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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Shit Hits the Fan
Part: 3 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF+ mock rape interr oral anal)
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 hang-ups 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
"The Shit Hits the Fan"
Part Three
(MF+ mock rape interr oral anal)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
It was late Sunday afternoon before I finally got my shit together and
headed North. A little before zero three hundred hours, Monday morning, I
knocked on Maggie Lee's door. She froze with her jaw hanging down, her front
door standing open. Major general Tamarack saluted and walked right past her
into the house. At zero five-thirty, captain Lee and major general Tamarack
floated right through the front gate at Travis. The base commander didn't get
the word until a little after zero eight hundred hours...Maggie was kind of
close with the security police commander...What ever that means ?
Anyway, we were about a thousand miles away at the time. Thirty-eight
thousand feet, heading West...When Travis sent the code ahead of us I knew my
shit was getting thinner by the minute. The only saving grace was my original
rank.
I drafted the correction myself. "Change major general to major,
retired...Sorry for the confusion." I started working on the cast
immediately. Only the first officer knew I was aboard...Except for Maggie,
that is. I came out of the cockpit with a full length cast on my left leg.
It was a heavy son of a bitch but worth every pound. I palled around with the
enlisted in the rear, finally bagging several hours of Z's. These things are
pretty comfortable if you're not crammed in them...Noisy but not bad with ear
plugs...That and the two chocolate chip cookies I ate with a glass of milk
before I went night-night. The mother fucking cookies were out of this
world...Way out there !
This cute young airwoman woke me about an hour out of Japan. It was shift
change when we marched through the terminal and in the confusion, I'm sure not
many took notice of the anonymous major wandering out into the night at Yokota
AB, Japan. I caught a cab and was off base in just over an hour...From
touchdown to the Fussa gate. I've said it many times before...Prior Planning
Prevents Piss Poor Performance...The six "P's !" Follow them and your life
goes decidedly better. No ! Shit !
At twenty hundred hours, I met Maggie Lee outside the Fussa gate. I had
checked into a very nice hotel with the little over two million yen I had
slipped through in the cast. There was plenty of $$, too...And the usual
commodities one wishes to pass through customs unnoticed. Anyway, we were
wandering, arm and arm, down the street looking for a certain sushi
restaurant. I got the name from my buddy, Kanda, the sushi chef, back in
'Vegas...His uncle or something like that ?
Maggie was giving me shit about the young airwoman in the rear. The young
lady really wanted to see the retired major again. She kept jabbing her elbow
into my side. "You made quite an impression, major Tamarack !"
I turned abruptly, grabbed and held both of her arms, then stared into her
eyes. "I'm saving myself for a certain captain I know. You were enlisted in
my last life time and that was verboten...And I was married...Well, I guess
I'm still married but officially I'm dead so..." I started laughing then
leaned down and kissed her. She tasted good, freshly brushed teeth.
"The love of my life tells me some pretty nasty stories about a couple of
young airwomen way back when. I wonder if this captain, the one I know, is as
nasty ?" I kissed her again, really just a peck. "I'd rather not see the
airwoman again, especially without the cast...But the co-pilot would be fun."
She was an adorable black young lady, about twenty-five or six. Tall, a
light chocolate color with straight dark black hair. "You are a nasty person,
major Tamarack. The captain's name is Furgeson. She's married and I don't
think she fools around. Plus this thing you're going to do with this certain
captain, I'm sure is going to involve some illegal substance and while I've
been known to dabble a bit in that shit...The new air force has zero tolerance
for it...So you're stuck with me." I didn't think I'd mind.
We wandered on and took a little over an hour to case the joint, never
once walking past the entrance. We made a slight detour through a certain
park I visited, what seemed like eons ago but wasn't. I had a good buzz on
when I told Maggie to wait outside. I entered. It was busy and I had to wait
quite a while until I could get the sushi chef's eye. He sauntered down to
see what this stupid jaigin would point to on the menu.
I ordered in passable Japanese and saw the surprise in his eyes. I ended
with "...your nephew Kanda sends his best regards and would like you to have
this..." I bowed and passed the envelope across the bar. I added quite an
incentive to the short note Kanda wrote for me. He looked me in the eye and
then hurried off to start my order. The envelope disappeared. I waved Maggie
in and we took a couple of seats at the end of the bar. A beautiful young
Japanese woman appeared as if by magic and soon we were drinking some very
cold Asahi Dry.
It was after eleven and the crowd had thinned out. Maggie and I were
drunk as shit...talking flying. Yes ! We did draw stares...A good looking,
self assured chinese american woman and an older jaigin gentleman. We'd have
been the life of the party at any university get together. I left a sizable
tip with a card from the hotel...Just the room number and I hoped he didn't
come tonight. I was going to be very busy.
Maggie and I drunkenly walked the streets back to the hotel. It was a
small, modest place but had a very sizable and strong safe in the front
office. The manager was very happy to accommodate my stash, wrapped as
computer parts. I waved to the night clerk and up we went. Maggie started
laughing when I opened the door. It was salary man accommodations. Just a
bed, closet and head. The whole bathroom was the shower.
I packed some fabric softener into a toilet paper roll and we got real
fucked up on hemp before we started taking each other's clothes off. Maggie
Lee's chest was not all that impressive but her areolae and nipples were real
dark and that turned me on. Her cunt was shaved with just a triangle of
straight black hair growing on her mound. She went to her knees and started
sucking as soon as we were naked.
When I started jerking around, she did the usual...Looked up and wondered
why I wasn't filling her mouth with cum. She gave me a curious look when I
lifted her to the bed and climbed between her legs. Her cunt was greasy and I
slid in easily. She was by no means tight but that didn't deter me. I soon
had a tremendous rhythm working. When I reamed a finger into her ass, she
went off.
Her body was tensed up and I just kept plowing away. After tiring, I
dropped to my knees and ate her shaved cunt lips while driving fingers in and
out of her cunt and ass. It was light before we really called it quits. I
was a wreck.
It was late afternoon before we got out of bed. Maggie had to leave and
catch the next leg of her trip. I didn't even dress, just kissed her at the
door. The card was on the floor, under the door but I don't think Maggie
noticed.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
It had 23:00 written on the back. I felt like shit and was glad I could
sleep another three hours or so. The streets were almost empty at that time
of night. A lot of the shops were closed. The sushi shop had the closed sign
in the window. Must be a slow night, I thought. My senses were very alert
and I think I would have walked on by if the young lady wasn't waiting inside
the door, looking out for me. She called to the rear of the shop before
opening the door.
"Kombanwa...Willy-san to see Tanka-san." I bowed curtly and then
Tanka-san was motioning me to come into the back of the shop. I looked up and
down the street before entering the sushi shop. While the young lady closed
and locked the door, I strode toward the curtains at the rear of the shop.
There were three of them and Tanka looked none to happy that they were in
his shop. We shared a beer and shot the shit for a bit. I knew these guys
were not the real players but that didn't deter me from using my best japanese
and treating them with tons of respect. They were trying to get me drunk but
that was ok...I was focused and that was going to be hard to do...Get me
drunk, that is.
About two, a limo showed up. The young girl knocked and then called
through the curtain. The four of us made our way to the front. I was
bracketed. One in front and two behind. I stopped abruptly at the front door
and bent to kiss the girl's hand. The two behind weren't paying attention and
I slipped between them. I bowed to Tanka and expressed my thanks, apologized
for the inconvenience. I was bowed and holding out another envelope.
I straightened up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be as
it was, Tanka-san. That I promise. I will be by tomorrow to tell you of my
plans if you wish...And you shall share in any profit the venture makes. Your
part has ended except that I find you a very good sushi chef and would like to
take advantage of that while I'm visiting your country."
He bowed deeply and I returned the gesture. The two were at my shoulders
and guided me out to the limo. We drove in silence and if they thought they
were fucking me up they were wrong. I was a running freak when I was
stationed here and knew just about every nook and cranny of Fussa. But not
Tokyo itself...And that's where it appeared we were going. At this time of
night there wasn't much traffic. I tried to visualize where we were going.
They were over confident as they hadn't patted me down and I was wearing a
long tan trench coat over a conservative gray suit. It almost matched my
hair, which was growing out nicely. Into a parking garage and I was totally
lost. Up the elevator and into an office. The lead went to the double doors.
Important people were behind them. I could sense it. I broke out into my
act, pulling three large, fat green "Willy" joints out of my pockets. I bowed
to each of them and made my offering. None refused their present.
Again, there were three of them but one was a functionary of some sort.
Oh ! I don't mean official in any capacity. He was subservient to them and
heading in my direction. I bowed and repeated a ritual about how some
underling with a great idea got an audience with the war lord and convinced
him to back his idea. It was farming and the war lord was very generous
because the idea made him so much money. I stopped about half way through and
magically produced two cigar boxes.
I stood before them while they peered at the contents. The older one
whipped one out and started to get out a lighter. He was talking excitedly
about the havana cigars I brought them. I think they thought I was coming to
them with an idea on how to get havana's to Tokyo ?!
I held up my hand and waited until I was acknowledged. I bowed a bit but
looked them right in the eye...Well, I shifted back and forth a lot...Not like
I was crazy or anything...Anyway, the old one is puffing on the joint. I ask
him if he's ever been to the moon ? They both start laughing. The other one
is lighting up one of his. I produce a small joint and ask permission to
light up. They're all laughing, even the guy next to me.
I'm either real stoned or these guys are going to kill me. I start
laughing and pass the joint to the guy next to me. I sit on the floor in
front of them, crossed legged, just like they were. In very simple japanese,
I explained why I was here. I was asking for their protection...For a short
period of time...Six months at most but more likely two or three. In
exchange, I was going to provide them with some of the best pornography in the
world. They could do with it as they pleased. Now...I'd need a little
capital to get started and would expect twenty percent for my labor but the
rest was theirs.
The older one said something about Japan having it's own pornography. I
told him not like this they didn't. I slid the tapes across the table. The
younger one barked and my sidekick was up and leaving the room. The two of
them talked in rapid japanese. Now, I only caught a word or two but then the
younger one got up and left the room when the VCR showed up. While the
functionary was setting up the machine, the younger guy came back.
"We'll talk in english from now on. Your japanese is very good for being
self taught. I encourage you to use it while you're here. It is always an
advantage to know another language." It was the younger of the two. He was
reaching his hand across the table. I gripped it firmly and bowed.
"Thank you."
Green tea was served. It was starting to get light out. I asked if I
could still smoke. "By all means. You're among friends." They viewed the
films from beginning to end. I was impressed. I'd like to think I'd
impressed them and this was a courtesy thing. Giving my plan a full review.
We kicked around some numbers for startup and bickered over the percentage. I
settled for fifteen percent. Everything I left with, I'd have to carry and
money was heavy.
They brought up the dope about the time the sushi showed up. It was
getting dark out. Now, neither of them was an expert but they both claimed to
be influenced by the magic weed. They weren't in this business and both of
them were well taken care of in that department...So that's why they spent so
much time watching the movies...Bullshit ! Bullshit ! Bullshit !
They were influenced by the images I kept blasting into their brains as we
groped around feeling each other out. When they watched the videos, the
images became them and they liked that. What old man wouldn't ? After all
they had a baby boomer population, too ! And these guys were the winners.
I told them I could set up several farms if they were interested. They
would have to be tended with patience. The old man raised his eyebrow a bit
but didn't say a word. I told him I'd try to cover it out of the advance
money but...The younger guy understood immediately...Said they could supply
everything. He'd send someone around...Now, where would I like to live ?
It went on and on. I smoked some more reefer...So did they. We watched
some of the movies again. This time with an audience. I thought it was some
of my best. Young vibrant teenagers learning the ways of the world from their
elders...Isn't that what life's about ? But would a gaijin guy be able to
pull it off with a young japanese girl...That was the lock and I wasn't sure I
had the key ?
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
She was just about to turn the sign around, from open to closed. I
appeared. She jumped and then quickly opened the door. She was about to
alert Tanka when I put my finger on her lips.
"I came to see you. What is your name ?"
She bowed and whispered. "Yori." I reached for her hand.
"When is your time off ?" And so it went. I was meeting her for lunch
tomorrow morning. A McDonalds in another part of Fussa. I think I could find
it. I slept like a baby and was up rather late. I hated time changes like
this one...It fucking wipes you out. I went on base and used the gym for a
couple of hours. It was just noon when I walked in the door to Mickey D's.
She was alone and in a far corner. I went right to her and took her
order. I just knew she'd very rarely, if at all, ever have a man wait on her.
I came back and we ate without speaking.
We did a little shopping and she tried on some clothes. When Yori entered
the restaurant she was a very different looking young japanese lady. I
wandered around looking for several places to live. My idea was to live out
of several places and work out of several different ones.
It was after nine and I was happy with my progress but famished. Before I
entered, I sensed the difference. Yori now controlled in front of the counter
and the tables along the wall. She controlled all beverage sales. I laughed
and bowed deeply when I entered. Tanka bowed, his hands deep in the rice bowl.
Yori bowed also and I think Tanka was happy with the change. He no longer had
to repeat all drink orders. He'd noticed that the patrons took it
well...Liked being able to get drinks without getting the chef's attention.
I didn't notice him until I was seated and that wasn't good. It wasn't
totally bad vibes...Just something off. He was in the back, his black skin
good camouflage in the shadows. He was with, what appeared to be, a japanese
woman. I took the offered bottle of beer from Yori and looked over toward
Tanka. He was avoiding my eyes and I sensed divided loyalties.
I wondered if he'd remember me. If he's still in, he has to be a full
bird, at least. If he's still a cop ?? He might come in very handy.
"Neal...Neal Henderson...You fucking no good panton !"
He looked up from his meal and without hesitation bellows out...Like he
knew it was me a while ago and was just waiting for me to notice him ? "You
worthless fuck, Tamarack ! What the fuck you doing in Tokyo ? Last I heard
you were flying for some fly by night trash haulers out in pansy land !"
Well, that sounded like good news. At least he wasn't saying he saw my
name on some official government form in the last day or so. We were captains
at the time...Kunsan AB, Korea in the...Shit I can't remember...Mid-seventies,
I think ? I always invited him on sweeps and to squadron parties. He turned
out to be a pretty cool guy...We'd see ?!
We bantered back and forth for a while and on the way out he slid his
Stars and Stripes in front of me. I thanked him and off he and his lady went.
The article was very small and buried in the back...Local shit...Southwest.
Only a couple of lines but my name was prominent. I'd pissed somebody off and
they wanted me cleaned up. There was a phone number next to the article, in
pen. I was betting it was Neal's number. He was acting like a guy who was
helping out a friend...Maybe, even offering some assistance ? Maybe, he
believed what was in the article ? Maybe not ? But he wasn't dumb enough to
get caught hanging around with me.
Marijuana was also predominately mentioned in the little article. The
funny thing was; the article was basically true. It was past closing and I
asked Tanka's permission to make him and Yori some sushi with scraps and maybe
buy them a beer or two.
I made it obvious I was interested in Yori. I told Tanka that I intended
to see her in public. He waved me away, saying it was not his concern. She
was old enough to make her own decisions...Not his responsibility. The three
of us locked up and I needed a little R&R.
She'd never smoked dope before but was eager with the courage from the
bottle. I asked her right away if she'd like to spend the night. She just
nodded her head after covering her mouth like most japanese girls do when they
laugh. Her teeth weren't that cool but the rest was pretty well put together.
She used the bathroom first and came out wearing just one of my "T"
shirts. Did she have underwear on under it ? I was pretty sure I'd find out
later. I wore a pair of boxers and it started right away. Her mouth tasted
like hemp and she was naked under the "T" shirt. I could feel her nipples
through the material and my cock was starting to come alive. I figured Kori
was mid-twenties...Could pass for younger. Short, straight black hair with
bangs...About five-one, maybe five-two, didn't weigh much. I had a hand
between her legs and she was hairy. Her cunt was plump and opened with very
little effort. She was very juicy. I wasted no time finger banging her. Her
hand found my dick and we were both giving each other a lot of pleasure.
When I dropped to the floor and spread her legs, she burst out with
something in japanese but I was too focused on the bush between her legs to
follow it. I lathered her vagina lips with saliva as if they needed any more
moisture. She was shrieking a bit so I tossed her a pillow...Back to her
snatch. Her cunt was like an oyster and the little nub of her clitoris stood
up when it was manipulated. I sucked and licked it as Kori thrashed below me.
Her first orgasm was quick and made her go tense for just a few moments.
I slid two fingers into her snatch and batted her clit back and forth for a
moment and she was out of control. Her thighs were corded up and her belly
was rippling with spasms. Time to do a little fucking.
I chewed on the pill as Kori sucked and licked my balls. I was stroking
myself and was almost hard. When she started sucking my cock, I was there and
wasted no time pushing Kori back on the bed and drilling my meat in between
her thighs. After the initial "Uuumph !", she settled down to a chanting as I
fucked my cock in and out of her. Her legs were up around my waist and I was
holding myself off her. Her tennis ball size breasts were jiggling around on
her chest, her nipples dark little circles about the size of a nickel.
She was really getting into it when I started to cum. I shook around
above her but kept plowing my hard cock in and out of her. A position switch
put me behind her upraised butt. I had her lean butt cheeks parted and was
watching her anus wrinkle about as I fucked her cunt. Her anus was damn near
hairless and I was getting ready to lose it again.
She was nibbling on my still hard dick while I recovered a little. I let
her ride a while and finally ended it by grabbing her hips and acting like a
bucking bronco. She finally crumpled in a heap and I rose and plugged into
her again. We were a pile of spent, sweating bodies. I could smell the sushi
on her breath and her body odor. The small room was permeated with a fog of
sexual funk. She was very excited that I wanted to see her again.....
.....My friends arranged a bank account for me and magically a lot of yen
showed up in the account. I spent most days searching for apartments. They
were hard to find and expensive. The nights were spent fucking and sucking
with Kori. She was very excited about being able to make so much money and
eager to start. I needed others so I encouraged her to talk with her friends.
***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****
He was in the sauna, his head and shoulders wrapped in several white
towels. His black legs and torso were naked. I couldn't help but notice.
His dick wasn't much bigger than mine. So much for that theory...Not even
close to some of the meat I've seen hanging on some of Carol's friends. I
recognized the voice when he asked me to throw some water on the rocks. The
sound of the steam rising drowned out just about all sound.
I realized he was talking several moments after he began. I was in
fucking outer space...Didn't expect him to be here...Thought we'd play hand
ball or some other shit. His card was under the door when Kori left this
morning. I tossed some more water on the rocks and leaned closer.
"...fuckin' 'A' managed to fuck this up pretty good, Tamarack. About half
the D.E.A. is looking for you. It's still pretty low key but they're looking.
Almost like a terrorist thing...Not official but there just the same...Well
hidden but intense. They got your name from the message Travis sent. They
cc'd headquarters..." If only all headquarters were full of heads !!
All I could manage was, "Shit ! Who the fuck is this major general
Tamarack ?" Neal started laughing his ass off.
"Problem with you fucking fighter pilots is that you think all life's a
game. Some of these fuckers play the game for keeps, Malibu. And they
definitely don't think it's a game. This is their whole life !" He chuckled.
I kept my mouth shut.
"...Anyway, my feeling...They're grasping at straws. The air force jumped
all over the major general thing but then the crew said the whole trip was one
big cluster fuck. I waited three days before sending the correction. I
assume you sent it from the airplane when your shit started getting weak ?"
I nodded my head, no sense lying to a guy who's hanging his ass out for
you. "Thanks, Neal. I owe you, big time. In a couple of days, we'll have to
sweep Fussa one night, for old times sake." I laughed. Neal didn't. "I know
you're hanging it out. This will be a very discrete affair. I promise.
You'll dig it, brother."
Neal started laughing his ass off. "Shit ! Tamarack, you think I'm
paying you back for letting me be the token back then ?" His bellowing
laughter was filling the sauna.
"Ok ! Ok ! Enough of the equal opportunity shit ! Neal...With your law
enforcement background...What do they have ?"
Neal nodded toward the rocks. I doused them again and leaned toward him.
"If they had all they're hinting about, they'd have the japanese government
involved. They aren't. I had a friend of mine check. The air force
inadvertently helped you out by losing their request for your records. Now
what good those are going to do for them, I don't know ?" I tossed more water
on the coals.
"Bottom line: they don't have shit. They think you've done something but
can't quite get their hands around it. The peons and such want you hanged but
can't convince the boss men that you're enough of a threat to warrant
suspending your civil rights and just about all others, too. Your wife back
home is throwing up enough noise and chaff to mask a B-52 nuc strike on
Moscow. God ! Where did you find her ?"
I laughed. "God bless Erin O'Connel Tamarack ! Shit ! Neal, I've known
her since the first grade. We'll have to get together some day when this is
all finished. And it will be, I promise you that." I reached into my extra
towel and extracted a very fat joint. The toilet paper tube was next and then
I torched it.
"I'll give you one thing, Malibu. You got balls...Maybe, not all your
brains but definitely balls." He took the offered joint and then damn near
smoked it all in one drag. I started laughing like a fool and then Neal was
blowing the smoke all around the sauna as his coughing drowned out the sound
of the steam.
"Oh ! Fuck ! What's in that shit ?"
"My own stash. Grown with my own hands and a whole lot of tender, loving
care. In a few minutes, Neal, we'll be traveling like...Where ever you want
to travel, buddy."
And we were. Neal talked about the South LA he grew up in. I talked
about the beach cities. We were two worlds apart. We argued about drugs.
Neal was convinced that the white establishment had something to do with the
menace of the hood...Crack. I thought he was full of shit but he had some
pretty good facts to back up his thesis. I countered with the old James
Carville come back. "It's the money !" Follow the money, or some shit like
that ? We were pretty fucked up by then.
I was alone when I woke. My thoughts slow to make themselves known,
sluggish. We'd finished the joint. I had cotton mouth. I was half way to my
feet when the door burst open.
"Oh ! Sorry ! Thought it was empty." I mumbled something and slipped
out into the hall. I was in the shower when the P.A. called my name...A
telephone call ?!
I was still tugging up my shorts as I moved down the hall. I was into the
mist of a gray morning at Yokota air base before it came to me. I was telling
Neal all my concerns...They didn't go back that far but.....
"Hey ! Brother..."
"I thought we were cutting out the equal opportunity shit ?"
I laughed but continued just the same. "What's the intelligence
establishment think of the Russian Mafia ?"
"Full of ex-KGB and a definite power to be considered with just about
every policy decision that's made. But I don't think that's the
administration's position...But, hey ! I'm a just a fuckin' chicken colonel,
stuck out in jap land. What the fuck do I know ?"
.....I was in the restroom at Fussa station, changing into some sweat
pants. They better be pretty good because I know the Tokyo train system.
They were toast ! I was going to have to move deeper into Tokyo.....
I'd fed Neal a couple of names and gave him the light version of the
burning cabin story. Threw in a couple of my way out there ideas and he
actually looked interested but like I said before, we were real fucked up by
then. I remember him glaring into my eyes before he left.
"Hey ! Stoner ! Listen up...Several of your buddies, general officers,
my friend, have stated publicly that they served with you and that you were, I
emphasize the `were', a number one GI. Still the DEA would like a few hours
to sweat you and then try to intimidate you. I don't think they'll be wearing
gloves. Malibu, make no mistake; you've pissed some people off. Never leave
home without the six "P's and make sure, you're checking six at all times !"
I smiled up at the ceiling. They weren't quite clueless but my record
would show the time in Tokyo and Korea...But not the TDY to the P.I. I hoped
they thought Japan was my final resting place. I'd have to set up the
disappearing act right away.
***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****
The two girls were moving down the hall while looking at the doors. The
old man backed away as they approached the door. They looked like they were
attempting a heist at the Tokyo museum...Nervous as shit.
The better looking of the two knocked on the door. The two japanese girls
looked up and down the hall while they stood in the hall. The door came open
on a chain and a gaijin male looked out into the hall. The good looking one
spoke some japanese.
The door opened and the two girls entered. They were wearing business
suits and looked very professional. The gaijin was much older than they were
and dressed in a sweat pants with a "T" shirt. The "T" shirt had a big green
marijuana leaf printed on the front. The room was a haze of cigarette smoke.
The jaigin guided the ladies over to a low table and asked then to sit. His
japanese wasn't too bad but this video wasn't going to have much dialogue.
The ladies were sitting when he first stroked his cock. One of the girls
noticed and started laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. The gaijin
was talking about yen. The good looking one passed some yen across the table
as the man sat. Like it was magic, the gaijin produces a small plastic
wrapped package. The good looking one bowed when she accepted it.
The girls started to rise but the gaijin bade them sit and share a smoke.
Magically a pipe appeared and the ritual began. The old man encouraged the
girls to smoke more and soon they were stoned out of their minds. They both
started laughing when he rose and dropped his sweat pants. His cock was hard
and poking out a thatch of gray pubic hair, tall and proud.
The good looking one tried to rise but he stepped up on the table and held
her to her knees. His hard cock was just inches from her face. His hand went
to her head and she tried to twist as the gaijin pulled her face toward his
crotch.
Her friend tried to crawl away but the gaijin jumped off the table and
pulled her back by the leg. He captured the other one around the waist and
was pulling both of them toward another room in the apartment.
They were struggling. The old man was laughing, his stiff penis bobbing
in his crotch, his "T" shirt caught in the "V" between his stomach and hard
phallus. The handcuffs were plainly visible on the bed. One of the japanese
girls bolted toward the door but the old man quickly captured her.
The other one felt trapped but moved toward the corner of the room just
the same. The gaijin quickly had the good looking one handcuffed to the head
board and headed toward her friend. The molesting started as soon as the
other one was tethered to the bed.
The old man's hands went under her skirt and started working around in her
crotch. He laughed as she tried to escape his roaming hands. She was
sparsely haired and the old man soon had a finger fucking in and out of her
slippery crack. He licked and sucked on his finger when he pulled it from
under her skirt.
The good looking one was next and he hopped up on to the bed to grope her
breasts and ass. She was twisting around, trying to escape him when she fell
on to the bed. After several minutes of struggling her mouth gave in and
accepted his blunt penis head. He threatened her in japanese. "She better
not bite his cock !" He was starting to fuck her face and reached out for the
friend. His hand was under her skirt and soon she was jerking around as the
old man's hand played with her wet, slimy cunt.
The old man was jerking around as the good looking japanese girl started
to get used to the hard penis in her mouth. She started sucking and the old
man went crazy, fucking her face like a maniac. He fucked her first, right
after he pulled his salvia slick cock out of her mouth.
Just ripped up her skirt above her waist and yanked down her panty hose.
Her ass was skinny but with nice little cheeks. He drove into her and she
shrieked. The old man was off to the races and just fucking the shit out of
her. The girl's screams could be heard in the front room.
He was still hard when he headed for her friend. The one he just finished
with was slumped on the floor with her panties around her ankles and her skirt
up over her hips. Her dark bush was splattered with gray-white spunk.
The good looking one's friend got the same treatment and crumpled to the
floor after about fifteen minutes of very hard fucking. The old man wasn't
finished with her yet. He forced his cock into her mouth and shot his cum
down her throat. Dribbles of his seed leaking out of her mouth was the ending
shot. The old man was telling her how good she was at sucking cock. His cock
was still hard and the japanese girl was still licking and sucking it every
once and a while, as if she was trying to please her jailer...
Kori and her friend were really excited about the video once I got it
edited. We got real fucked up, watched it and fucked like rabbits for about
three hours...Not necessarily in that order. Ha ! Ha ! I was pretty stoked
about it myself and wasted little time getting it to my hosts. There were
eight of them and I was sitting at the end of the table. Lots of toasts
later, the lights came down and off they went on a magical mystery adventure !
And while some of them kind of objected to the gaijin thing...Well, they were
all positive it would make them some real bucks ! Me, too !
[Continued in]
"The Shit Hits the Fan"
[part four]
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