connie, and I'm going to
tell your future." They were at a stop light. The blonde was driving, the
brunette pointing a gun in her face. Connie was scared shitless.
"Listen up...My old dear, dear friend, Connie...Oh ! You do remember us,
don't you ?" A pause. Connie could hardly remember the night they brought
the brunette to the cabin. It was dark most of the time and the woman was so
fucked up, they just took her to the bedroom and started fucking her and
fucking her. Connie remembered joining them and eating the cum out of the
woman's cunt after one of the guys fucked her. It was the first time Rich
ever let her fuck a black man. She remembered loving it. Loving how it
turned her husband on to share her with a black stud...She'd still
occasionally party with his driver. Maybe two or three times...Rich was
always there to pound her senseless.
"Carol Whitouski...The blonde, driving, is Erin O'Connel. Remember her ?
Your husband did the same to her that he did to me. He didn't invite you did
he ? You end up liking it too much, don't you ?"
Connie was silent. "Ok...Your silence speaks loud enough. In a couple of
months, well after your husband realizes he's been fucked and hasn't the
foggiest idea who did it. You fly up to 'Vegas. Just you and me. I'll throw
you a party like you won't believe. Make what you've done with your old man
look like a high school prom. You game ?"
Again, Connie was silent. "About ten to start...All nationalities. We'll
fuck and suck 'em off until they can't get hard any more...Maybe take us ten
twelve hours...Them we send the video to Willy and Rich. I'm bettin' you're
out on your ass in less than a week. Then, when you get really hardup...And
I'm sure you will. Not many going to hire a woman with your reputation...You
know you're going to be broke very soon...Even if you've been milking him a
little. Give me a call and I'll put in a good word for you with Willy."
Carol was putting the gun away. "Well, what do you say ? Willy gets his
girl. Rich thinks good riddance...The old fool can have her...Doesn't bother
anyone anymore because Willy wasn't involved. Come on now...We're going to be
rather well off and I bet I can get you a job as a cocktail waitress. They
make bank in 'Vegas...Especially if they party a little. Boy ! I could use
some of that action."
Erin, so intent on driving and listening, didn't see the gun until Carol
put it away. "Fuck ! Carol...What the shit are you doing with that ?"
Carol paid her no mind. "It'd be after I marry him of course...That
wouldn't be fair, you married and me, not. Come on, you're hot for it, I can
tell...Able to fuck around a little and still have some steady friends. Erin
and me...We'll keep a real good eye on you."
Connie nodded her head. "Out loud, honey. I've got a witness...And we
both have very long memories. If Willy goes...You've got twenty-four hours to
live."
"Fuck ! Carol...Do you realize what you just did ?"
"Erin stop at the first bar you can find. We need to celebrate our new
friendship."
***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****
I never did figure out where the girls went that afternoon but was much
too busy with the sting to let it bother me. Shit ! They were free, white
but in Carol's case that mattered little and I'm sure Erin's going to pick up
that trait...Anyway...You get the picture.....
.....The three of us were sitting in the back of the van listening to the
luncheon. Gary was wired again. All the bullshit was over...Just Frank and
the two men, Wanda took Connie to the physical fitness area for a sauna. I
imagined what was going to happen in there ? I knew...Wanda was going to come
on to Connie.....
Mean while, back at the table...
"...How much is this contribution going to have to be to ensure that Clark
gets on the preferred exporter list ?"
Frank was quick. "Five hundred thousand..." The gasp from across the
table was like a wind tunnel. Sweat beaded up on my forehead. My under arms
felt clammy. The van was hot.
Finally..."Fuck...You've got to be kidding me ?"
"Sorry...It's an election year...A big field to choose from...Only the
very special get invited...Take it or leave it..." Frank was up and walking
away from the table when Vicky showed up wearing a thong. She had an almost
see through wrap on and you could damn near see everything...High heels...The
works. I could barely hear her little girl voice asking Frank if they could
go up to the room and get stoned.
Frank called back to Rich. "Hey ! Why don't you sleep on it and come
down to party on the boat tomorrow ? You and Wanda are coming aren't you ?"
"We wouldn't miss it for the world...You know that. A large one ?"
"Well...No...I don't think so. Just the six of us...should be fun...Bring
the money if you're interested, Rich. Either way you and Connie are invited."
The sound went mute. I was holding my breath...Five hundred g's...Fucking
"A," who came up with that number ? I looked over at Carol.
"Hey ! If you're going to burn'em...Make 'em hurt. He won't miss it.
You told me yourself that the company is making money hand over fist...Fuck
him. He shouldn't have fucked with us again...Just hang on another day and
night and we're in like Flynn."
I hoped she was right !!??
The three of us were in the boat, the next afternoon. It had a name but I
couldn't remember. Gary was fucking with one of the cameras in the main
cabin. "...Hey ! Wanda...You really think this is going to work ?"
Her voice was loud and clear and when Gary moved away from the camera, I
could see her across the room. I zoomed out and Gary came into view. "Carol
says that's great...And sure, I think it is. And if it doesn't, none of us
are out anything except the dough that Willy put up front. Shit ! Carol says
he's loaded..." She droned on and on about the drug bust money. Erin and I
stared at Carol.
"Hey ! They're our best friends, fool !" She was whispering. She didn't
have to, nobody could hear us. I laughed and lit up a joint. Before I got it
going, I heard Carol whispering..."They're coming !" She was excited and the
boat got warmer.
Frank was shooting from the bridge, through the pilot's screen. I zoomed
in and could see them coming down the dock. Frank twirled the camera around,
pointing it toward, Vicky. Carol spoke into the phone and then hung up. Game
Time.
Rich was wearing a sports coat and slacks. Connie a cocktail dress. I
was as hard as rock anticipating the orgy I was going to film. Wanda told us
that Connie ate her for half an hour in the sauna...Was so sloppy when she was
done that Wanda got her off in about ten minutes in the shower. While I
couldn't move the cameras, I could zoom in and out. Both couples knew right
where to start the action. Rich down stairs and Connie up stairs.
"...could make it." Frank was calling to them from the bridge. They
entered the view finder and I zoomed in on their faces. Oh ! This was
fucking great !
Gary and Wanda came up stairs and now it was just a gobbly gook of noise.
I sat back and waited. Shortly...Frank and Rich separated from the group and
went down stairs. Carol got up and put on her wig, getting ready to leave. I
zoomed in and caught the following:
"Hey ! Buddy...I'm in." He was drawing a thick envelope out of his
jacket pocket. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
Frank took the envelope and went to a safe in the cabin. He twiddled with
the combination and opened it. He took out a sheaf of papers and put the
money in the safe. "Read these early next week...Make any changes you
want...And then call me. Fax me the papers and I'll review them. In about
two weeks you'll get a sheaf of paper work from customs. Fill it out and send
it back...Then you start making a killing."
Rich's head was bobbing up and down like a guy in an apple dunk contest.
I was laughing my ass off. "Now...Let's get up stairs and get the ladies
stripped down to their bathing suits and smoke some dope. You and Connie are
players...Am I right ? Gary figured it, but wasn't sure...Takes me a little
longer and I like the direct approach. I'm dying to get my cock in your
wife's mouth. Wanda says she gives terrific head. Vicky can hardly wait."
Frank was heading up the stairs and Rich was right behind him.
Erin and I watched as Carol came into view, opened the safe and took out
the envelope. She opened the envelope and took out some money, fanning it out
for us. I started laughing and kissed Erin. "Erin...I want you to marry me.
Ok ? Come to Nevada with us...Live with Carol or me, if you like. It'll all
work out. I'm going to marry Carol, too."
"Oh ! Willy, you're so silly but I might move to Las Vegas ?" She was
pulling her blouse apart, her tits were bare. I could see the perspiration on
them. I started pulling my "T" shirt off. We were kissing when Carol entered
the boat.
"Oh ! Willy, honey...Lookie what I got." I reached for the envelope and
ran my hand over the bills. "Now...You get in the van, high-tail it back home
and hide that money where ever it is you hid the rest of the drug bust shit.
I'll be home early tomorrow, after I put Erin on a plane to Washington D.C.
for a sub-committee on organized crime. Right, Erin ?"
"Aha...Yea...Gone for three weeks and after that I've got two weeks
vacation and that's considered notice around here. I'm coming to live with
you, Willy !" I breathed easier. I was about to go back to kissing Erin but
Carol was pulling me up by the waist band of my shorts.
"Erin and I found you a little surprise. Young lady wants to go see the
bright lights of 'Vegas. You've got to pick her up before six and it's five
now. She has no idea what's she's in for, does she lover ?" I shook my head
back and forth as I pulled my "T" shirt back on. I took the envelope and
stuck it in my waist. She told me where to pick up the girl. An amusement
park in Santa Monica. I could just make it.
Carol walked me out to the van with me. I kissed her. "Hey ! Carol, how
about you and I getting married ?" I whispered in her hair.
Carol leaned away from me and said, "And what about Erin ?"
"I asked her a little while ago...Aaah...You pissed ?" She was shaking
her head back and forth and then kissed me. I backed away. "See you in
'Vegas...No real nasty stuff, promise ? Hey ! What's this girl going to
'Vegas for and how old is she ?"
"Doesn't like the home life and would graduate next Spring...If she
attends school this Fall. Keep her around until I get home...In a day or two.
The girl's name is Crystal. I promise I'll film everything...Every depravity.
Ok !"
I wasn't sure whether she was talking about down here or up there. Carol
told me the girl was going to stay with a friend. Maybe...Just maybe, I could
get them both interested. A plan was forming as I pulled into the amusement
park. She was going to be riding the ferris wheel between five and six. It
was a quarter to six. There were a lot of people riding the ferris wheel.
Fuck ! I'd never find her. I was wearing my surfboard jacket just like Carol
told me. "Just make yourself seen, Willy. Erin, Connie and I made this real
easy for you. Hardly worth the effort." Connie ??!! I must have heard her
wrong ?!
I wandered around and at six-fifteen started to leave the area. I turned
when she tugged on my jacket. I'd seen her several times in the last thirty
minutes. She'd been following me, almost. "Are you Willy ?" I nodded but
kept walking. She looked older than I thought she would look but was darling.
Long brown hair down past her shoulders. It made her look young. Without it,
she'd look eighteen or nineteen. She told me to hold up and I wandered around
until she got her bag. It was like, a Nike bag. Off we went.
She was in the van. Sitting as close to the door as possible. "How'd you
find out I was driving to 'Vegas ?"
"Found it on a bulletin board...You know...Computers ?" She thought I was
illiterate.
***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****
I had just turned off the main road and was bumping along the first eighth
of a mile to the cabin. I'd left this part real fucked up and Carol was
starting to refuse to drive it in the Camery. She looked scared. "Hey !
Mister, where are we ?"
She'd slept since we'd finished the second bowl. She knew her dope and
thought it was just about the best she'd ever had. I told her to climb in
back and stretch out but she didn't. There was fear in her voice.
"We're at the cabin. I thought you wanted some dope ?" She looked at me
strangely. She was still stoned. I was racing along the good part of the
road and could see the silhouette of the cabin in the light from the quarter
moon. I turned off the lights and engine, coasting right into the spot below
the decking. I hoped out and opened the sliding door, took out my bag and
headed up the stairs. "Lock up the van...Will you ?"
It was cool and I had a fire going before she finally walked up the
stairs. "Hey ! I thought you were going to drive me to 'Vegas ?"
I pointed toward the lit up sky in the distance. "That's 'Vegas." She
was quiet for a while. The cabin was already getting warm. I walked over and
turned off the lights. I turned on the hot tub pump and the light.
"You hungry ? There's all kind of shit in the kitchen...Mostly healthy
shit ! Though..." I was hittin' on the bong again and held it out to her.
"I'll take your stuff up to the loft. The shower is in the bedroom down
stairs. Freshen up if you want...I've got some shit to do around here and
should be back in about five...Ten minutes." I wandered up the stairs to the
loft and placed her bag on the top stair...Then wandered outside to make sure
the van was locked. I left her with the bong.
When I entered the cabin again she was gone and the bedroom door was
closed. I could hear the shower running. It was going to be cold as I just
turned up the hot water heater. I called into the bedroom. I got no
response. She either couldn't hear me or choose to ignore me. I headed out
to the hot tub, stripped down and slid in. I was smoking a joint when she
showed up on the door to the bedroom. She had the same clothes on and giggled
a little before telling me. "The water's colder than crazy and I forgot my
clothes." She traipsed across the room and up the stairs. I floated to the
far side of the hot tub and was sure that she could see me naked from the
landing. She was staring at me. I smiled.
I was dressed and detaching the pollen heavy buds of my first harvest.
I'd picked up a hand full out of the cooker down stairs. It was an old
converted toaster, turned down real low. It could dry out bud in three days.
Well, today was...Shit ! I don't know. She was on her way up stairs when she
noticed what I was doing. She dropped her bag and came to watch.
"Is that dope ?"
"What's it look like ?" I smiled at her. I packed the bong and torched
it. We passed it back and forth in silence. "You save a long while for this
trip ?"
She nodded her head. "You can stay here if you want..For a few days to
save some bucks ? Las Vegas is an expensive place." God ! I was fucked up.
She had to be in the ozone layer.
"How much you got, Crystal ?"
"A couple of hundred ?" As if asking my approval.
"If your friend has the same...I guess you're ok ?" A long pause. "I'm
going into town tomorrow and can drop you off where ever you want. I'll be
leaving town about four and can give you a lift back up here if you want. She
was wearing a pair of shorts and a very large "T" shirt.
She paused a long time and I changed the subject on her. "Here...It's
yours. I figure about three ounces. Sell half of it...Let's say...sixty an
eighth...Aaah...Say...a grand and we're even. Give you a good cushion on your
savings." Her eyes were wide. "Or...I'm an amateur photographer and would
love to get some shots of you...Tell you what...Do a shoot with me and it's
yours for nothing...Your friend too...the same amount..." I stopped talking
and wandered to the stove for some soup. We ate in silence.
She was chewing some bread when she asked, "Nude ?" I nodded. She
smiled. I went to get the camera ready. I laughed softly all the way to the
bedroom. She followed in a few minutes. Shit ! The camera didn't even have
any film in it but the flash worked and the videos were rolling.
"I usually get a hardon while I'm shooting...Don't pay any attention to
it...Ok ?"
She sat on the bed, looking right into the camera. "Pull the "T" shirt
off, Crystal." Up it came. She was wearing a white bra and it looked like
she had about tennis ball size tits. I pretended to snap away all the while,
my cock was getting harder. She was sneaking peaks at it. I flexed it and
kept snapping. "Take off the shorts." She was down to her underwear. Her
long, brown hair almost concealing her bra straps.
I went in for some close ups. My cock was tenting my jeans and she was
staring right at it. "Turn around." She did and I reached forward and
unsnapped her bra. She looked back over her shoulder at me and let it fall in
her lap. There was a dark shadow at her crotch and I was anxious to see how
hairy her bush was. "The panties." She slid them down her legs with her back
to me and I got on the bed and started shooting over her head and into her
crotch. I could catch the swell of her breasts, too...Her areolae and nipples
all crinkly and brown...Small little things. Her pussy appeared to be nice
and hairy. I pulled my shirt off and threw it over in the corner.
The camera was lying on the bed. The tri-pod looked grotesque hanging off
over the edge. I shucked my jeans and then picked up the camera. My cock was
heavy and bouncing around in my groin as I moved about the bed, snapping away.
I coaxed her on to her back and her legs spread. I put down the camera and
torched up the bowl again.
"Piece of cake..." She laughed and glanced down at my cock.
"Are you always...Does it stay hard like this all night ?" I laughed and
nodded my head. She giggled and then I leaned over and kissed her. My tongue
slid into her mouth and searched out her's. We frenched wildly, saliva
dribbling from the corners of our mouths. My hands massaged her tits as I
pulled her down with me. Her nipples were hard and I pinched them. My mouth
found them next and she was moaning. Her pussy was wet and open. I fingered
her and then rolled between her legs. They surrounded my middle as my cock
slipped into her. She moaned louder and I was fucking her, her hands on my
ass. I was raised up on my arms watching her tits bob around on her chest. I
fucked her faster and watched her face contort in lust as she lost her
cookies. Her feet beat against my ass and back and still I kept fucking her,
long deep strokes.
"Aaaagh...Aaaagh...Aaagh..." Every time I filled her she grunted or
groaned. I was fucking her as fast as I could. Her cunt was slippery wet and
she was starting to sweat. I could see beads of perspiration forming on her
forehead. She arched her back and I collapsed on top of her. She kept
wiggling for a while with my hard cock buried in her belly. My cock kept
twitching...Oh ! This was good !
[Continued in]
"Revenge"
[part five]
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