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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 3 of 9
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (M+F cons oral)
Language: English
@(C) 2008 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 III

   (M+F cons oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Seven

   Melanie Wright rolled over and looked toward the green numerals on the
electric clock.  She crawled over and squinted a bit.  Four-Thirty in the
afternoon.  She shook her bleached blond hair about as she rolled out of
bed and lay naked on her back on the floor.  She started working and didn't
stop until she had counted out fifty crunches.  Her stomach was in pain. 
Her tits were sweaty.  Guys always went crazy when they made her tits
sweaty.  She lay on the floor and waited until her breathing came under
control then rolled over and got to her feet.

   The T.V.  was still on in the den.  MTV.  Her laptop was lying on the
coffee table.  She couldn't remember putting it there.  What the fuck ! 
She plopped down on the couch and fired up the laptop.  She was up again
and on her way to the kitchen.  The OJ tasted great.  Melanie had a slight
headache.  She hadn't arrived home until a little before seven this
morning. A good night, though.  One of her favorites and a very good
tipper. She looked over at the wad of hundreds lying on the coffee table
next to the lap top.

   She watched her email program search out the satellite.  They were
getting so technical now a days.  She had to devote time and effort to
keeping up with the changes in technology.  Mostly to keep a step ahead of
the police forces that populated the Las Vegas Valley.  Three cities and
the county, all with their own police forces.  And all the politicians
corrupt as they could be and still get elected.  The bar was not high in
Nevada, especially in Clark County.

   She had email from Daniel Haefner.  God !  She hadn't heard from him in
several months, since she started her own network.
To: "Honeybutter"
From: "Bonerboy"
How you been, babes ?  Hope your ass is hot as usual.  Got a gig for you
next weekend.  You and me with the "Yachtsman." The usual perversities with
a married couple.  Not sure of the angle.  "Yachtsman" says it'll be no

sweat.  Will pass travel arrangements ASAP.

   Melanie lay back against the rear of the couch.  How long ago did it
start ?  She could barely recall that summer.  It seemed so long ago.  She
didn't have ten bucks to her name and now look at her.  The great room of
her condo yawned at her.  It was nice and going up in value every month. 
And her other properties.  Las Vegas was a gold mine.  She was so glad she
left California and sailed with Daniel and the "Yachtsman" that summer.

   Summer 1989

   Balboa Bay, California

   Mike Minter lay back in the flimsy lounge chair that he kept on the
yacht and reached for the pipe.  The kid had paddled by here every day for
the last three days.  Mike took a hit off the pipe.  The marijuana smoke
drifted away in the breeze.  The harbor was almost calm.  Here he came. 
Mike started puffing like a fool.  He put the pipe down just before the
young man raised his head.  He was knee paddling on a very long surfboard.
Mike didn't think they made them that long any more.  Shit !  Maybe it was
a paddle board ?

   He exhaled.  The young man had stopped paddling and was just coasting.
He dragged an arm in the water and the surfboard turned toward "Viper."
Mike sat up in his chair.  His dark glasses cut the glare but he still had
to squint.

   "Interesting incense you're burning, sir." The young man called to him.
He was smiling up at Mike.

   "Why don't you come aboard and you can examine the brand." He paused
just a bit.  "I didn't catch your name."

   "Sorry.  I'm Rick Wagstad.  And you are ?"

   Mike liked the directness.  After all they were talking about an illegal
substance.  And Mike had close to a half a ton left in the hold of the
"Viper." Under the floor boards, in the keel, great ballast.  His first
trip North to the fields in British Columbia.  But getting it up to 'Vegas
was a pain in the ass.  He hated the drive.

   "Mike Minter.  Come aboard, Rick.  You can store the board on the dock."
Rick was already making the transition to the dock.  He hopped up on to the
surfboard and jumped up on to the dock.  The board started to slip away but
Rick reached out and grabbed the tail, dragging it up on to the dock.....

   .....It was after seven before Rick started back and it took him about
an hour to paddle home that evening.  His old man was pissed he was out so
late.  "That fucking paddle board doesn't have running lights, asshole."
Rick was still stoned so he just laughed and couldn't quite figure out what
all the problem was.  He'd scored weed !  He was super stoked !

   Mike Minter met Melanie Wright two nights later.  Rick brought her.  The
two of them drove over.  Mike wanted to fuck her that first night.  He knew
"Snake" would eat her up.  Eighteen.  Nineteen.  Big tits.  Sexy looking.
Mike thought he just might have come across some couriers.

  
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   The small sports car with the long surf board strapped to a roof rack
made the turn at more than twenty-five miles an hour.  The "g" force threw
him into the gear shift, almost.  As the "g" came off, Daniel Haefner
straightened up in his seat.  He didn't bother checking on his board.  He
knew it would still be there.  The man driving the car had informed him
several times that it was the best surfboard rack on the market.  That was
just Rick's old man's way.  He had bounced around a lot.  So said Daniel's
parents.  But now had made it big !  The beach house was just part of the
image.  No wife and a reputation for getting a lot of pussy impressed a
nineteen year old who had just finished his freshman year at UNLV.  That's
the University of Nevada - Las Vegas for those of you not familiar.

   Rick had been down here for almost three weeks already.  Just the
difference between the way the schools schedule the semesters or quarters.
What ever !?  Daniel had begged and pleaded with his parents to be allowed
to stay down here the entire break between spring and fall semester.  He
barely scrapped by his freshman year and was only down here because of the
work they were going to be doing to the beach house.  He was getting
fifteen hundred dollars for the summer's work.  Earlier he had flown into
John Wayne Airport and Mr.  Wagstad had driven by to pick him up.  His dad
was going to be in the area, Rick had told him.

   "You going to be okay staying alone...Just the two of you." It was more
of a statement.  "I gave Rick five hundred a week.  You think that's
enough. You got to eat on that." Quickly turned into, "You assholes better
not get involved with the police.  You are so on your own if that happens.
So talk some sense into that son of mine for once and stay out of trouble,
Danny." He laughed and the noise flew out the window.  Daniel had known Mr.
Wagstad since first grade.  The Wagstad's used to live in Utah when the two
boys had first started school.  It was probably the fact that they were
both non-mormons in a smothering mormon community.  The friendship grew out
of that.

   It was still light out.  Plenty of time to get into trouble.  Daniel was
sure Mr.  Wagstad thought they got into more trouble than they did.  But
really it was only trouble if they got caught.  And Daniel and Rick seldom
got caught.

   Daniel and Rick would spend just about every summer together.  But they
had never spent a summer at the beach, alone.  They were always too young.
It last summer, when Rick came to visit in Las Vegas, that they planned it.
Summer is a tough time in 'Vegas.  It's hot as hell !  And 'Vegas is an
adult town.  Without ID, you were screwed and neither of them had anything
close.

   The sports car had just crossed, over on to the peninsula.  It was a
Wednesday and Rick said he had some business to attend to or he would have
come to pick Daniel up himself.  And like he said, Mr.  Wagstad was in the
area.  Mr.  Ed Wagstad was just about the coolest parent he knew and had
been for many years.  This was really cool.  The sun was playing hide and
seek in a murky mix of clouds and fog.  The "June Gloom" as it was called
by the locals.  Daniel didn't care.  The rest of the summer would be clear
and sunny.  Daniel was sure of that.  They were crawling along at the speed
limit.

   The first pier went by on the right.  Daniel noticed lots of surfboards
strapped to the roofs of cars.  A lot of vans with the side opened up,
boards stacked in the back.  They were all smaller than his.  He was afraid
that he wouldn't measure up.  That was always a problem with visiting the
Wagstads.  Even when Mr.  Wagstad was still married to Rick's mother. 
Daniel called it "Keeping up with the Wagstads" when he talked about it
with his mother.  It wasn't the money as Rick always shared.  It was just a
feeling that he couldn't quite get his arms around.  He wasn't sure he
wanted to.

   Mr.  Wagstad parked in the alley behind the beach house.  Daniel
couldn't believe he was here.  He bolted out of the sports car, yanked his
bag from the back seat and tossed it on the driveway.  He was just lifting
the board off the roof of the sports car when Rick started the garage door
up.

   "Yo !  Danny Boy !  !" Rick had a different nick-name for him every year
and always exaggerated his name.  Well, not always but most of the time.

   "Yo !  Dad !  Any trouble !?"

   Mr.  Wagstad laughed.  This was paradise.  How could there be trouble ?
Unless these two assholes created it.  "And there better not be any.  Got
that Mister Wagstad."

   Rick knew he had stepped into that one.  Daniel was having a hard time
keeping a straight face.  "Where'd you get this log ?" Rick changed the
subject.  And without waiting for an answer continued with.  "Let's get you
squared away, Danny Boyo !" Rick was on his way through the garage.  They
were sure to score quickly but then Rick had that all set up.  Even the
dope.  He was so proud of himself.

   Chapter Eight

   Rick Wagstad rolled off Melanie Wright.  The room stank of sex.  Sex and
locker room smells.  Rick was trying to get his breathing under control. 
Melanie's hair was plastered to her forehead.  She was laying on her back.
Her mammoth breasts sliding down on to her sides making her appear almost
flat from the side.  But Melanie Wright had a very big set of tits growing
on her.  Forty-two "D" cups !  Those are big titties !  She was just under
five three and weighed a little over one-twenty.  Nice round volleyball
butt, too !  But a little pudgy in the hips and thighs.

   The sound of a closing door in the other room then somebody padding
across the hardwood floor.  The bedroom door slowly opened.  Melanie
propped herself up on her elbows and watched Rick Wagstad's best friend,
Daniel Haefner, poke his head into the room.  By now Rick was out like a
light, sleeping like a baby.

   Daniel was staring at her breasts.  They were hanging down on her chest.
Drooping was a better description.  Her areolae and nipple flaccid but dark
on her white breast meat...Big and round.

   "Okay if I use the head ?" Melanie nodded but made no effort to cover
her tits.

   "Where's Sinta ?" He was walking across the room and wasn't wearing a
thing.  She was watching his cock sway back and forth.  It was covered with
dry cum.  She wondered if he was going to clean it off after he pissed ?

   She could hear his stream hitting the bowl.  Now it was hitting water.
"She left.  Had to get to work." Melanie looked over at the clock on the
bedside table.  It read nine-fifteen.  Rick rolled over, his cock now out
from under the covers.  It was nowhere near the size of what just strolled
through the bedroom.

   Daniel was standing in the doorway.  His cock was all soapy and he was
stroking it, cleaning the cum off of it.  Melanie was glad that her best
friend and Daniel got along.  Sinta Stevens was just now getting to work.
Melanie was thrilled that she'd have both of them to herself.  She didn't
think they'd leave the house today, too late to go surfing.

   She got out of bed and pushed by Daniel on the way to the bathroom.  She
was on the john, taking a piss before he spoke.  "You've got some very nice
tits, Melanie.  Very nice." He was rinsing off his cock in the sink.  Now
he was drying it.

   "Let's get Rick up." It was Melanie.

   "And then what are we gonna do ?"

   "Get high..."

   "...And fuck ?"

   She just nodded her head as she wiped her crotch with toilet paper. 
Melanie stood.  Daniel was still drying his cock.  It was very long. 
Several inches longer than Rick's.

   "Get him up.  I'm gonna get the pipe and some weed.  You get him up."

   Melanie was into the front part of the apartment.  It used to be the
garage but was converted to a bedroom and efficiency kitchen/den.  The bath
was off the bedroom.  The sofa bed in the den was open.  The covers were
all twisted around like someone did a lot of fucking there last night.

   The pipe and lighter were on the kitchen counter.  She grabbed the
baggie from the coffee table that was pushed over into the corner of the
room by the TV.  She padded back to the bedroom.

   Rick was sitting up in bed.  He started laughing when he saw she was
naked.  "Fuck !  For all I know you two have been fucking half the night !"

   Melanie pointed over at Daniel.  "Off with his dick !" She was packing
the pipe bowl with weed.  Now she was lighting it.  Rick started laughing
again.

   "Daniel, you gonna fuck my girl friend ?"

   "Love to, Rick.  You wanna watch ?"

   "Yea..." The covers came off Rick's crotch.  He was hard.  "...I want
seconds."

   Melanie passed the bowl over toward Daniel.  He had dropped the towel
and his cock looked a foot long.  She knew that was way over kill but it
was going to be at least a couple of inches longer than Rick's six.  A nice
long dick.  About as fat as Rick's just longer.

   Daniel was holding out the pipe.  Melanie stepped closer and took it
from him.  Rick had his hand on his own cock.  Her nipples were starting to
tingle.  She was going to fuck them both.  Had talked about it with Rick
many times.  All after Rick told her how long Daniel's cock was.  She'd
waited all semester for this.

   Melanie filled her lungs with smoke.  Her eyes were closed when she felt
the hand under her breast, weighing it.  Daniel had his other hand on his
cock and it was nice and long and getting hard.  Melanie took a step toward
the bed and held out the pipe to her boy friend.  Rick took it and a deep
drag off the stem.

   Melanie stepped right in front of Daniel.  His cock was hard and up
against his stomach.  Her arms went up around his neck.  His hands filled
themselves with her butt, one cheek in each hand.  She could feel his boner
against her upper stomach, almost to her tits.

   Daniel backed her to the bed and Melanie sat.  Her face was now even
with his crotch and his hands were already reaching for her head.  She
opened her mouth and took about five inches of meat.  She gagged and backed
away.

   "Not used to that, huh ?" Her boy friend was laughing, jerking his
prick. Her mouth was back on him and she was getting used to it.  His cock
was getting wet and easily slipped in and out of her mouth.  The length was
too much, though.  Her mouth was getting slobbery; saliva was dribbling out
of the corners of her mouth.  Daniel was working her head back and forth as
he stood there, his hard cock sliding in and out of Melanie's mouth.  He
looked over at Rick.

   Rick could hardly wait.  He was close to blowing a load all over the bed
so he took his hand off his cock.  This was much better than last summer.
Melanie was going to become a fuck pig.  Rick was sure of it.  Both of the
girls in 'Vegas last summer were embarrassed it happened.  Neither of them
allowed it to happen again.  This was going to go on all summer.  Until
what ?  Rick wasn't sure ?  He had no idea what was going to happen next
fall.  He was three years away from his degree.  He was tired of school but
wasn't all that excited about working forty hours a week either.

   Melanie was really into sucking Daniel's cock.  He still had his hands
in her hair but was no longer guiding her.  She was sucking his cock in and
out of her mouth like she loved the taste of cock.  And Melanie loved to
suck cock.  Rick was nowhere near the first but they got along very well
and Rick liked to be seen with her even though she was a little chunky.

   Rick said his friend would have a nice big cock and he was right. 
Daniel was palming her tits, pulling on them, pinching her nipples.  She
was running her hands up and down his hairy legs as her mouth slid on and
off his cock.

   Daniel stood back and pushed Melanie on to her back.  Rick rolled away
and Daniel settled between her legs.  He yanked her thighs toward the edge
and his cock burst into her womb.  She went stiff.  He fucked three or four
inches in and out of her cunt.  She came unglued and wrapped herself around
Daniel as he bucked his cock in and out of her fat, wet, shaved cunt. 
Slapping sounds filled the room.

   Melanie couldn't believe the size of this cock.  She had been fucking
since she was fifteen and had even fucked several adults.  None of them
came close to comparing with the dick that Daniel was driving in and out of
her.  She was starting to sweat.  Rick was lying beside them.  His cock was
hard.  She leaned toward it.  Rick bowed toward her.  She gobbled him up.
Daniel fucked her faster, pressing her thighs back on to her chest.  He was
really turned on watching the girl sucking his buddy off.  He wondered if
the girl he fucked last night would do them both.  Maybe do Melanie too ?

   Rick wasn't going to last long.  Melanie had sucked his cock before but
never like this.  She was throating him on every thrust.  Her tits were
mashed down on her chest and falling over her sides.  Her mouth coming into
contact with his pubic hair on every down stroke.  Here he came, thrusting
up into Melanie's sucking mouth.  Cum was dribbling down on to the sheets.
Daniel was in over drive and she was still sucking him.  He was tingling
all over.  Oh !  Fuck !  Was this going to be a great summer ?!

  
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   Occasionally just one small event drastically changes the direction one
takes in life.  Neither Daniel or Rick were thinking of changing much when
they boarded the yacht with Melanie just prior to sunset.  It was quite
beautiful.  Mike Minter was very stoned when they boarded and they soon
joined him.  It was the first time he met Daniel Haefner, from 'Vegas.  The
girl was sitting in the lounge chair.  The three guys were standing.  The
colors were changing every moment.  Everyone was quiet.

   Rick was always bragging about his friend, Daniel, and how much pussy he
got back in 'Vegas.  Mike liked the sound of that.  He was hoping it was
young pussy.  Maybe he would invite "Snake" down for a weekend.  He loved
the young ladies and they were always so eager to please.  When it was dark
they moved down into the bowels of the yacht.  Mike turned on the lights
and started packing a pipe with marijuana.  The girl's jeans were drawn up
tight into her crotch and he could see her camel toe.  He was turgid.  He'd
love to do a "three some" with them.  "Snake" would go crazy !

   The pipe was going around for the third time or maybe it was four ? 
Mike was explaining the way he would like them to move some dope to 'Vegas.
Rick was freaking out.  He was pretty stoned and just realized that this
had gotten way out of hand.  His only visions were of them all in jail. 
The money was too much.  Fifteen hundred dollars !  Fuck !  Daniel and
Melanie looked interested.  Another button was open on Melanie's blouse and
she was starting to show some cleavage.

   Fuck !  His dad was going to kill them.  Rick pushed his way out of the
galley.  The dinette fit the four of them but was tight.  He moved toward
the hatch.  He wanted some fresh air.  It was too full of marijuana in the
cabin.  It was dark but he could make out several dim lights around the
marina.

   Daniel had been with them over three weeks but this was the first time
Mike was in port.  Well, the boat was there but it was secured - closed up
tight.  They found him on the yacht tonight.  And right off he wants them
to move some weed to Las Vegas.  Too risky for Rick.  What if the other two
out vote him ?  He knew they needed the money way more than he did.  A two
day trip for fifteen hundred bucks.  Insane money !  How much weed ?  He
didn't know.  He didn't want to know.  He would not risk his future.  Rick
turned and found Mike standing by the hatch.

   "Hey, man !  It's cool.  You're out of it.  Don't worry, Daniel made the
decision.  Says you've got too much to lose."

   He stepped away from Mike as the other two bounded up the stairs.  Now
the four of them were standing around waiting for someone to talk.  It was
Daniel.

   "Hey !  Rick.  This is my gig, man.  It's in my town.  It's where I'm
going to live.  And if I impress this "Snake" guy.  Well, this could be
something permanent.  I need this, Rick." Rick was already agreeing with
him.  He didn't quite know why ?  There was just something about this. 
Something hidden but very lucrative.  Daniel was always trying to cut
corners a bit.  This was right up his alley.

   Chapter Nine

   He met her in the parking lot just up the road from the marina.  Daniel
watched her get off the bus.  They were going to get some training before
he let them drive to 'Vegas in his VW bug.  It was custom with a dark gray
finish and Mike was pretty picky about who drove his car.  This first trip
was scheduled for two hundred and fifty pounds.  That would leave him
another two trips.  He was sure he could talk them into it.

   The young guy was a model of attention.  He repeated the entire scenario
back to Mike with hardly a mistake.  The girl understood the big picture
but couldn't regurgitate it back like Daniel could.  He had the boy brief
them again after a little dinner.  They were eager to get on the road. 
Mike wasn't comfortable with them yet and told them they'd spend the next
day at the beach before heading off.  They needed to get accustomed to
getting up early.

   They had just started smoking weed.  Sitting around the table that also
doubled as a bed.  It was just seven and Mike had already alerted them that
they would be up at five the following morning.  They both flipped him off.
Mike was sure he could fuck her.  Probably with Daniel watching, maybe even
participating ?  He was getting hard thinking about it.

   He got up to get out of the dinette.  She was following his crotch.  Her
eyes slits but her head swiveling around, locked on to his cock.  He
flexed. She looked up at him as he moved back into the galley.  She smiled.
Mike smiled back at her.

   They were whispering when he turned back to them.  He had a jug of
water. "What are you two conspiring about ?" It was a good natured jab.

   "What happens if we take it all ?  All seven hundred and fifty pounds.
The bug will carry it no sweat.  We don't have any other luggage."

   "No.  I've made the trip.  Two-fifty is the limit.  I want you moving
with traffic.  Not moping along like you've got a load of dope in the
trunk. No, and that's final."

   Daniel slumped back against the bulkhead.  Mike put the jug on the table
and flexed his cock again.  Daniel saw the movement, looked toward Melanie
and saw she was staring at it.  He turned and looked into Mike's face. 
Mike wanted to fuck the girl.  That's why they weren't going tonight.  He
couldn't do it with Rick around.

   Daniel just then realized he couldn't go back to the Wagstad's.  Rick's
dad wasn't that cool.  And what would he tell his parents ?  This might
just be the break he needed ?  Because the valley was growing like a weed
many of his friends were working construction.  There was no night-life
associated with construction during the summer in 'Vegas.  You were on the
job at five a.m.  If this courier job was steady work ?  Well, he could
really get into that.  His parents could pound sand if he could support
himself.  He'd have to split the money with the girl but that was cool. 
She was in the same boat as he was and there were three trips scheduled. 
That would be over two grand.  More than enough to get an apartment in
'Vegas.  Maybe they could share expenses.  They'd be living like kings !

   She was easing by him and rubbing her butt against his arm and chest. 
He gave her butt a good squeeze.  Mike laughed out loud.  Melanie struggled
out of the booth and moved toward the galley and Mike.  Daniel couldn't
make out what she said to him but her arms went up around his neck and his
hands cupped her ass.  Daniel started to get a woody.  He wanted to fuck
her.  He knew Mike was going to fuck her.  That was cool with him and if
this "Snake" wanted to fuck her ?  That was cool with him, too.  Melanie
Wright was a very good piece of ass.  Daniel had fucked her regularly
during the over three weeks he'd been down here.

   They were flying back to the beach on Monday.  A whole weekend in 'Vegas
!  Mike said this "Snake" guy would set them up with a room and comp
everything.  And he would pay them.  That was most important.  And another
trip next week ?  Daniel hoped he could stay on the boat between trips.  He
imagined Melanie would have no trouble with that.  Mike was squeezing her
ass and she was wiggling it around.  She giggled.  Mike turned her around
so she was facing Daniel, who was still sitting in the booth.  Mike was
sure the boys had both fucked her.  Rick just couldn't share.  He was happy
with what was left.  Three on one was almost too much, especially with an
inexperienced girl.

   Mike had his hands on her breasts.  They were huge, her nipples hard. 
He was grinding his cock against her fat buns.  Daniel was staring at his
hands as they mauled her big titties.  Her nipples were standing up against
her bra and blouse.  His fingers were working on the buttons.  She was
going to fuck them both.  Daniel couldn't get enough of the strip tease
Mike was doing with his fingers.  Her blouse was out of her waist band,
totally open.  His hands were coming up to cup her bra covered tits.

   Instead Mike lifted her bra cups over her tits and watched Daniel's
expression change when Melanie's tits dropped into the open.  Daniel
reached down and cupped his crotch.  He was getting a boner.  Mike had a
raging hardon.  Melanie was rubbing her ass against his boner.  The kid was
getting out of the booth and coming into the galley.  It wasn't big enough.

   "Let's go to the captain's cabin.  There's more room." The boner in
Daniel's pants was quite impressive.  Melanie Wright was going to get her
ass fucked real good tonight.  "Snake" would love her.  Might even have a
place for her up in 'Vegas if she was interested.  She squeezed right
through the port and on to the mattresses that covered the captain's cabin.
Daniel was bending over and sliding through.  Mike followed.

   The girl was shucking off her blouse, her bra covered breasts swinging
around.  The kid had his "T" shirt off and his physique was impressive.

   "You play ball ?" Mike asked.  He was out of his shirt and dropping his
shorts.  He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock wangled around as he
got his shorts off.  It was Daniel's size or better.

   "Nah.  I like to fuck chicks a lot.  Too much practice to play ball."
Mike laughed.  The girl had taken off her bra and her tits were real
impressive, huge mounds of breast meat hung down on her chest.  She had
large, brown, round areolae with a good sized nipple in the center of each.
She was wiggling out of her shorts, her tits wangling around again.  Mike
was starting to get firm.  The kid was stroking his.  The girl was watching
him.  Mike was naked and crawled over toward her.

   The bulkhead was real low up here so coupling up was always a problem
with more than two.  Mike was convinced that Daniel and he would be able to
share the girl.  She had rolled toward him.  Her cunt was shaved with a
deep crease in it.  Mike flexed his cock and she reached for it.  He kneed
forward and Melanie's mouth captured the head of his cock.  He had a real
fat shaft but the cockhead was no bigger than Daniel's.  It made his dick
look pointed.  Oh !  It was a fat dick.

   Daniel was running his fingers up and down the wet slit of Melanie's
cunt.  She spread wider and Daniel shoved three fingers into her.  Her cunt
was fat.  He rotated his fingers around and her hips started moving around.
He was watching her mouth suck on Mike's cock.  It was twice as thick as
his.  About the same length.  Mike was maybe a little longer ?  And just
fat as a salami.  Daniel was hard enough to fuck her but thought he'd let
Mike go first.  His hardon was very impressive as it sawed in and out of
Melanie's mouth.  Slobber was dripping down on to the mattress.

   Mike noticed that Daniel was making no move to fuck the young thing. 
Mike was eager.  He pulled his slobber soaked dick out of her mouth and
moved between her spread legs.  She brought her knees up and all he was
looking at was shaved pussy.  He moved over her and her hand captured his
shaft, rubbing the head in her wet slit.  He could feel her cunt against
his cock head and pushed hard.

   "Aaaahahhhghghhgaaa !" He started slamming his cock in and out of her.
The temperature in the captain's cabin went up about ten degrees.  Even
Daniel felt it was a little hotter as Mike fucked his cock in and out of
the teenager below him.  The humidity was intense.  Daniel was even
starting to sweat.  Fuck !  This guy could fuck.  Daniel didn't believe old
guys could compete with the young set but this guy was giving Melanie a
ride that Daniel would have a hard time besting.  And Daniel knew he was a
stud.

   Mike fucked her for close to half an hour.  Her cunt was a mess of cunt
butter and semen.  Daniel couldn't wait and rolled right between her legs.
She was mushy.  No longer tight.  He fucked her like crazy, turning her on
to her side and letting the old guy watch.  He was stroking his cum soaked
cock and was damn near ready to go already.  Daniel doubled his effort and
made Melanie cum with quick short burst of energy, jack-hammering his cock
in and out of her.

   "Omigod !  Fuck !  I'mmmm Cummmminnnnggg !" Mike was ready for thirds as
Daniel rolled away from the sweat soaked, well fucked girl.  Mike was
between her legs.  His cock was knifing into her.  Daniel needed a rest. 
He went to the galley and smoked some weed.  He could hear the sound of
fucking from the captain's cabin.  He went topside.  It was almost silent,
just the creaking of the boats.  There was nobody around at this time of
night.  He was tapped out, needed a good night's sleep.

  
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   Daniel and Melanie left at "zero dark-thirty" as Mike called it.  The
real time was four-forty five in the morning.  Melanie had the "gig" down
cold by then and they whizzed up to 'Vegas.  Four hours flat.  They drove
right into the garage of a vacant house that "Snake" happened to know
about. And guess who was waiting for them in the garage ?

   "Snake" was sitting in his steel gray Camry.  He was listening to Mark &
Mercedes on one of the local radio stations.  They were talking about how
much women liked cunilingus.  Snake was laughing at all the women who were
calling in, trying to figure out if they were hot by the sound of their
voice.

   The sound of the garage door startled him.  He was out of the car with
his hand on the butt of his nine millimeter, still stuck in the waist band
of his jeans.  It was Mike's bug.  He recognized the plates.  The motor
died and both doors immediately opened.  Out they came.  He was noticed
immediately.

   "Hi there.  I'm Daniel Haefner and this is Melanie Wright.  We're
supposed to meet a Mister `Snake' Edwards here.  Are you him ?" They were
standing beside the bug.  "Snake" came out from behind the Camry and hit
the garage door button.  The door started down.  He liked the looks of the
girl.  He wondered if Mike had fucked her ?  He was talking about taking
them when he sailed north again late this summer.  The kid looked capable
and Mike said he fucks like a machine.  "Snake" was sure he could use both
of them when they got back from British Columbia and a run to the marijuana
fields that Jay managed for them.  This stuff would be gone in a couple of
months.  If Jay could only grow it as fast as 'Vegas could smoke it !

   "Snake" handed them each an envelope with seven hundred and fifty
dollars cash in it.  Always get the money out of the way before you start
the party.  And "Snake" was seriously thinking about boning the big titted,
bleached blonde who was standing across the car from him, counting her
money.  He liked the way she looked at money.

  
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