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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Wedding Bells
Part: 1 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (MBMF+ M+f+ Interr anal oral)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 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

                               "Wedding Bells"
                                   Part One
                        (MBMF+ M+f+ Interr anal oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot.  I was sleeping alone but sharing 
the night with the past...Shit !  Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....

    The Spice Girls were playing in the background.  The door to the bedroom 
was about half closed when the man looked in.  The blonde was several, ok...A 
couple of years older than the brunette.  Shit !  Fourteen...Maybe, fifteen.  
The man just stared at them.  There was a haze of marijuana smoke about waist 
high throughout the room.

    The two sisters were sitting on the bed, passing a bong back and forth.  
He tried to think how one of them could have blond hair and the other brown 
hair, dark brown, at that.  They were very attractive young ladies and so 
fucking stoned they didn't notice him standing there.  He chuckled a bit 
before entering the room.

    The house was located in the Southeast part of the city.  A rundown 
neighborhood, filled with transients.  He met them at an ice skating 
rink...Well, not really.  They were hiding between a row of cars in the 
parking lot, sharing a cigarette.  He snuck up on them and scared them half to 
death.  They ran into the building and he watched them skate until their 
mother picked them up a while later.  She was a single parent, had her hands 
full caring for two young daughters and working full time as cocktail waitress 
at one of the newer neighborhood casinos.

    It took him less than a month to befriend her and was soon sharing her 
bed.  She was an energetic lover, would do almost anything he asked and 
enjoyed it all.  He was positive her daughters heard the moans and groans 
coming from their mother's bedroom during those nights he visited.  Some 
evenings the girls would play rough house with him before they went to bed.  
They were quite well developed young ladies for their age, the brunette having 
a much riper body than her older sister.

    The girls caught their mother and him smoking dope one night and then 
pestered him for weeks to let them do it.  He laughed but was strident in his 
refusal.  Told them that if they didn't quit bothering him, he'd tell their 
mother about catching them smoking that time at the skating rink.

    He'd arrived late.  The girls should have been in bed but weren't.  Both 
of them talking at the same time.  Their mother had to work a double shift and 
wouldn't be home until tomorrow.  The man smiled and told them to get into 
bed.  They strutted their independence..."You aren't our father...We don't 
have to do what you say."  He laughed and pulled out his bong.  They went 
right to bed and now he was standing at the door in just his boxer shorts.

    The brunette was wearing a little baby doll nightgown, a pale blue.  It 
came down to about mid-thigh.  He was betting she wasn't wearing any panties.  
His cock started to harden in his shorts.  The blonde was wearing pink 
pajamas, top and bottom.  The top was sleeveless, the bottoms ending at her 
ankles.  He went and sat with them on the bed.  Their eyes were slits, 
bloodshot from dope smoking.  They were very at ease with him and his cock 
lurched in his shorts.  He flexed it a couple of times and it got harder, 
almost visible in his shorts.

    After sharing several rounds off the bong, he started tickling the blonde.  
He chose her first, knowing she'd be the hardest to persuade.  The young thing 
was on her back, rolling back and forth, kicking her legs, as he dug his 
fingers into her almost meatless waist.  She filled the room with gales of 
laughter.  The brunette immediately got jealous and started to tickle him.  
They both attacked him as he turned his attention to the brunette.  His cock 
was getting harder.  Sooner or later one of them was going to notice the hard 
pole of desire growing in his groin.  Sooner or later it would escape through 
the fly of his boxers.

    He was on his back fighting off the little brunette when the blonde sat on 
his hardon.  He audibly groaned as she wiggled around, rubbing her crotch 
against his hard cock.  She had to notice but was too busy tickling under his 
arms as the brunette fought to keep his arms above his head.  He started 
grinding his cock against her crotch and she jumped off him to see what the 
hard thing was.

    Her laughter filled the room as his cock had worked it's way out of his 
fly, visible to her gaze.  The brunette looked down and told her sister to 
grab it.  The three of them were almost frozen in time until the blonde slowly 
reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock.  Her fingers didn't quite 
reach around his girth.  He pushed himself up to his elbows and grasped her 
hand as it encompassed his dick.  Slowly he guided her hand up and down his 
shaft.  The brunette was giggling as the man slowly ran his other hand down 
her back.  She was indeed pantiless and he rubbed his hand against her smooth 
butt, finally giving it a squeeze.

    The brunette wanted her turn and forced the blonde's hand off his cock.  
She was bent over, grasping his cock when he slid his hand between her legs.  
He found a large amount of kinky hair growing on her pussy.  When he started 
to massage it, she let out a little shriek.  The blonde was wide eyed, just 
watching.

    He rolled the brunette to her side and in the process pulled the baby doll 
up, baring her hair covered pussy.  He wasted no time moving his face to her 
loins.  Soon he was licking all meat and the brunette was jacking him off with 
a passion.  As his tongue was exploring her wet cunt and smooth butt, he felt 
her mouth encompass his cock head.  That was all it took and he started 
spurting a flood of semen into her mouth.  He could hear her sister cry out 
something but was too far gone to understand it.  Most of his cum ended up on 
his stomach and her baby doll.

    The blonde reached down and stuck her finger into it, rubbing it around on 
his stomach.  He reached for her and wrestled her bottoms off.  She too had a 
nice hairy little snatch.  A small "V" of dark, curly pubic hair covered her 
mons and soon he was licking her.  She was much more vocal than her sister and 
then he felt her sister's mouth on his soft cock.  He was thrusting as she 
sucked and soon was as hard as he got.

    He crawled between the blonde's legs and was poking his cock against her 
hair covered lips when he heard the metallic sound.  He froze.  The blonde was 
wiggling below him, his cock head against her cunt.  He rolled off her and 
sprang off the bed.  The door was fully open and standing there were two men, 
ten years his junior...Both of them carrying double barreled shot guns.  One 
of them blonde, the other with very dark hair.

    Simultaneously they chorused, "You are going to marry my daughter, aren't 
you ?"

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

    One paddle and I was up.  I dropped my right foot to the tail and dug the 
right rear rail into the swell.  The nose started to come around to the right 
and I was already moving forward, trimming to gain speed.  The board floated 
to the top of the knee high wave.  I casually walked the rest of the distance 
and planted five toes on the nose.  The wall collapsed as I back peddled, 
throwing the nose toward the shore until the wall formed again.  Back to the 
right, the board rose, to the nose I went and stood there until the next 
section disappeared behind me.  Another cut back and I was in the shore break.  
I kicked out, landing on my stomach, jumped up to my knees and began paddling 
out.

    The sun was just breaking the horizon.  I could see the van in the 
distance but didn't see Erin.  Probably still asleep.  I'd spent most of the 
week packing her shit into boxes, then Wednesday helped the movers load her 
shit into the van and off it went to Henderson, Nevada.  We'd driven down to 
Pendleton Wednesday afternoon and I surfed waist high waves until it was too 
dark to see.  We cooked on the grill, went skinny dipping and ended up making 
love at the edge of the surf.  The waves washing over us as the tide came in.

    That night a platoon or whatever of marines built their camp around the 
van and when I got up to surf the next morning, I had to sneak through their 
ranks to make it to the waves.  Erin freaked out when she got up and found all 
these young marines curled up on the sand around the van.  I laughed thinking 
what Carol would probably do in the same circumstances.  I shot the shit with 
their platoon commander while Erin put some tea on the grill.  They left 
shortly after seven; going off to do whatever marines do...I suppose.

    I scratched for the horizon as the next set was forming outside.  I picked 
the third wave as it appeared the largest and rode it all the way to shore.  
The sun was well above the horizon and I was hungry.  Carol would have come 
with me but she had to take the orals for her real estate license this 
weekend.  Plus she thought it was a good idea if I bonded with Erin alone.  
Carol said Erin didn't think I was serious about wanting to marry both of 
them.  We planned on leaving early Saturday morning for Nevada.  I cooked as 
Erin slept.  Sooner or later the smell of bacon would wake her.

    Erin O'Connel rolled over, half asleep.  She could smell the bacon and 
wondered if the marines were still training or whatever.  She rolled to the 
sliding door and found Willy working on the bacon, a joint hanging out of his 
mouth.  She rolled to her back.  She couldn't believe they did it and didn't 
get caught.  Not a word in the news papers.  Not a word on T.V.  She'd been 
told to read everything and watch all the news.  That stopped when Willy 
arrived and helped her pack up and move.

    Her mind floated back to the week before Willy arrived.....The young man 
rang the bell late at night...About ten or so.  Erin wasn't about to let him 
in until he pushed an envelope through the mail slot.  She read the note.

              Erin,
              How's life ?  Willy and I are anxious for you to
              move up here.  Hoped you might give my friend a
              place to stay.  His name's Hank and...Well, you'll
              figure it out.  Can't wait for you to get here.
                        Peace, Carol

    Jesus !  The kid was a sexual athlete.  Fucked her four or five times the 
first night !  She was almost afraid to come home the next afternoon.  About 
five-ten, twenty-five or so, great body and hardly got soft.  Not like Willy's 
hardons...The ones that last all night, it seems...She needed to work on this 
guy but damn near every time he filled her cunt or mouth with loads of jizzim.  
She missed that with Willy but if this kid was any indication she wouldn't 
have to worry about it when she got to Las Vegas.....

    She wondered if Willy'd fuck her before breakfast.  She was horny.  She 
pulled her "T" shirt off over her head and rolled out of the van.  Willy 
looked up, dropped the joint and then his trunks.  His cock was starting to 
get hard as Erin backed up and hopped back into the van.  He was hard when he 
climbed in and his cock felt so fucking good as he fucked the shit out of her.  
They were both a sweaty heap when she finally came, bucking up against his 
face after he'd fucked her for a while.

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

    The man was wearing a coat and ascot...An aristocrat.  Carol was glad she 
dressed up.  She was still a little shaky from last night and was relieved the 
appointment wasn't until five o'clock.  His name was Jay Newman.  His wife was 
Charlie.  He was about sixty, maybe a little older.  His wife about fifty-five 
or so, very skinny with brown, mousy hair.  When she left the room to get some 
refreshments, he started.

    "An interesting episode in California...Two...No...Three weeks ago.  You 
and that friend of yours...Willy Tamarack...Some creative planning involved."  
He paused.  "Very calculated.  Even though it was a very personal matter, you 
both handled it quite professionally."

    Carol was sweating.  Frank set this up...That asshole.  She couldn't 
believe he'd spill the beans.  And what the fuck did this have to do with real 
estate ?  She remained silent.

    "Let me see...About a year and a half ago.  Willy flew out of a DEA trap 
and made off with close to a hundred and fifty thousand.  Quick thinking. 
Commendable.  Do you know he led a group of about fifty specially trained 
agents on a twenty mile forced march for three days, doubled back and lost 
them.  Disappeared into thin air is what the report says."

    "Says here he then went on to set up a very large marijuana farm in 
Southern Idaho and eventually got involved with a couple making porn flicks 
with teenagers.  Split after ripping off several tapes...Apparently of a 
friend of his who got mixed up with the couple here in Las Vegas."

    Carol remained silent but was spooked.  This guy knew everything and Frank 
knew nothing about the drug bust money...Only Gary and Wanda...Maybe they told 
Frank...Nah !?

    "Admirable qualities...Friendship...Loyalty...You don't find that often in 
today's world.  He doesn't spend too much time with you, in Green Valley, does 
he ?  He must have a place some where close...Probably has a large farm and, 
if his tastes haven't changed, is probably seeing lots of young ladies."  He 
looked up and stared at her.  "You're much better looking than what this 
says."

    Carol smiled at him.  "Frank tell you all that shit ?"

    He smiled but didn't say a word.  Carol stared back at him until he 
finally looked down at his notes and started talking again.  "You've got a 
real good chance to make a killing here in 'Vegas.  Both of you.  I'd like to 
be able to call on your services every so often...Don't worry, I'll give you 
plenty of notice, only after looking at last night's sheet...You don't need it 
sometimes, do you ?"

    Carol shivered.....Last night flooded her mind.  She was keyed up about 
the interview and went out to gamble.  The tall black guy who valet parked her 
was very good looking.  John was his name and Carol made a point to ask him 
when he got off work.  When he told her, she said.  "See you at two then."  
She gambled for over three hours, had dinner and gambled some more.  Willy'd 
given her a grand before he left for the beach.  She had no idea whether it 
was from the drug bust or the sting.  She parlayed the last two hundred of 
Willy's stipend into over eight hundred, playing poker with three guys from 
New Mexico who couldn't play worth shit but thought they could.  I wonder if 
he knows I just left the black valet about thirty minutes before I got here ?

    "It says here you turned two...Three hundred into over eight or nine last 
night...True ?"  Carol nodded her head.  "Ok !  Ok !  Enough of this shit.  
Every once and a while I'd like to send you a couple or maybe a single man who 
is either moving here or thinking about it.  I'd like you to entertain them.  
The works; comp their rooms, booze, dope and of course...Fucking.  You like to 
fuck, don't you."  It wasn't a question.

    Carol looked him right in the eye and said.  "I won't fuck for money like 
that...I'm assuming this involves real estate...If I like the guy...I'll do 
anything to make the sale...I figure the commissions on these houses are going 
to be nothing to sneeze at.  I'm not going to come on to a guy for a hundred 
thousand dollar home...we're talking millions here, aren't we ?"

    He changed the subject.  "You know the movies Willy made in Idaho really 
made some big money ?"  This was news to Carol.  She was confident that, if 
Willy was involved at all, he did it just to get Gary off the hook.  What kind 
of money was this guy talking about ?

    Before she could ask, he calmly stated.  "Two hundred thousand each...That 
went to the couple...The couple who Willy stole those tapes from...Of your 
friend, Gary."

    Shit !  Carol had no idea what was involved in Idaho.  Willy had so many 
tapes of sexual encounters.  She knew he hid them all around...All in bank 
vaults.  She made her decision.  "Ok !  I'm interested but if you're talking 
videos I can't do that part of it.  I can help but you'll have to talk with 
Willy...And Erin, too.  She's part of it"

    "Your friend, Erin, is already taken care of.  I assume you're smart 
enough to realize that Ron is not just some lawyer."

    Carol smiled a very large smile.  She and Willy had already come up with a 
plan for Ron...And Ron was going to love it.

    "Bring them both over tomorrow afternoon...Here...About three...I want to 
talk with Willy...Can you make that work ?"

    Carol nodded her head and then he said.  "Well...That about does it except 
for..."

    Carol interrupted him.  "Convincing you to buy a five hundred thousand 
dollar house...Shit !  Let's make it a million...Shall we ?"

    Jay just nodded his head as the woman started taking off her clothes.  He 
remained clothed.  "This won't work with most of them.  You'll scare them 
away..."

    That trailed off as she was naked and moving toward him.  She was on her 
knees, pulling his cock out of his fly...And sucking on it's head.  She hadn't 
said a word yet and the women usually did by now.

    Carol couldn't believe the size of this guy's cock.  It made Willy look 
like king kong.  She licked around the head and then gobbled it all up.

    Jay could hardly think.  This was a real fucking blow job.  He struggled 
to make it come out right.  "You know a video of you taking on...Aaagh !  
Taking on a high school basketball team would make you close to five hundred 
grand...Fuck !  You've got twice the body, Connie said you had..."

    Carol paused and then continued sucking.  Connie, huh ?!  Makes sense, 
with the cock on Rich.  There are probably several videos of theirs making the 
rounds...Maybe the one she was in ?  He was starting to tremble as she 
redoubled her effort and sucked the jizzim right out of his balls.  He backed 
away still wearing his slacks, shirt, ascot and jacket...His cock barely 
visible in his open fly.

    Carol was thinking it through...Didn't notice the wife enter the room.  
She was wearing a leather suit below the waist, nude above.  She looked like a 
young boy with the wig gone.  Out of her groin grew a hard rubber cock, pretty 
good size, too.

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

    Willy opened the kitchen door.  It was locked and that was unusual.  Erin 
was sitting in the still running van with the garage door open.  Willy even 
told her to sit in the driver's seat.  "Beat feet if the shit hits the fan."  
She couldn't believe how cautious he was...Almost like he didn't trust Carol.  
He disappeared from sight for about three minutes.  When he got back, he had a 
big shit eatin' grin on his face.  He motioned for her to join him while he 
closed the garage door.

    Shit !  I found Carol blowing a young black guy.  Well...Not real young.  
I mean twenty-five or six.  Doesn't pay to be too cautious, though.  I led 
Erin through the kitchen, to the master bedroom.  Carol was up on her knees, 
sucking this guy's brains out.  I pulled Erin into the room with me and 
coughed.  The black guy sat up straight, a look of annoyance on his face, and 
Carol turned toward the door.

    "Sorry to break this up...I'm Willy and this is Erin.  I need to talk with 
Carol."

    The black guy didn't look any happier.  "John...These are the people I was 
talking about."  She jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  Erin was 
staring at his cock.  It looked a lot longer than mine...And had a real unique 
head on it...Almost like the handle end of a baseball bat.

    "Erin...Why don't you keep John company for a bit.  Then come join us in 
the hot tub."  I turned and left the room.  Carol was drawing water.  I 
started to take off my clothes.

    She started at the beginning.  Every once and a while we could hear Erin 
squealing...Maybe shrieking is a better word.  Carol mentioned that when it 
came to fucking, this guy was a stud.  I laughed and popped a tab of "fuck."  
No sense giving him a fair shot...Shit !  He was twenty years my junior !

    Carol finished up with, "...anyway...I figure we go...See what he's 
offering.  I know you won't do anything without the players permission.  But 
you're doing it already...Just not selling them.  What's the harm in asking ?"

    John entered the bathroom.  His cock was slimy and hanging half way down 
his thigh, or so it seemed.  He stopped about three feet away.  "You're not 
gay or bi...Are you ?"  Carol started laughing.  I smiled and then John sat 
down on the edge of the hot tub.  Carol swam over to him and started to nibble 
on his cock.  I was getting hard, even in the hot water.  She was jerking him 
and just sucking on the head of his cock.  I got up and he stared at my hardon 
for a moment before going back to watching Carol give him head.

    Erin appeared at the door to the bathroom.  I could see his jizzim in her 
crotch.  He looked over his shoulder at her.  Then she crossed the tile and 
knelt next to him as Carol sucked his cock.  They started kissing and I raised 
Carol to her feet and entered her from behind as she continued to suck on 
John's cock.  Her cunt was stretched.  I knew he'd fucked her three, maybe 
four times.  Her asshole was clamped shut though and I was hot to plug her 
butt.  I didn't think John had been there yet.

    She hardly missed a beat as I forced my cock into her ass...And then I 
started fucking her.  Hard and fast.  She came in less than five minutes as I 
jerked around behind her.  All the while she was telling John that I was 
fucking her in the ass...That is when she wasn't sucking the life back into 
his cock.  I was amazed at how long it was.  Maybe not much thicker than mine 
but almost twice the length.  She moaned real loud when he worked it into her 
bowels...And then fuck...Yea !  You could say that John fucked her.  For about 
fifteen minutes he pounded her senseless.  He screams of ecstasy filled the 
tilled bathroom.  Erin was fingering herself but I just watched the show.  It 
was very impressive.

    His cock looked like a chocolate ice cream stick when he dragged it out of 
her ass.  Long streaks of white cum ran up and down the sides of his dick.  I 
got up and filled her again.  Her insides were like warm mush.  I fucked her 
like a maniac, watching his jizzim escape from around my cock.  It didn't take 
long and Carol was lying on the side of the tile, panting.  Erin just stared, 
wide eyed.

    My cock was still hard as I sank down in the water to wash off.  Jesus !  
I was sweating like a pig.  So was Carol.  The sweat pooled on her back and 
her legs were spread just enough to allow a view of the cum seeping out of her 
asshole.

    I torched up a joint.  "Sorry...John...But we've got to be some place in a 
little while.  Carol knows how to get in touch with you...I imagine."

    He nodded and struggled out of the tub...Not believing it had gone exactly 
how they told him it would.  The first night he was afraid she wouldn't take 
notice.  After she told him she'd be back at two, he breathed a little easier 
but was still edgy until she wandered out of the casino about five minutes 
before he got off work.  Fuck !  She was a hot bitch and fucked and sucked his 
brains out until the sun came up.  He prayed he performed up to her 
expectations.  This was his first big case and he'd been told he was playing 
in the big leagues now.

    He remembered how she picked him up last night...Well, really early 
morning...Drove right up at two a.m., her skirt hiked up above her waist...A 
hand between her legs, asking if he could scratch her itch.  Jesus !  He 
counted fucking her four times last night.  She wouldn't let him stop...He 
never thought he'd get it up this morning when she started sucking him...And 
then...Jesus !  Another one...A blonde...Not quite as hot...Different almost 
innocent.  He was in.  He knew it and could hardly wait to pass the word.

    I let Carol sleep on the tile floor.  Shit !  It was over eighty-five in 
the bathroom when you cooked off the Jacuzzi...Always warmed the place up too 
much.  I jumped into a cold shower with Erin.

    Carol rolled over, the events of the last several evenings flooding her 
mind.  Jay's wife looked like a young man and the cock she used on her was 
unreal...Hard as Willy got on the pills but pliable.  The woman could form it 
into strange shapes and then ream it into her cunt or ass...And she did that 
for almost an hour.  If Carol hadn't been getting a steady diet of Willy's 
hour long hardons, she wouldn't have been able to walk out to her car.  The 
woman only quit when she was exhausted.  Carol giggled.  She went right out, 
had a good meal and picked up John at two...Now !  That was some fucking.  She 
remembered the first time he came in her.  Like a geyser.  She could feel it 
flood out of her womb and dribble down her ass cheeks.  She was sucking his 
cock before he rolled to his back.  His groan was defining.

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

    We've been busy since that afternoon.  Lots of shit going on.  Trying to 
plan the wedding and Jay got Carol her first prospective sale.  Frank gave it 
to her on Tuesday afternoon.  She called me as soon as Frank left the office; 
told me she'd be late because some papers didn't get where they were supposed 
to get.  Our little code...Usually I couldn't remember what it meant but that 
was ok !?  I'd just built the timer back up to twenty-four hours of sun 
light...Start another cycle.  Got over three pounds of bud...Just crazy.  We 
were meeting the lawyer for lunch at Terra Sushi tomorrow.  He was in for a 
big afternoon.

    I told Erin that Carol wouldn't be able to make it and briefed her on the 
whole thing.  She looked great dressed in a woman's suit with heels...Straight 
from Wall Street.  I dressed in a suit and tie like I did Saturday night.  I 
was glad I had as it was all business.....Of course, I would only use ladies 
who signed off on it...The final product...Not stills or any other shit...I 
was totally in charge and could sell or not sell.  Jay said we'd negotiate for 
every video.  Jay'd watch it...Make an offer...I'd make the final 
decision...Yes or no.....Back to lunch.

    I was laughing.  The fucking shyster didn't recognize me...Then I 
remembered he'd only met general Moore.  I had an Ashai Dry and he drank green 
tea.  So did Erin.  He was quick and to the point.  They just had an associate 
make partner...three years.  Worked real estate law.  Her criminal law would 
be welcome in the partnership.  Erin talked money.

    "Starting...eighty-five k's, plus a percentage of the net...Should work 
out to a little over a hundred grand the first year...But don't quote me on 
that.  You come highly recommended...Jay Newman is someone to know."

    Erin left for the lady's room and I snapped my fingers.  The young girl 
rushed over with another Ashai Dry.  She giggled a little and covered her 
mouth.  I started.  "You're probably too young for the war...Am I right ?"

    He nodded, his eyes riveted to the young girl as she moved away from the 
table.  "Oriental women...Young ones especially...Couldn't beat them away with 
a stick.  Suck and fuck your brains out...For a song or a warm meal...Those 
were the days...I was young..."  This was a line right out of the fiction of 
Vietnam and while I'm sure there was some of that going on ??  If there was ?  
I sure wasn't privy to it.

    He was staring at me.  "If you can get the afternoon off we could go out 
and fuck around a little."  He looked at me strangely.  "Come on, it'll be a 
lot of fun.  You'll kick yourself if you don't join me."

    Still, he wouldn't commit.  "You can drive your own car.  I'll give you 
the address.  If you're not cool with it, you can leave."

    The slight nod came just as Erin sat down.  I excused myself and went to 
use the phone.  J.J. was always hard to get a hold of.  He never spent two 
nights at the same place.  Gee Gee picked up the page and I could tell she was 
at a pay phone.  In under a minute, we were off the phone.  Sharon would be at 
my place by two.  It was one-fifteen.

    I tapped the young Japanese girl on the shoulder and told her I forgot her 
name.  Shit !  I don't think I ever knew it.  "Jackie."  Sounded strange to me 
but what was I to say ?  She said she could make it by three, maybe.  I told 
her to be out back in ten minutes and then told mamasan that I needed some 
cleaning done...Wanted to borrow Jackie.

    Erin had the van started while I was shaking Ron's hand.  I whispered in 
his ear.  "Give Erin something to do this afternoon.  We need the condo and 
while Erin is cool to party with.  This afternoon will be plenty special 
without her...Get me ?"  I smiled at him.

    Ron Lyster didn't know what to believe about this guy.  Was he offering 
him some young stuff ?  Jesus !  What he wouldn't do to spend an hour or two 
with that young Japanese girl.  "Aaah...Erin...Could you run me some errands 
this afternoon ?  I forgot to tell you...I'm the partner you work for 
directly.  Tomorrow morning, ten sharp...In my office."  He gave her one of 
his cards and then droned on for several minutes.  I lost track of what he was 
saying but Erin just stared at him and then put the van in gear and was gone.

    We headed to the condo in Ron's Audi...And when the young Japanese girl 
got off the floor boards in the back seat he did about three double takes.  
Sharon was walking up the road that led to the condo, through the trees.  I 
had Ron stop for her.  She was in the car and on my lap in seconds.  I had the 
garage door coming up and Ron drove right in.  The four wheel drive job was 
parked inside.  The door was on the way down as I got out of Ron's car, 
shooing Sharon and Jackie in front of me.  The two of them were on their way 
to the bathroom; they just had to pee.

    Ron was laughing like crazy as I fired up the bong.  After a nice hit, I 
held it out for him.  Ron shook his head and then Sharon and Jackie were all 
over us, going for the bong.  Sharon took a huge hit and groaned as she 
released the smoke.

    "Willy...Is this the stuff that makes me so horny ?"  I just nodded.  Ron 
laughed again and she continued.  "Oh !  Good !"  She handed the bong to Ron, 
again he shook his head.  "It always makes Willy hard for an hour or so."  
Sharon passed the bong to Jackie and the Japanese girl took a giant rip.  This 
time, when Ron was handed the bong, he took a huge hit.  I got to my feet and 
held my hand out for Sharon.

    Sharon was bouncing up and down on my cock when Ron looked in the door 
way.  He moved out to get a better view and then pulled Jackie with him down 
the hall.  She was still dressed but her face was puffy, like she'd been 
blowing him.  I rolled Sharon off of me and walked to the closet.  I had two 
T.V.'s set up on a shelf.  I turned them both on and their corresponding 
VCR's, finally stepping away.  Jackie was sitting on the bed sucking on his 
cock, while Ron frantically tried to get his clothes off.  I knew he was going 
to blow a load in her mouth as he'd stopped taking his shirt off and grabbed 
her head.  I zoomed in to get a good shot of her face as the jizzim dribbled 
out of the side of her mouth.

    I called Sharon over and had her stand in front of me.  I poked my cock in 
between her ass and soon felt her hand guiding me into her warmth.  Her pussy 
nibbled on my cock as I forced it into her.  Good and tight with just the 
taste of bone.  I fucked in and out of her while I watched Jackie and Ron 
tearing off their clothes and getting on the bed.  I gave Ron a little pink 
pill with his drink at lunch.  I'm experimenting with quantity as I never want 
to run out of them.  Anyway...He's moving toward Jackie's hairless pussy, just 
hard as snot.  God !  Did he fuck that young Japanese girl ?!  I got tired of 
watching and took Sharon back to bed.

                                [Continued in]
                               "Wedding Bells"
                                  [part two]

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