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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Revenge"{Frederick T.}(MF+ anal oral)[2/5]
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 02:10:05 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Revenge
Part: 2 of 5
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF+ anal oral)
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 Two
                               (MF+ anal oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

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

    It was just a little after zero four-thirty.  I was parked across the 
street from Clark Electronics.  Not much action at this time of the morning - 
like a graveyard at midnight.  About ten minutes ago several, what do you call 
them today ?  Custodial Engineers ?  Well, they were, what I would call, 
cleaning people...And they entered the building after being cleared by the 
security guard.  I made a few notes and sat back to wait.

    My mind wandered back to last night.....After asking Erin to dance, the 
young cop edged her aside and stepped between us.

    "And who might you be, mister long hair ?"  While standing very steady, 
his voice was slightly slurred.

    I slowly reached for my wallet, keeping my eyes locked with his and while 
flashing my retired military ID, said in a low voice.  "Agent Tamarack, air 
force office of special investigations...Been working with Ms. O'Connel on a 
national security issue...I need to talk with her."

    The cop's eyes darted back and forth between my face and ID.  I could tell 
he didn't get a good look at it as I slapped my wallet back together and slid 
it into my back pocket.  He backed away just a bit as I moved to take Erin's 
arm again and that's all I needed.  Three minutes later I was guiding her out 
the door and to the van.

    The ride to Erin's house was a disaster.  She puked all over the floor of 
the van until I finally forced her head out the window at a red light.  The 
people stopped next to us were treated to a spectacular view of a middle aged 
woman spewing forth mouthful after mouthful of vomit down the side of the van 
and into the street.  It was well after ten before I got her stripped, 
showered and into bed.  She spent almost an hour on her knees in front of the 
commode, dry heaving.  I spent another hour back out at the van cleaning up 
the mess and trying to get the stink of vomit out of it.  I finally rolled up 
the windows and smoked a joint, figuring the smell of pot would mask the smell 
of puke.  Not totally successful.  She was still passed out when my watch 
alarm went off at zero three-thirty.  I tried to get her to drink some water 
and take a couple of aspirin but that was a waste of time.....

    It was starting to get light before the parking lot at Clark Electronics 
began to fill.  Each car was checked by the security guard before being 
allowed to enter the facility's parking lot.  I made some more notes and 
finally left about six-fifteen.  No sense hanging around to watch the cock 
sucker show up.  With luck I'd never see the asshole and he'd never guess it 
was me who fucked him over.  Erin was still passed out when I got to her 
place.  I again tried to force some water into her but was as unsuccessful as 
I was earlier.

    I spent an hour or so looking up numbers in the phone book, jotting down 
notes and ideas before calling Carol.  "Yo !  Beautiful...How's your twat ?"  
I started laughing.  She started telling me how horny she was and how she 
wished I was there to ease the pain...I started laughing again and she cracked 
up when I told her it sounded like she needed a little oral therapy.  I went 
on to tell her that I'd be gone several days but needed her to do me a couple 
of favors.

    "First...Get Gary Cahill's schedule, if that worthless airline pilot has 
one.  Second, send my uniform to Erin's - ASAP...Today...Over night mail."  
Carol was full of questions but I put her off by telling her I'd brief her on 
the whole gig when I got home.  Erin stumbled into the kitchen as I was 
finishing up with Carol.  She looked horrible.  Her eyes puffy and blood 
shot...Her face a pasty color...Her hands shook as she tried to pour herself a 
glass of orange juice.  I asked her if she wanted to talk to Carol ?  She just 
shook her head.

    "Well...How does the party animal feel this morning ?"

    When she talked it was like a whisper coming out of a deep well.  Wanted 
to know how I found her, how she got home, etc., etc.  I laughed and answered 
all her questions only stopping when she asked, "Well...How many did I fuck 
last night ?  I'm sure you kept a good count."  She was staring at me through 
very blood shot eyes.  I could almost see the blood pulsing through her 
temples and imagined that it was hard for her to even talk as hung over as she 
was.

    While I didn't think the question was a fair one, I was not about to get 
in an argument with her.  "You might want to ask your cop buddies...I only 
brought you home, cleaned you up and put you to bed.  The van still stinks of 
puke.  I need to get it cleaned up some more...You plan on paying a visit to 
your place of employment this morning ?"

    She asked what time it was and then wandered back into the rear of the 
house.  I called several of the numbers I'd looked up earlier.  I was going to 
be a busy man today.  Erin looked considerably better when she re-entered the 
kitchen a little after nine.

    "You want me to drive you to work ?"  She stood at the kitchen counter 
sipping more o.j.

    "I'm sorry, Willy..."

    "Forget it, Erin...I'm leaving to run some errands...You want a ride to 
work ?"

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

    I was in a phone booth less than a block away from Clark Electronics.  I 
just watched Rich Clark, Connie's husband, drive out of the parking lot.  
Probably going to lunch...I hope...I hope.  My call was answered on the third 
ring by one of those computer things, giving me a half dozen choices...None of 
which I wanted.  I waited until a female finally answered, "Clark Electronics.  
Debby speaking.  How can I help you ?"

    "Hey !  Debby...This is Jonas up in records...What's the number for 
security...We just had someone spill their coke all over and I need some clean 
up...Probably should have the number but I just can't find it..."  I let that 
trail off and Debby almost immediately came back with the number for security.

    Another call and I was talking to the guard shack.  I could see the guy 
picking up the phone as it rang.  "Jameson...Security."

    "Hey !  Jameson...Jonas up in records...Had a spill and called the 
custodial outfit to send a guy over.  He should be here any minute...Let him 
through will you...Name's Talbot or something like that...Ok ?"

    The guard grunted his "ok" and I was into the van and moving down the 
street toward the gate.  The van was waved through and I parked in an empty 
space, well away from the entrance.  I was dressed in overalls.  They were 
almost the exact same color as the ones I saw this morning.  I'd also painted 
the name of the custodial service on the side of the van in water colors.  I 
was almost laughing as I entered the building.

    I looked up the records office on one of those signs in the lobby.  It was 
in the rear of the building.  There was a secretary type sitting at a desk 
outside the door.  She told me she didn't know anything about a spill but 
waved me through after I explained, "Hey !  I'm just here to clean up.  I can 
leave if you don't need me."

    "Make it quick.  Mr. Brownstone will be back from lunch in about a half 
hour."  I smiled at her and entered the office.  There were several file 
cabinets against the wall but I went right to the computer on his desk.

    In under a minute I was logging on using Mr. Brownstone's password, which 
he kept on a card under his desk blotter.  As I've said before, computers will 
be the down fall of the modern world some day !  I scrolled through the files 
as fast as I could and then used the find command to locate anything that had 
"military" in it.  I copied them all onto a disk and was out of the office in 
under fifteen minutes.

    Twenty minutes later I was back at the library reading the files.  It took 
me almost three hours but I finally found what I wanted.....Clark Electronics 
was founded by Rich's father, Harold, shortly after WW II.  It was an assembly 
plant for all types of electronics, some with military applications.  It did 
quite a bit of military contract work during the Vietnam era and during that 
time had a number of military liaison officers who called on the company 
regularly.  I jotted notes like crazy and was relieved to find Erin still at 
her desk when I entered her office a little after four.

    Erin still felt like shit and went to bed early.  I followed shortly, 
after working on my notes and going over the game plan a couple of times, 
trying to poke holes in it.  I was up early, left a note for Erin and spent a 
great three hours surfing waist high swells at Camp Pendleton.  Before leaving 
the base, I stopped by the BX and browsed through the military clothing 
section.  No way I could use my rank.  The officer I'd chosen was a major at 
the time - twenty years ago - and, if he was still in the service, would be at 
least a colonel...Oh !  Fuck it !  If I'm going to break the law...Might as 
well go all the way.  I used to be a major and major general sounded pretty 
cool to me.  I bought a set of double stars...The insignia of a major general.

    When I arrived back at Erin's my uniform was waiting in a box on the front 
porch.  I headed on down to the costume shop, where I got the custodial 
uniform, and bought a whole bunch of other stuff...Then spent the afternoon 
working on my disguise.  When Erin entered the kitchen a little after five, 
she came face to face with Major General Al Moore, United States Air Force.

    She froze and I could tell by the expression on her face that she had no 
idea who I was.  "Who...What...Who the...What are you doing in my house and 
who let you in...Is...Where's Willy ?"

    I stood and in a very deep voice said, "Major General Al Moore, at your 
service, Ms. O'Connel.  Mr. Tamarack is out for a while...Told me to keep an 
eye on you."  I couldn't keep it up and started laughing like a fool.  The 
look on Erin's face was priceless...She had no fucking idea who I was, until I 
started laughing.

    "Willy...Willy Tamarack...What the fuck are you up to ?"  I just kept 
laughing, figuring if Erin didn't recognize me - Rich Clark didn't have a 
snowball's chance in hell - even if he ran into me in the halls or talking 
with his old man.  I called Carol and thanked her for sending the uniform and 
inquired about "Wildman."  She gave me some dates and I jotted them down in my 
now copious notes.

    I asked Erin if she wanted to talk with Carol and she damn near ripped the 
phone right out of my hand.  "Shit !  Carol, you're not going to believe this.  
I didn't recognize the fool at all.  Looks ten years older, thirty pounds 
heavier...Fat face...Cut his hair and the uniform...Jesus !  He's a general or 
something..."  She was silent for a few moments and then started laughing like 
crazy.  "...Yea...Yea...Oh !  That sounds good...Love to...Willy said you got 
your twat pierced or something ?"  Silence and then Erin was laughing again.  
She put her hand over the phone and asked me if I wanted to talk with Carol 
some more.  I shook my head and sat back down at the table.

    When Erin hung up she looked at me for a long while before moving over 
toward me.  "You know, general...Guys in uniform really make a girl horny."  
One of her hands was combing my short hair.  I missed my pony tail already.  I 
started working my tie off.  She reached down and stopped me.  "Keep the 
uniform on, general.  Keep it on, general...Just get your dick out and fuck 
me."

    I reached up under her dress and started to massage her nylon covered 
thighs, working my way up to her crotch.  It was warm and humid.  The uniform, 
can't be ?  Maybe she's right ?  I flashed back to playing a police officer 
with one of my girl friends in Las Vegas and laughed as I massaged her cunt 
lips through her panty hose.

    She leaned down and kissed me.  "Come on, general...Get your dick out.  I 
want to see it...Want you to fuck me...Come on."

    Her nasty litany was having an effect on me.  My cock was spongy and 
getting harder by the second.  I grabbed the crotch of her panty hose and 
ripped it downward.  I knew I tore out some of her pubic hair as she winced 
and that made me harder.  Her panty hose was around her knees when I rose and 
turned her toward the breakfast room table.  I kicked the chair out of the way 
and pushed her shoulders down on to the table top.  I was getting wild and 
could already envision my cock ramming into her cunt...Maybe even her ass.

    I ripped up her skirt and now her ass was visible - two balloons of white 
flesh, nice and plump.  While not near as nice as Carol's, Erin had a nice 
little butt.  Visions of my cock plowing into her asshole flooded my brain.  I 
reached between her cheeks and reamed a finger into her cunt.  It was moist 
but not yet ready to fuck.  I fucked my finger in and out for a couple of 
strokes while I lowered my fly and fished out my cock.  It was hard as rock 
and quivered in my hand.  Erin almost screamed, "Come on, general...Give me 
some cock !"

    "Spread your ass, lady."  She struggled to reach her butt and spread her 
cheeks wide.  I could see the tuft of dark, kinky hair on her cunt lips.  It 
tapered off to just a few scraggly hairs around her asshole.  I pushed my cock 
head against her cunt lips and drove my hips forward.  Her head snapped up off 
the table and she wailed real loud.  I drove forward again and could feel her 
cunt lips spreading to allow my cock to enter.

    "Spread your ass...wider, lady."  She did and I bottomed out against her 
ass cheeks.  I started fucking.  All the way in and then all the way out.  She 
was getting a little wetter but still no where near wet enough to fuck.  Every 
time I pushed into her she grunted, "Uuugh."  It made me wild and I started 
fucking her faster.  "Wider...Lady."  She spread her cheeks further apart.  
Now her anus was stretched wide, kinky strands of hair growing around it.  I 
wet my finger and reamed it into her asshole.  Her head came off the table 
again and the kitchen was filled with an almost banshee scream.  I fucked her 
faster, both my cock and finger plowing in and out of her orifices.  Both were 
getting gooey.

    "This what you want, lady ?"  I was almost screaming.

    "Ooooh !  Yeeessss !  Just like that and harder...harder, general."

    Her asshole was clinging to my finger as it fucked in and out of her and I 
was beyond control.  I ripped my cock out of her cunt and pressed it against 
her anus.  One thrust and I buried half my cock into her asshole.  She started 
to wiggle around on the table, her hands flew above her head and grasped the 
other end of the table.  I started fucking and didn't stop until the kitchen 
was flooded with her screams of ecstasy.  As "Joe Cocker" arrived, I realized 
that I was also filling the kitchen with loud wails of "Fuck" and "Suck" and 
numerous other expletives.

    When I finally dragged my cock out of her asshole, I watched her butt 
cheeks twitch for a few moments before sitting down and attempting to catch my 
breath.  Erin looked over her shoulder at me and winked.  "I always knew I 
should have married a military man."

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

    At precisely zero eight hundred the following morning I was at the Clark 
Electronics security gate.  "Major General Al Moore...To see Harold Clark."  
The guard looked at me kind of strange and mumbled something, I didn't catch, 
before picking up the phone and carrying on a short conversation with 
somebody.  It's amazing what a uniform will do to most people.  We give the 
Germans a lot of shit about the Nazis and WWII but most Americans are the 
same.

    "Aaah...General..."

    "Moore...Major General Al Moore...Used to liaison with Clark during the 
Vietnam War...Just dropping by to pay a courtesy visit."

    "Aaah...Yea...Right, General Moore...But, Mr. Clark passed away about 
three years ago.  His son's running the company now and will see you right 
away."  The gate slid open and I motored through in my rented Lincoln.  No way 
a two star general would be driving a VW van.

    Fuck !  I started to sweat.  Obviously didn't do enough research.  The six 
"P's" flashed through my head...Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.  
Well, too late now.  Looks like I was going to come face to face with the son 
of a bitch after all.

    I pulled into a visitor's slot and was hardly out of the car before, Rich 
Clark was at the entrance and walking toward the Lincoln.  "General Moore, 
glad you could drop by to pay us a visit.  My dad always praised you 
highly...Used to talk about you all the time.  Come on in."

    How to play it ??  I was unsure.  On the one hand, the son of bitch didn't 
say it was good to see me again so I figured he'd never met me.  Shit !  This 
asshole was still dodging the draft back then.  Chances are he'd never heard 
of Al Moore.  Go with your instincts, Willy.

    "Sorry to hear about your dad, Mr. Clark."

    "Call me Rich.  I wasn't even in the business way back then...Still in 
school.  Can I get you a cup of coffee ?"  Not even a reference to his dad's 
demise...What a slime ball.

    We were halfway down the hall; going where ?  I had no idea.  "Brenda, get 
General Moore a cup of java."  He barked to a very nice looking young lady 
sitting outside his office.  He sat me in a very comfortable chair and I 
remembered the cabin and the drugged drink he gave me...Oh !  So long ago.  
Get your shit together, Willy.  This is the big leagues, buddy !

    "You in town on business ?"  And so it went.  I told him I was just back 
from the orient with some pentagon types...Now that the cold war was 
over...Not much for an old soldier to do.  Defense just didn't seem important 
to the country any more.

    "How's Clark handling the defense draw down ?  I bet it's cut into 
contracts and that all important bottom line."

    Rich Clark went on and on about how well they had weathered the storm.  
How the company was making in-roads into commercial electronics fields they'd 
never dreamed of in the past.  But they did miss the defense contracts and 
hadn't totally made up for the few that came along.  The way he saw it, the 
future was to provide for the defense of the many emerging nations of the 
world - technology transfer.

    Just then Brenda came in with the coffee and Rich gave her some shit for 
taking so long.  I wondered if he was fucking her ?  She had a very nice butt 
from where I was sitting...And then it hit me !

    I'll be very honest...When I started this gig...I really had very little 
idea how it would pan out...And while I wanted to know Gary Cahill's 
availability, I really wasn't sure how I could use him...I just wanted to have 
a back up...A wingman out on the flank, covering my six.

    The words "technology transfer" exploded in my head.  Seems I'd seen 
several news pieces on that very subject.  Something about politicians taking 
campaign contributions from foreign governments and corporations to allow the 
transfer of technology.  Jesus !  I wish I wasn't so stoned all the time.  Who 
am I kidding ??!!

    Rich was going on and on about how hard it was to get on the preferred 
list of exporters.  It was so political and with his father's death, the 
company had lost many of it's political connections.  My brain was racing, my 
pulse quick...I had the inkling of an idea forming and tried to feed it while 
he droned on and on.  He was now talking about a tour of the plant and maybe 
lunch.  Jesus !  I didn't want to spend all day here but up we got and out the 
door we went.

    I paid little attention as we wandered through the plant.  Probably 
because I had no idea what we were viewing but I "Oohed" and "Aahed" at the 
appropriate times and tried to look interested.  He was talking about some 
electronic gizmo the company made that would revolutionize the communications 
industry...They sold it to some satellite companies...Or, it was used in 
satellites ?

    It was almost noon and we were heading back to his office when he popped 
the question...And while the idea, I was germinating, wasn't quite strong 
enough to grow on it's own...His question was like pure fertilizer.

    "General Moore...How does the pentagon view tech transfer ?  Is it really 
viewed as a threat to national defense or as a way for American companies to 
compete in the world market place ?  You know, if we don't provide it someone 
else will !"

    "That's an interesting question, Rich.  And you've hit the nail on the 
head when you allude to two schools of thought.  With the recent interest in 
the last presidential election campaign..."  I droned on for a few minutes and 
could see Rich was all ears.  "...appears that the young and up-coming 
officers view tech transfer as a way to keep the American defense industries 
at the cutting edge, while older, more established officers view it as a 
threat to the national defense."

    "It's too bad that relations between the industry and the pentagon are not 
what they were...Years ago..."  He let that hang in the air and I threw 
caution to the winds and baited the hook.

    "Well, many of those young officers have left the service to promote their 
ideas in the political circles of just about every state that has some defense 
companies...There was this young man working for me several years ago, who had 
a view that this was the only way to make America strong...Kind of letting the 
third world be our testing ground for unique new ideas...He left my tutelage 
and went to work for a senator right here in California.  He's now working on 
his own as a consultant and from what I've heard has done some very fine work 
for some companies here in the state..."

    Rich was almost crawling up over his desk waiting for me to offer more.  
"General...That's just what Clark needs now...Would it be possible for you to 
mention a good word ?  A foot in the door...That's all I need.  I can carry 
the ball from there..."

    "Well, I suppose I could give him a call when I get back to 
Washington...Put in a good word for the company...After all, your dad was 
pretty good to me way back when..."

    "When are you leaving ?"  Rich asked.  I mentioned some made up flight 
number and Rich was almost salivating.  "Maybe you could spend a day or two 
here and set it up...from here ?  It would be much more impressive if the 
three of us could get together...Maybe, tomorrow...The next day ?"

    I dug into my coat pocket and pulled out the small note book I'd been 
jotting down ideas in and pretended to review it.  This was moving much faster 
than I'd ever imagined and the possibilities were just about endless.  I felt 
the hook was in deep and now had to dampen my desire to reel him in all at 
once.  I needed a little wiggle room.

    "Let me see...Now...Day after tomorrow I have a budget meeting that I just 
can't get out of...So I'd have to leave no later than tomorrow..."

    "That settles it then..."  He picked up the phone and barked.  "Brenda get 
General Moore a deluxe at the Airport Hilton...Wet bar...The works and get us 
reservations at the Velvet Turtle for lunch...Say...One-thirty or so."

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

    Three things happened during our luncheon that made me think I was way in 
over my head...And...Yea !  I probably was but now that I was sitting on the 
bed in the Airport Hilton, sipping on an Ashai Dry, my confidence was growing 
by leaps and bounds.  First; as we wander out to get in the limo...Hey !  It's 
a company expense...A fucking write off...He mentions something like, "...like 
a little something like that tonight ?"  Obviously, referring to Brenda, his 
secretary.

    While I was tempted, I felt that doing something that stupid should be 
reserved for presidents or kings or some such.  I countered with, "I think the 
young ladies of today are more interested in the commander-in-chief."  And 
then laughed a hearty laugh.  Rich joined me and even put his arm around my 
shoulder as we headed toward the front of the building.

    Second; when we got in the limo, the driver turned and asked.  "Where to 
boss ?"  I almost had a heart attack.  It was one of the black, fake cops who 
had their way with Carol at the cabin.  I could feel the sweat rolling down my 
sides from under my arms and had to wipe my upper lip several times on the way 
to the restaurant.

    Third; and this was the real jolt.  We had just been seated when in walks, 
you guessed it, Connie.  Jesus !  She looked great.  Wearing a little sun 
dress that showed plenty of leg and cut low in front, showing a little 
cleavage.  My heart was beating a mile a minute.  I had to drink about three 
glasses of water to keep my mouth from attempting to resemble Death Valley.  
She sat next to me and rubbed her leg against mine several times during lunch.  
Most distracting but I was on a mission...A deep strike against a cock sucker 
who was fucking with my friends...I closed my mind to her...Well, almost.  
Fuck !  She looked good enough to eat and I was real hungry even after 
spending most of last evening fucking and sucking with Erin.

    But now I was safe...For a while.  They insisted that I take the limo to 
the Hilton but I put them off, using the Lincoln as an excuse.  I promised to 
make some calls this afternoon and hopefully would have some news by this 
evening.  Maybe, I could set up a lunch for tomorrow ?

    "That's great, general.  How about we celebrate at dinner ?"  I tried to 
use the time zone excuse, after all I told him I just got back from the orient 
but that didn't float and seeing no way to back out, agreed to meet them for 
dinner.

    I was adding some meat to the plan, making a note every now and then in my 
notebook when the knock came at the door.  I'd just got off the phone with 
Erin, telling her that I wouldn't be back to her place before tomorrow.  She 
had a million questions but I put her off by promising to tell her the whole 
thing tomorrow.  I asked her to call Carol and tell her to call Gary and set 
up a time we could get together with him.  So it couldn't be Erin.  

    Well...Maybe, but I didn't think so.  That left only two people who knew 
where I was.  I was glad I still had my uniform on as the disguise didn't work 
with any of my other clothes.

    I looked through the peep hole in the door and my heart started running a 
sprint.  Connie Clark was standing there with a bottle of Jack Daniels wearing 
that little sun dress of her's.  I opened the door and she gave me a big 
smile.

    "My husband wanted me to drop this by and thank you for being a good sport 
and going to bat for Clark."  I stepped aside and let her enter.  She looked 
around the room for a few moments and then sat in a leather chair by the wet 
bar.  "Nice place...You comfortable ?"

    I nodded and then asked her if she wanted a drink ?  She accepted, so I 
cracked open the bottle.  There was a time in my life when I really had an 
affinity for Jack but that was long ago...When I was risking my ass flying 
jets for uncle sam.  I handed her the drink and sat on the edge of the bed.  I 
wondered how long this would last ?

    "I used to know a guy in the air force..."

    I interrupted her with, "Well, the air force is pretty large.  I doubt 
I've ever met your friend."

    "Yea...You're probably right..."  We sat and stared at each other for a 
moment or two before she continued.  "Rich told me to make sure you had 
everything you needed..."  She crossed her legs while talking and I got a good 
view of a lot of thigh.  There was no doubt in my mind what she had on her 
mind.  I was positive that if I'd shown interest in Brenda, she'd be here in 
Connie's place, looking after my every need.  The thought of fucking her was 
appealing to me but I'd have to get naked and the body suit under my uniform 
would be impossible to hide.

    I smiled at her.  "No...I think I've got everything I need.  Thanks."

    She smiled back and recrossed her legs.  I was positive she wasn't wearing 
panties and my cock tingled a bit in my slacks.  "Mind if I use the powder 
room ?"

    "No problem...It's all yours."  I got up, like I was going to pour another 
drink.  In reality I was going to pour this one down the drain.  I was sitting 
on the bed sipping mostly ice and water when she walked out of the bathroom 
without a stitch on...Totally bare ass naked.  Her breasts were high up on her 
chest, just like Carol's and while her areolae weren't any where as large and 
dark as Carol's; they were all crinkly, her nipples erect in the air 
conditioned room.  She had a great set of tits for a fifty year old woman.

    She'd put on a little weight since the last time I saw her and her snatch 
was shaved clean.  The crease of her sex was plump and inviting at the 
juncture of her thighs.  She spread her legs a bit and put her hands on the 
door jam.  "We've got some time before dinner...And I just want to thank you 
for all you've done for my husband.  Plus I've always had a thing for men in 
uniform...Well..."  She giggled.  "...I've never had a man in uniform.  You're 
not going to disappoint me are you, general ?"

    I stood and was glad the fear coursing through my body was preventing my 
cock from rising to the occasion.  "Ms. Clark...Aaah..."  Fumbling around was 
not hard to do considering the circumstances.  "...Aaah...I'm honored...Ahen."  
Then I remembered my prostate cancer.  "...But...I've had an operation.  It's 
quite embarrassing...Not quite the man I used to be...I'll be sixty-two next 
year and..."  She was moving across the room toward me.

    "Sit down, general...Lil' Connie will work wonders for you...Come on, 
general.  I'm a hungry woman."  I felt her hands on the front of my slacks and 
now my zipper was on the way down.  Shit !  I had to keep my pants on or the 
body suit might show.  She sank to her knees and I flopped back on to the bed.  
I could feel her hand grasping my cock and I was getting stronger.

    "See...What'd I tell you, general.  This is going to work out fine.  Just 
relax."  I was up on my elbows watching her fish around in my fly.  She pulled 
my dick out and licked the head.  I let out a real deep groan and she 
swallowed me whole.  Her mouth was warm and wet.  I could feel her tongue 
digging right under the crown of my cock and resigned myself to the fact that 
she was going to suck my brains out through the head of my dick.

    I was more than hard when she took her mouth off my cock.  It glistened in 
the afternoon light flooding the room.  "You've got a nice cock, general."  It 
jerked in her hand and then she started stroking it.  Her other hand 
disappeared and I was sure she was fingering herself.  She'd lick the head of 
my dick every so often as I just kept watching.  Smiling up at me, she opened 
her mouth and swallowed me whole again.  I threw my head back and screamed it 
felt so good.  Her head was bobbing in my lap like a machine.  Her lips, 
smooth and wet, sliding up and down my cock.  I reached out, put a hand on the 
back of her head and started thrusting my hips off the bed.

    She finally pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled up at me again.  "I'd 
say you wife doesn't try hard enough, general."  I grunted and she was 
climbing over me.  Her cunt was gaping open, her pussy lips almost swaying 
with her movement.  She grabbed my cock and plunged herself down on it.  I 
threw myself back on to the bed as she started to ride me.  "Oh !  General, 
that's it...Fuck me, you stud."  I noticed I was thrusting up into her as she 
moved back and forth on my cock.  Her tits were just inches from my face and I 
leaned up and captured one of her nipples with my mouth.  "Bite'em, 
general...Get me off, stud."

    I bit into her nipple and she screamed.  My hips were a blur and she was 
motionless on top of me, letting me do all the work.  I was sweating like a 
pig in the uniform and almost ready to roll her over and fuck her brains out 
when the phone rang.

    Connie put a finger to her lips and almost rolled off me to get the phone.  
She handed it to me as she forced my cock back into her.  She was rocking 
slowly when I heard Rich speak, "Connie give you the booze, general ?"

    I grunted something and he continued, "She takin' care of you ?"  He 
laughed a little.  Connie was moving more, forcing herself on and off my cock.

    I reached out with my free hand and grabbed her hip.  I started thrusting 
and almost yelled into the phone.  "Yea !  Rich...She's taking care of my 
every need...Thanks..."

    "See you in a bit...for dinner, general."  And then the phone went dead.  
I threw it on the floor and grabbed both her hips, thrusting up into her like 
a maniac.  Sweat was pouring off my face and neck, soaking my shirt.

    "Ooooh !  That's the way, general...Fuck me...Stud."  I did the best I 
could and, when "Joe Cocker" made his appearance, was sure that Connie got off 
too as her chest was covered with perspiration, sweat was dribbling down her 
sides and off her breasts.  I licked some of the moisture off her before she 
rolled off me and asked if I wanted to go again.

    I was putting on quite an act...Ok !  Ok !  It wasn't much of an act.  
Huffing and puffing like an old man.  "No...No...My dear, you've made this old 
soldier quite happy he spent his life defending his country."  She giggled a 
little and then slowly walked to the bathroom.

    She was dressed and out of the bathroom in about five minutes.  I was 
still lying on the bed, my fly still open with my cock almost hidden in my 
pants but still feeling gooey with her cunt butter.  I got to my elbows and 
watched her move towards the door.

    I was about to say "thanks" when the cluster bomb units started raining on 
the bed.  "We'll be back to pick you up about seven, Willy.  I insisted on 
Japanese as Rich can't use chop sticks worth a shit and he'll be too busy 
fucking with them to do much else."  She rushed across the room and gave me an 
opened mouth kiss.  "I had a wonderful time, Willy."  Gave me another quick 
peck, then ran for the door.  Before the door closed, she looked back into the 
room and said, "Good luck, lover."

                                [Continued in]
                                  "Revenge"
                                 [part three]

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