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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 1 of 9
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF blackmail cons oral)
Language: English
@(C) 2007 Willy Tamarack 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 (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   Juice !

   Book I

   (MF blackmail cons oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Prologue

   The thirty-six foot long yacht, "Viper," was cutting through the water
at just under four knots.  The owner had it fitted out so that one could
sail it alone although he usually preferred a crew.  He was with crew
tonight, about a days sailing from his home port of Newport Beach,
California.

   The sky was black and blended with the dark ocean.  The stars standing
out in the blackness like the lights of Las Vegas.  Mike Minter took a
strong hit off the pipe he was holding in his right hand.  The rich,
pungent odor of marijuana wafted away with the breeze as Mike held the
smoke in his lungs.  The stars seemed to twinkle brighter.  Some movement
below decks alerted him.  Her head appeared at deck level.

   "You've got some weird email again, Mike.  You want your lap top ?" Mike
took another hit off the pipe and just stared at the young lady who was
talking to him.  Not hard to look at...Dark eyes, short, dark hair.  What
he couldn't see was tall and slender with small breasts.

   "Yea..." He exhaled as he talked, the smoke disappearing into the night.
"He say anything interesting ?" He laughed.

   The girl was up the stairs and putting the lap top into his lap.  He
kept one hand on the tiller and the other wrapped around his pipe.  The
bright white of the email program destroyed his night vision.  He had to
squint just to see the screen.  And decipher the text !?  Shit !  It was
still encoded, just a jumble of letters, numbers and symbols.  He put the
pipe down on the railing and brought up his pgp interface with a couple of
key strokes.  He turned down the screen brightness and entered his password
one handed.  The unscrambled text filled only three lines:
To: "Yachtsman"
From: "Snake"

   Challenging project for you.  Hope your trip was successful !

   "Who's `Snake' again ?"

   "Just an old friend."

   "And you're the `Yachtsman,' right ?"

   "Yea...Something like that."

   Chapter One

   Henderson, Nevada - Post September 2001

   She was making a little over two miles an hour on the tread mill but at
a grade of just under five degrees.  The workout always helped to relieve
the stress.  Twice she noticed the knot of boys over by the free weights
look her way.  She ignored them.  Just teenagers, maybe a bit older.

   Why do all these problems seem to come at the same time ?  Her daughter
rushing out here to live with them right after she graduated from high
school.  The only reason she was out here was because they now lived in Las
Vegas.  The woman had tried for years to get custody of her daughter but
the father never allowed it.  Now the young woman is out here on the
pretense of going to school.  If they weren't in 'Vegas, she wouldn't be
here.

   Her present husband, who was not the child's father, was just about
useless keeping her in tow.  Their work schedules didn't fit.  She was
early.  He was late.  It gave her daughter just too much free time.  She
looked at her wrist watch.  Ten more minutes.

   A year ago this was all a new adventure.  They'd moved up here from the
south; sunk their life savings into a business that was now slowly going
under.  Neither of them could figure out why ?  Without her job they'd be
in a real deep hole.  As it was they were barely making it.  But she hated
it.  Hated Las Vegas.  Hated her job.  So corporate and so cold.  Nothing
like her previous employment, where everyone was so warm and friendly.  Had
to be the town.  City.  Whatever they called it here.  You hardly ever knew
whose jurisdiction you were in.

  
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   Jake Morrison had started talking about the woman on the treadmill.  She
lived right behind him.  He would often peer at her from his bedroom
window...A real MILF.  She wore a pretty skimpy bikini for a woman her age.
He figured her for at least forty.  But he'd bone her in a minute.  And now
it appeared a younger woman was living with them.  Must be her daughter ?
Out of nowhere !  There she was, sunning herself by the pool in their back
yard one morning a couple of weeks ago.  Plumper than mom but with a nice
chest full of breast meat.  A skimpy bikini too !  He'd bone them both.

   He'd stroked his cock several times watching them sun themselves,
imagining one of them sliding a hand down into the crotch of her bikini and
fingering her cunt.  He was getting a boner just thinking about it.  His
lifting buddies were all scoping her out.  They'd like to bone her, too !
Telling stories about peeping on them had given him confidence.  He turned
and strode across the fitness center.

  
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   Some movement caught her eye so she turned her head.  One of the young
men was coming right toward her.  He stopped just short, staring her right
in the eyes.

   "Hi !  Ms.  Gilbert.  Mind if I take this tread mill.  I won't bother
you."

   "How do you know my name ?" Colleen Gilbert hurled back at him.

   "I live behind you and got some of your mail by mistake one day.  My dad
made me take it over to your place and put it in your mail box." He was
smiling.

   Colleen looked forward.  If he wanted that treadmill then he could have
it.  She surely wasn't going to move even though there were plenty of
unused treadmills.  It's not like they were sharing a sauna.  Colleen
glanced at her watch once again, just three more minutes.  She felt the
young man, next to her, staring at her body.  It wasn't obvious.  He was
discrete but taking a good look never the less.  Colleen noticed her
breasts bouncing.  They were uncontrollable, bouncing up and down as she
walked on the treadmill.  Time was up.

   She left the treadmill and rushed through a quick shower.  The young man
was nowhere to be seen when she left the women's changing room and headed
for her car.  He knew so much about her.  Her name.  Where she lived.  He
probably peeked into their backyard while she was sunbathing.  She felt
violated.  She hated Las Vegas.

  
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   "Ms.  Gilbert.  Mister Edwards, from Corporate, wants to see you
upstairs, first thing.  Before you go to your desk !" It was her direct
supervisor.  She didn't like the woman.  And she'd never been upstairs but
she'd heard stories.  The rumors were rampant.

   Colleen knew she had pressed the edge of her authority yesterday but it
kept the operation going smoothly.  If she hadn't handled it that
way...Well, she didn't know another way to do it.  She couldn't be fired
for that.

   "Snake" Edwards knew she was out there waiting.  Making them wait was
always a positive for you.  He looked down at the file.  Re-tooling
passwords for the operations she compromised would cost around five grand.
She'd been with them less than a year...From outside not from
within...Unusual.  It's all this fucking growth around here.  Employees
usually had to work for the casino for years to get this type of job...High
paying, steady, benefits and non-union.

   Her husband was no pillar of society with a mediocre employment record
and several brushes with law enforcement.  Nothing serious and all of them
seemed to stem from substance abuse, usually alcohol.  Although he'd been
busted with some pot at a concert when he was a teenager.  He was older
than her by almost nine years.  He pulled up her picture on his computer
terminal.

   Strikingly good looking.  Shoulder length, curly, light brown hair. 
Nice lips, a little thin.  He looked at the full length.  Nice legs, slim
hips with a full bust.  "Snake" reached down and grabbed a length of his
penis.  A couple of squeezes and he could imagine his cock expanding as she
dropped to her knees in front of him.  He'd like that.

   "Snake" toggled his phone.  The secretary picked up on the first ring.
"Send her in."

   Seven seconds later the door opened.  "Have a seat Ms.  Gilbert." It was
an order.  This was going to be bad.  Colleen quickly sat in the nearest
chair.

   "Snake" toggled the phone again.  "No calls or interruptions, Myra."

   Colleen watched the top of his head as he perused some documents on his
desk.  He looked up abruptly and she looked at the wall behind him.

   "I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go.  The types of errors you
committed yesterday are just too expensive to tolerate more than once.  The
procedures are very stringent when it comes to passwords and contractors.
Gaming is a very competitive business, Ms.  Gilbert.  I'm really surprised
that you even have this position....."

   Colleen was frozen in panic.  She was being let go.  Fired.  She'd never
lost a job in her life.  She always had good grades in high school.  What
were they going to do ?  They were destroyed.

   "Snake" watched her for more than ten seconds before he tossed out the
bait.  "We might be able to use you as a hostess.  Interested ?  Stand up."
Colleen sprang to her feet.  "Snake" smiled.  This might work out rather
nicely.  He'd email "Yachtsman" with the details.  He'd have to make sure
he got in on this one early.  She was a little old at thirty-eight.  "Turn
around."

   Colleen felt self-conscious with her butt facing him.  It was far from
her best feature.  God !  She was scared.  She didn't even know what a
hostess was ?  She turned and faced him.  She knew, by the look on his
face, what he was thinking.  She'd been with enough men to know that look.
He wanted to fuck her.  She felt close in the room with him.

   "Mister Edwards, what exactly is a hostess ?  I'm married and..."

   "Don't let your fantasies get the better of you here, Ms.  Gilbert.  You
escort around a high roller and make sure he enjoys his stay with us. 
You're a glorified go-for.  We're not pimps here.  What happens between two
consenting adults...Well, that's their business.  You'd be guaranteed at
least one client a week.  If you work out, you'll probably bring home close
to three...four grand a month."

   She was watching his lips move.  It was more than she made now.  There
had to be something nasty about it.  You just didn't collect four grand a
month for smiling.  It was bad luck that put her in this position.  New
management, a big mistake and now she was out of work except for this
"hostess" thing.  He was still looking at her like he wanted to fuck her.
He was good looking, about her age maybe a little bit older.

   "Well, are you interested ?" She couldn't look him in the face.  He
smiled, got up and moved around his desk.  She wanted to back away from him
but didn't.  His hands went to her shoulders.  "Well..."

   "Yea...I'm interested." She thought he was going to feel her breasts or
press her hand to his crotch.  Her mind was flooded with pictures of her
and this man naked.  Her nipples hardened.

   "Snake" noticed almost immediately.  His cock flexed a little in his
slacks.  He let go of her shoulders and backed away from her.  He was still
staring at her tits when he told her.  "See Myra on the way out.  She'll
set you up with an allowance...So you can get some sexier clothes." He
reached out and pulled her skirt up about four inches.  "Get something that
shows off some leg.  You've got nice legs."

   He turned his back to her and moved back around his desk.  Goose bumps
broke out all over her shoulders, like a thousand little ants, under her
blouse.  Her nipples were fully erect and making prominent bumps in the
material.  He was staring at them while he was sitting.

   "You can go now.  Myra will have your paycheck.  Best of luck on being a
hostess.  It's a no brainer." She felt like an idiot.

   Chapter Two

   Kent Gilbert watched the young thing walking across the parking lot. 
Eight months or so ago she worked in the beauty salon next door.  She was
the receptionist.  Then she just disappeared.

   Even if the business was going badly, his personal life had taken a
decided turn for the better about two weeks ago.  Kerri Jones was back in
town and one hot piece of ass.  He was getting a boner just watching her.
About two or three inches shorter than his wife but with a much larger rack
and a butt to go with it.  The chime sounded as she opened the door.

   "How's business ?" She could tell already.  He was reading the
newspaper. If he had any sales he'd be bragging about them.  "Your wife
commin' around to visit ?" She was headed to the rear of the store.  She'd
given him a blow job in the back yesterday and the day before, he'd fucked
her in the rest room before he opened the store.  He gripped his cock as
she sashayed her ass through the floor displays.

   Kent quickly pulled the "back in five minutes" sign from under the
counter and headed to the front door.  He locked up and scotch taped the
sign to the window.  He was backing away from the window, his cock now
strong in his slacks.  He wanted to fuck her.

  
***************************************************************************

   It was last Saturday night.  Kent was wandering through the downtown Las
Vegas crowd.  Kerri was over an hour and a half late.  He had convinced
himself she wasn't going to show and was pissed he spent the money on the
hotel room.  Colleen was pissed he was downtown without her, spending money
they didn't have.  But then, she didn't like to gamble and drink.  And
after a DUI or two back home, it was safer to get the room.

   He though about the store as he wandered through the crowd.  He really
wasn't that worried about the store.  It would turn around.  He was pretty
sure of that.  They just needed patience and a whole lot more cash would
help.  And what was Colleen's daughter doing here ?  Fucking up their
lives, that's for sure !  He hadn't got laid once since the spoiled brat
arrived.  Fuck !  She complained about everything.  And Colleen was always
on the rag.

  
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   Kerri Jones was hoping the bus would make the next light; then it was
just one more light and she was there.  They made the light.  She worried
that she would never find him.  She was way late.  He told her which hotel,
but she was afraid to ask at the desk.  The bus pulled into the downtown
station.  Kerri rushed down the steps and out into the crowd.

   The hotel was just ahead.  Kerri had been afraid he wouldn't make a move
for her and now she shows up late for their first date.  Not a good sign.
She turned into the lobby and was just standing there looking around for
the front desk when she felt the hands on her shoulders.

   "Thought you wouldn't make it."

   She turned.  "Sorry...My ride didn't show and I had to take the bus."

   "You should have called me."

   "Don't want to leave too many tracks for mama to follow." She laughed.

   He laughed with her.  "You got ID ?"

   She shook her head back and forth then slipped her hand under his arm
and snuggled close.  "My sugar daddy said that wouldn't be a problem
tonight.  Said he'd have plenty of beer up in his room.  You did leave mama
at home ?  Didn't you ?"

   He laughed first this time and then slipped his arm around her shoulder.
He could feel her bra strap cutting into the flesh of her shoulder.  He
slipped his hand down to her waist and guided her through the forest of
slot machines and table games in the front foyer of the casino.  The
elevators were just steps away.

   Once in the room, Kerri rushed toward the king sized bed and jumped up
on to it.  The cooler was in the corner and she bound across the bed and
yanked the top off.  Kent double locked the door; although he couldn't
imagine anyone wanting to get in ?  He turned and found Kerri downing her
first, beer dribbling down her chin and neck.  She was kneeling on the bed
with her chest thrust out.

   He had a boner growing down his pant's leg as he walked into the room
and went for the beer cooler.  Kerri was working on her second.  He could
see her bra through the white "T" shirt she was wearing.  He grabbed his
cock and gave it a pull, an adjustment.  She went bottoms up with her beer.

   She was going for her third, rolled over on the bed and reaching; her
jeans pulled tight against her plump ass.  He gave his cock another
squeeze. It was fast approaching a hardon.  She looked back and caught him
grabbing his cock.  He held out his empty beer with his free hand, still
massaging his cock with his other.

   Kerri took the empty and gave him a new one.  He had a nice long dick,
either that or it was the jeans.  She thrust her tits out at him.  He was
smiling at her.  She smiled back.

   He came over and sat next to her on the bed.  She leaned back on her
arms, thrusting her chest out at him.  She could clearly see the hardon in
his jeans.  Her nipples were fully swollen, making noticeable bumps in her
"T" shirt.  He was staring at her chest.

   Kent rolled over toward her and took a hold of her "T" shirt.  "I want
to see your tits, honey." She spit out a little beer when she laughed.  And
to think she once thought this guy was a waste of time.  He was going to
come through big time.  She could sense it...A "sugar daddy." He was
pulling her "T" shirt out of the waistband of her jeans.  His hand was
under her "T" shirt on her bare belly, his fingers exploring her belly
button.  She was getting very turned on.  Her cunt was leaking and her tits
were swollen, nipples hard.

   He was on his knees pulling the "T" shirt off over her head, his cock
right there.  She reached for it...So hard and long...Close to the
longest...And fat.  His hands were in her bra feeling her breast meat,
pinching her nipples.  The straps were off her shoulders, her breasts bare.
His mouth was on her, sucking a nipple into his mouth.  His hand between
her legs, feeling her cunt.

   They were lying on the bed.  She found his cock again.  "Take it out,
baby," came out from around her breast meat.  She worked his fly open and
then the button.  His pants came open and then he was arching his back, up
on his feet and shoulders.  She slipped his jeans and underpants down over
his hips while he kicked off his shoes.  His cock was bobbing around, hard
as rock, surrounded by a bush of dark, curly pubic hair.  He kicked off his
slacks and was struggling out of his shirt.  Now he was naked except for
his socks.  He was thick around the middle with a belly to match.  It was
all covered with a forest of dark curly hair.

   "Get your jeans off, Kerri.  I want to see you naked, baby." She hopped
up off the bed, slipped her bra around her waist, unhooked it and tossed it
over into the corner.  Her huge tits were swinging around, light brown
areolae at least five or six inches across almost too big for her tits. 
They looked like light tan nose cones on her gigantic breasts with nipples
the size of dimes and erect.  Now she was wiggling around pulling her jeans
and panties off over her hips.  Her tits were out of control.  He wanted to
grab her and start fucking her right now.

   She was standing there naked, legs spread, hands on hips.  Her cunt was
shaved clean with just a puff of pubic hair high up on her plump mound.  It
was decidedly darker than the hair on her head which was a silver, almost.
Her fat cunt lips were quite visible between her legs.  He flexed his cock
and it bounced around in his crotch.

   Kent lay on his back, his cock still bobbing around.  "On my face,
honey. I want to eat your pussy.  Come on, Kerri." Her nipples were hard
and throbbing.  She was on fire and now he wanted her to sit on his face.
She jumped up on to the bed on her knees and then moved to squat over his
face.  His hands were on her ass and then she could feel his tongue roaming
around on her thigh.  He pulled on her butt and now his tongue was reaming
it's way into her cunt.  She was juicy, cunt butter running out of her
vagina on to his face.  Kerri arched her back and thrust her fat cunt into
his face.

   Kent was slathering her shaved cunt with saliva.  She was actually
dribbling cunt butter on to his face.  It had been a very long time since
he'd had his wife sit on his face, a very long time.  He swiped his tongue
up across her clitoris.  She arched her back again.  He could feel her ass
tighten in his hands.  His tongue buried itself into her fat cunt.  Kerri
fell back on to her hands as Kent slathered her juicy cunt.

   Kent's hardon was starting to wilt.  He wanted to fuck her.  He pushed
her off his face and Kerri fell back on to her back.  He was on his knees
moving between her legs.  She spread them wide.  Her cunt was a pair of fat
lips pressed together between her legs.  He grabbed her behind the knees
and dragged her toward him.  He bent his cock toward her and then sprawled
out above her.  His fat cock ramming right between her slippery cunt lips.
He sunk in almost four inches.  One thrust and he was buried in her.

   Kerri brought her legs up around him and in the process drove his dick
in another inch.  This was a big dick.  He thrust once...Out then in...Then
another.  Now he was started and sawing his cock in and out of her.  She
was going to cum quickly.  She could tell.  Her breasts were real tender
almost sore.  He was fucking the shit out of her.  She could smell his
aftershave and feel his chest hair against her skin.  He was so big, fat
and long.  Here it comes !

   Kerri slammed her feet into his back as she arched her back and felt his
cock pummel her cunt.  The electricity was running up and down the back of
her legs as he assaulted her crotch.  She was squeezing her thighs together
and he was still rutting between her legs.  She could feel his semen
draining out of her as his cock shrunk.  He was still pounding and then she
came again, bucking up against him.

   Kent had blacked out for a moment.  This teenager was fucking his lights
out.  Her cunt was so fat and tight.  And juicy !  Fuck !  He was pounding
her and then it was on him.  Loads of cum were filling the teenager's twat
as he fucked in and out of her.  She was arching up against him and he was
fucking her back down on to the mattress.....

   .....He was lying on his back.  His breath was coming in huge gulps, his
chest heaving up and down.  His eye sight was just coming back to normal.
She was hovering over him, her tits hanging down.

   "Come on, Kent, let's jump in the shower.  I want to suck that big cock
of yours." A moment ago he didn't think he'd get it up for a week after the
fucking he gave her.  Now his cock was starting to feel strong again.  He
pulled her down on to him and filled his mouth with as much of her left tit
as he could.

   Chapter Three

   The back packs were packed and up on deck.  Jill Olson was packing some
clothes into a small gym bag.  The "Yachtsman" was securing the boat.  She
was glad she took him up on the offer.  Three months sailing about was
really cool.  Just what she needed before trying to get her last two years
of college out of the way.  Maybe now she'd get serious about life ?

   Jill skipped up the stairs and found her back pack.  She attached the
gym bag to the side with a sturdy clamp and then headed forward.  Mike was
forward, locking up the hatches.  She was surprised she took him up on the
offer.  She'd only played beach volleyball with him for a couple of months.
They hit it off okay !  Shit !  He was at least twenty years her senior,
probably more but she didn't want to know.

   The "Yachtsman" turned and found her watching him.  He smiled at her. 
She was fun.  But now he'd have to do 'Vegas for a while.  He didn't think
she would want to go with him but you never knew.  "You packed up, Jill ?"

   "Yea.  Let's blow this pop stand."

   "Hey !  Bimbo !  That's my yacht you're talking about."

   She flipped him the bird and disappeared down the hatch and into the
bowels of the boat.  Mike came aft and followed her down into the boat. 
Five minutes later the lights went off and the two of them came up from
below deck.  Mike sat on the deck and slipped the straps of his back pack
over his arms.  He shifted so the straps came up over his shoulders and
then placed his hands under his butt.  Jill came forward and attached his
chest strap.  Then she grabbed the chest strap with both hands.

   "On three," he said.  "One, two, three." They both grunted and then he
got his legs up under him and was up on his feet.  The pack weighed a
little under a hundred and twenty pounds.  Jill's was just a little under a
hundred.  Mike hefted the pack to her back and after attaching her chest
strap they were off.  Mike helped her off the boat and they made their way
to the parking lot.

   An hour later they were cruising at seventy on the fifty-five, heading
for 'Vegas.  Jill said she had some time until school started.  It was a
rented van and the backpacks were in the back along with four other bags.
They had made three trips from the yacht to the parking lot.  The first was
the hardest.  The rest "cake" as the "Yachtsman" said.  All told a little
over four hundred pounds of just about the best marijuana grown in the
province of British Columbia, Canada.  Long long ago, the "Yachtsman" and
"Snake" befriended an air force enlisted man who, after he separated in the
eighties, moved up there to grow.

   "Light up a joint, girl." He liked calling her "girl" and remembered the
day he met her, playing volleyball down at Big Corona.  Once they teamed
up, they were almost un-beatable.  The offer came after many weeks of just
playing ball and hanging out at the beach.  He knew she was surprised they
got along so well because of the age difference.  And then the sex when
they were out on the ocean.  That was when he first took her.  He knew it
was the best sex she'd ever had.  And she knew he knew.  That was the best
part.

   She slid the joint into his mouth.  "I'm going to catch some `Z's,' okay
?"

   "Sure.  Climb in the back." She was already climbing over the console.
He had the urge to grab a handful of her lean, tight ass.  He didn't. 
'Vegas would be more than enough for her.  He sucked on the joint as they
whizzed through the I-5 interchange.  He pulled his lap top up on to the
passenger seat and turned it on.  He got a signal about three minutes later
and quickly fired off his message.
To: "Snake"
From: "Yachtsman"

   Consignment coming north.  ETA: 0600 hours.  Bringing company.

   He closed up the laptop and took another hit off the joint.  This was an
exceptional batch.  The buyers would love it.  And it was always fun to see
Jay.  This trip was no exception.  Hard to believe that sixteen years had
gone by.  Mike remembered that Saturday afternoon when he and "Snake"
happened upon Jay in one of the numerous bars that dot Angeles City just
outside the gates of Clark Air Base, The Philippines.  He had three lovely,
young Filipino ladies with him.  "Snake" inquired as to whether he would be
able to handle them all.

   The Philippines - 1985

   Jay looked up at him and said very clearly, "You wanna watch.  Probably
want seconds.  This is all adding up.  I sincerely hope that you'll be able
to contribute to the experiment !  Inn keeper !  San Miguel's for all my
friends !" The girls were all laughing so "Snake" pulled up a chair and the
two of them sat.  They also spent the next forty-eight hours whoring around
Angeles City with Staff Sergeant Jay Richards.

   Jay was down from the Osan AB, Republic of Korea (ROK) where he was
spending a year of his life before he separated and became a civilian. 
Mike Minter and "Snake" Edwards were lieutenants and had just met the week
before at the kick off to their first Cope Thunder.  Mike normally wouldn't
have been hanging out with anyone other than fighter pilots as he was
driving an F-16 from Kunsan AB, ROK.  But this "Snake" guy was pretty cool
for a "trash hauler."

   It was during the first day's briefing and Mike was already itching to
get out into the ville.  He only noticed this guy because of his weird
looking patch.  He'd never seen it before.  Somebody called him a "trash
hauler." This "Snake" guy came back with, "It's your trash." Mike was
surprised a lieutenant would ever make such a brash remark.  Later he
learned that "Snake" was a national guard type and that made sense of it
all.

   Later that same day, in the evening, Mike bumped into "Snake" at one of
the bars off base.  The guy had two girls with him and was being familiar
with both.  Mike was there to sandwich himself with women.  He was shooting
for a three versus one and could conger up a hardon in minutes just
thinking about it.

   Very early the next morning, about zero two hundred hours, Mike came
awake to the sound of a squeaking bed...The sound of two people fucking. 
They were in the next room.  Also the headboard must be coming into contact
with the wall.  Bump...Bump...Bump...Bump...Bump.  His penis was already
growing and he had fucked each of them once.  Two of them left earlier but
the one who remained was going to get her brains fucked out again.

   Mike touched the girl's shoulder.  She made a noise.  He shook her.  She
was turning over, her bare breasts now visible to him.  His cock got
harder. He pushed himself up until he was sitting with his back to the
wall. He could feel the vibration of the fucking next door.  He pointed to
his hardon.

   "Suck it, honey." She moved over toward him and then engulfed his cock
head with her lips.  "Ooooohhh !" It sounded loud.  The squeaking had
slowed.  The girl's black haired head was bobbing over his cock, her wet
lips sliding up and down the shaft of his cock.  She was taking over half
with each bob of her head.  He pushed her away.  She wiped the saliva from
her chin with her arm.  Her nipples were erect.

   Mike pushed himself down toward the foot of the bed.  His hardon bounced
around while he positioned himself.  She watched and as soon as he stopped
she threw her leg over his belly and reached back for his cock.  He slid
about half the way into her and she moaned real loud.  Total silence from
next door.

   Mike pulled her shoulders down until she was lying on his chest with her
knees spread over his hips.  He could feel her cunt on the head of his dick
and thrust upward.  The tiny thing was skewered on him.  He started fucking
her and she started chanting into the bedding near his head.  He was
fucking her like an insane person and she was making quite a racket.

   He pulled her face out of the pillow by the hair so that her
exclamations were not smothered into the bedding.  She was chanting as he
pounded his cock in and out of her.  Every thrust elicited a "Uuughh." They
were coming closer and closer together as he pounded his cock in and out of
her cunt.  He had both of his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.
Her asshole was hairless and he began to worm a finger into her.

   The volume of her chanting increased.  He was just about there.  Her
sphincter was squeezing his finger as her ass bounced up and down on his
hard cock.  His eye sight was starting to focus.  The semen was boiling up
in his balls and now it was on him.  He arched his back.  She was still
moving on his cock, her sounds echoing into his ear.  Three, four, five
shots of cum flooded her cunt.  It was squishing around in his pubic hair
as she ground her cunt around on his cock like an orange in a juicer dish.

   He was silent.  There was no sound.  He slept.  The girl slept.  The
fucking sounds from next door started again at zero four hundred.  Mike
woke her again with a raging hardon and fucked her again as soon as the
fucking sounds stopped next door.  They slept until the sun was high in the
sky and flooding the room.  There was no sound from next door.  Mike
showered with her.

   An hour later he spied "Snake" downstairs, eating breakfast.  Mike
Minter wandered over and asked if the seat across from him was taken.  They
ate together and although they never mentioned it...It was taken as fact
that they had shared a wall the night before.  After a late afternoon nap,
the two of them ran the ville of Angeles City 'till the wee hours of the
following morning.  The next weekend, the two of them met Staff Sergeant
Jay Richards and the die was cast so to speak.

  
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