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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 2 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 II

   (MF blackmail cons oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Four

   Henderson, Nevada - Still Post September 2001

   The "Yachtsman" let the van coast into the parking slot.  He could see
"Snake" standing over by another rental.  A VW bug this time.  "Get your
shit, Jill, and go get in that VW over there.  The tan one.  See it ?"

   "Yea...What..."

   "Just go get in the VW.  I'll only be a minute or so.  No trouble,
please."

   Mike Minter was out of the van and heading over toward the VW.  "Yo ! 
`Snake,' buddy." He was holding out his hand and "Snake" grabbed it in a
vice grip.  They hugged.  "Everything is cool, ol' buddy." Mike whispered.
"Give me twenty-four hours or so and I'll come and see you.  Gotta charge
my batteries."

   "Snake" Edwards moved away from the "Yachtsman" and appraised his old
friend.  He looked fit as ever and always so tan.  The young thing getting
into the VW was delicious looking.  More like something he'd be hanging
around with.  Mike was getting his bag out of the van and tossing it into
the back of the VW.

   "See you in a couple of days, Mike ?" "Snake" made it sound like a
question.

   "No more than twenty-four, good buddy." Mike slammed the door shut and
in seconds the Bug was backing out and rushing through the gears as it sped
away from the van.  Snake slowly got into the van and backed out into the
garage.  He could smell just a hint of weed.  He'd have to get it out to
his place.  The sun was just coming up.  He was tired and looking forward
to a little shut eye.  Having the stuff make it safely was a real bonus.

  
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   Colleen Gilbert was waiting where she was supposed to be.  He was over
an hour late.  She was pissed and wondered if she was being stood up ?  The
voice was distinctive.  It was behind her.  It was Mister "Snake" Edwards.
She was sure and turned to face him.  The client was with him, she was sure
of that too.  It appeared that he was with a relatively young woman.  He
was at least twice as old as she was.  A great tan and very good looking.
The young woman was gawking around like she'd never been to 'Vegas before.

   "Here she is, Mike.  Colleen Gilbert this is Mike Minter.  A very close,
personal friend of mine.  Please take good care of him." He gave Mike's arm
a squeeze and was off into the crowd.

   "Well...Ms.  Gilbert ?  What do you suggest ?"

   She was stuck for an answer.  She hardly gambled at all.  Hardly knew
what the games were.

   "Jill, why don't you take off.  I'm sure Ms.  Gilbert will take care of
my every need." Jill looked star struck as she moved off into the crowd. 
Mike took Colleen's hands.  If it had been "Snake" she would have freaked
out.

   "Well...Now.  Lead me to the blackjack tables.  She knows how to get to
the room on her own.  She'll be okay." He still had one hand and was
leading her through the casino.

   Colleen had a wonderful time.  He did most of the escorting and she was
treated like royalty.  Mike taught her to play blackjack and she even won a
little money.

   "Well...You are going to have breakfast with me aren't you ?" She looked
at her wrist.  It was almost seven a.m.  Where did the time go ?  She
should be exhausted but she wasn't.  He was guiding her through the casino
by the elbow.

   It was a small coffee shop and the younger woman was already there. 
Colleen wilted right then and there.  Of course they wanted her to stay. 
She couldn't and finally broke away from them.  Her husband would be
getting up in a half hour or so.  She'd greet him with breakfast and a
gander at all the cash she was taking home - over a grand !  He'd be
stoked.

   The morning rush hour was in full bloom as Colleen made her way through
the streets of Las Vegas and out to their home in Henderson.  She felt
weird pulling in from work as many of her neighbors were pulling out to
start their day.  Well, that was Las Vegas.  The garage door made the usual
racket as it closed.  Her husband's car was in the garage so everything
must be well and good.

  
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   Kent Gilbert wished he would have known that his wife was going to be
gone all night.  Shit !  He would have set something up with Kerri.  At the
last minute he couldn't risk it.  He had no idea when Colleen would be home
and her daughter was hanging around like she was spying on his every move.
She pestered him all night until he finally shut himself in their bedroom.

   He was coming out of the hall bathroom the next morning when she burst
out into the hallway.  Bra and panties with her towel slung over her
shoulder.  Kent's cock immediately came alive in his jockey shorts.  It was
visible.  She was looking at it.  Not moving.  He was staring at her
breasts, much bigger than her mother's.  Her nipples were erect, making
bumps in her bra.  He grabbed his cock and straightened it out.

   Gina Colgate was frozen.  This guy's cock was off the chart.  She'd
never seen, never felt...Shit !  Never imagined one this big and neither
had her girl friends.

   Colleen came around the corner and into the hall.  She saw them both as
they were.  Her husband clad with just jockey shorts, full of a morning
boner.  Her daughter in just bra and panties.  They had been staring at
each other for some time, she figured.

   "Gina !  What are you doing out of your room in your underwear.  You get
back in your room and get your robe right this minute.  Kent wear something
more suitable the next time you use the hall bathroom.  Please."

   Kent wandered back into their bedroom and tried willing his hardon away.
Colleen was sure to have seen it.  Shit !  The kid saw it.  Was curious too
!  God !  He'd love to fuck her.

   It was later.  Colleen was excited about the cash and Kent caught her
enthusiasm.  The hallway encounter was not mentioned again.  Kent could
hardly wait to get to work and call Kerri.  He needed some pussy.

  
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   "Ring, ring, ring !" She thought she counted to ten before she came
awake.  She was groggy.  The clock on the dresser said it was five p.m. 
She leaned over and reached for the phone.

   "Hello."

   "Colleen.  It's Mike Minter.  How about coming down to the boat tomorrow
and picking some ponies with me.  Spend the night.  We'll sail on Saturday.
I'll get you home Sunday some time.  Sound cool ?"

   Colleen was hardly keeping up.  Something about picking some ponies. 
She was confused.  "I'll call you tomorrow with the time and flight number.
Can't wait, beautiful." The dial tone filled her ear.  She didn't remember
saying a word other than "Hello." She flopped back on to the mattress and
slept for another six hours.  It was close to midnight.

   She sat up in bed.  Did Mike Minter call ?  She could barely remember a
couple of the details.  Her husband was sleeping beside her.  She couldn't
get up and call him.  She flopped back on to the mattress.  She didn't have
his number.  Shit !

   It was eleven before he called.  She tied to protest that she couldn't
possibly spend the weekend.  Well, okay.  They'd see how the ponies ran ?
And if they were winners she might consider sailing the next day.  Colleen
Gilbert had never been sailing in her life.  What an opportunity !  Mike
was the perfect gentleman.  She was sure there was more than one bed.  She
was deciding what to pack while jotting down her flight number and the
time.

   "What about the skinny brunette ?" She surprised him.  And herself.

   "It'll just be the two of us, unless that bothers you ?"

   "No.  I'm looking forward to it." Now, why did she say that ?  Well,
because she was looking forward to it.  Her husband has been a real
"Grinch" since Gina showed up.  A real asshole was more like it.  She was
showered and perfumed, ready to go except for her clothes.  She decided on
a short skirt and blouse that accented her bust line.  Give Mr.  Minter a
thrill.  Oh !  Shit, she had to hurry.

   Colleen was parked across from the store before she noticed that the
"Back in five minutes" sign was taped to the door.  Well, she tried.  Her
daughter, Gina, knew where she was going, kind of.  Colleen had been some
what vague with her but Gina knew that she might be gone for the weekend.
She'd found her out in the back yard, sunning herself.  That guy from the
gym was talking with her from his bedroom window, overlooking the pool. 
What a fucking pervert.  Her daughter was wearing a very skimpy suit that
left a lot of skin to stare at.  She was pissed she had to leave her
daughter alone with this cretin.

   She had already started the car when she saw some movement inside the
store.  It was her husband behind the counter.  It looked like he was
tucking in his shirt tail.  The young woman came right to the door and
opened it.  She took the sign down and brought it and the keys back to her
husband at the counter.  Colleen had the car in drive and was tempted to
gun the engine but didn't.  She just wanted to be out of the parking lot.

   Chapter Five

   Colleen refused the offered drink and didn't speak to the gentleman
again.  He was so obvious about picking her up.  Wanted to know where she
was staying ?  And how long was she staying ?  Thoughts of her husband with
that girl from the beauty parlor floated through her consciousness.  She
thought the girl had quit and moved on ?  And that encounter in the hallway
this morning!  She wondered if her husband was hitting on her daughter ? 
And finally that pervert who lives behind them.  Mike Minter was the least
of her worries.  In fact, she was looking forward to spending some time
with him.  Her troubles would disappear for a while.  Maybe, she'd stay a
night even if they didn't do so well with the ponies ?!

   The plane was letting down into Orange County Airport.  The man next to
her had finally stopped trying to talk with her.  She looked out the window
and could see the blue of the Pacific out in front of the airplane.  There
was a haze out over the water and then she could see the runway below them.
They taxied so slowly.  Everyone was getting up and getting their bags. 
She waited for the jerk, next to her, to move on.

   It was funny !  She wasn't worried about finding Mike.  She just knew it
would happen.  And there he was at the curb, sitting on a motor cycle.  He
had the kick stand down and was coming toward her.  He embraced her.  She
was taken a back.  He was hugging her.  He felt good.  He had her bag and
was attaching it to the "hog" as he called it.  She had to hike up her
skirt to ride behind him and ended up with her panty covered crotch rubbing
against his jeans all the way to the marina.

   It was just past two and he had lunch prepared on the yacht.  They ate
and drank.  Some rum concoction that was just so pleasant tasting.  She
changed into her bikini top and some shorts.  She had her bikini bottoms on
underneath the shorts as he said something about swimming later.

   But first there were the races.  They picked two winners out of the
first five races.  Excitement mounted with every race.  Colleen was beside
herself.  One of her picks was a winner !  She'd won fifty thousand big
ones for Mike.  She was very excited and when they won a third in the
eighth she threw herself into Mike's arms.

   Mike could feel her breasts squashed against his chest.  His hands went
around her waist but soon ended up with a cheek in each hand.  She was
tight against him and he could feel himself come alive.  Soon she'd feel
it. He was positive he'd encounter no resistance.

   They were in the bowels of the yacht.  He lifted her and turned her
toward the table.  Folded up it doubled as a berth but that was too much
trouble.  He'd fuck her on the table top.  She was a big girl.  At least
five six or so.  He lifted her up on to the table top and her legs spread a
bit.  He pushed himself between them and made sure that his cock pressed
right up against her crotch.

   Colleen pulled her head off his shoulder as he turned her toward the
table.  She was looking into his eyes when he placed her on the table top
and knew the look on her face registered the fact that he just pushed his
cock against her cunt.  Her arms remained around his shoulders and that was
the last time she thought of much else but the smoldering lust growing
between her legs.

   Mike's tongue slid right into her mouth.  His hands were on her hips and
beginning to move up to her waist.  She was eagerly frenching him.  "Snake"
was way off base on this one.  She was hot as a fire cracker !  Mike's
hands reached Colleen's breasts.  He cupped and weighed them.  Nice size
and weight.  He could feel her nipples hard against his hands.  He started
to move his boner between her legs.  As soon as he got her shorts off he
was going to eat her.

   Colleen could feel his hands working her shorts off over her hips.  He
was pulling her bikini bottoms down with them.  She'd be naked below the
waist.  Mike had them over her hips and was pulling them down her thighs.
They were dangling at her feet and now lay on the floor.  He pushed her
thighs apart and dropped to his knees between her legs.  It didn't take
much to get her butt right to the edge with her heels on the table top.

   She was lightly haired and trimmed.  Her cunt lips right there in the
trimmed bush.  He bent and licked along her lips from bottom to top.  She
was clean smelling, obviously took care of her cunt.  His boner was
throbbing but he wasn't concerned.  Mike was sure Colleen's cunt was going
to drool cunt butter with very little effort.  Another lick from bottom to
top.  Her lips were just starting to open.  He tasted her a third time and
kept his mouth covering her cunt as his tongue reamed it's way into her.

   Colleen thrust up into him when his tongue snaked into her.  She could
feel the wetness rush out of her.  She ground her cunt around on his face.
His tongue fucking in and out of her vagina.  She was ready to fuck.  Her
hands worked themselves to the table edge and she pushed her cunt into his
face.  His hands had come up the back of her thighs, pushing her legs back
against her chest.

   Mike got to his feet.  His shorts slid down over his hips and now he
could push into her.  He had her legs pushed back against her tits, her
cunt a plump mound with a deep crease in it.  She didn't have much of an
ass.  It was all cunt between her legs.  He worked his cock head between
the lips of her vagina and pushed a bit.  His cock head was sucked into her
cunt.  He pushed forward and could feel her push back as his cock slid
deeper and deeper into her.  His belly finally came into contact with the
back of her legs and her butt.

   Colleen's eyes were wide open as he pushed into her.  He had a nice big
dick.  As long as her husband for sure and maybe even fatter.  He was
fucking her.  Such a contrast to her husband.  Mike's almost hairless chest
compared to the jungle on her husband.  Mike's cock was bigger.  She was
sure.  He was fucking the shit out of her.  She was sweating, her under
arms a swamp.  It was dribbling off of her.  She could watch his sweat roll
down his chest as he labored to pump his dick in and out of her.  She was
thrusting back against him.  She was consumed with his cock on that edge of
orgasm when it's just out of reach and them comes rushing at you.  She came
apart and he fucked her harder.  She was wild, babbling incoherently.

   He kept spurting and spurting.  She could feel his dick pulse as he
unloaded into her.  It was bubbling out of her and rolling down the crack
of her ass on the way to the floor, she supposed.  She though she heard a
splat but both of them were making a racket just breathing.  He pulled away
from her and let her legs down.

   She glanced at his dick when he pulled out of her.  It looked bigger
than her husband's.  And the head was so cool looking.  A breeze blew
through the cabin.  She wondered if anyone heard them ?  He was smiling. 
He took her to a different place from where she came.  She wondered what
this meant ?  If anything ?

   "Let's shower." He kicked off his shorts and turned toward the head. 
She felt alone when she heard the water go on.  It made quite a racket. 
She jumped down to the floor and pulled her bikini top off.  Her nipples
were still swollen and erect.  She could feel the goo flood out of her. 
She walked toward the head.  He was against the far wall of the tiny
shower, slowly stroking his cock.

   "Hungry ?" That smile again.  She went to her knees and saw his meat
jerk a little.  Colleen's mouth opened and captured his cock head.  He was
getting strong.  Her husband would never respond like this.  Even ten years
ago.  It was a unique penis.  Very thick.  Thicker than her husband and he
had a nice fat cock.  But the head was like that for a normal skinny penis.
It made his cock look like a rocket ship.  She pushed more cock into her
mouth.  Soon it would be too long to get all of it.  She pulled her mouth
slowly off his meat.  It was much longer.

   "You are a hungry lady, Colleen.  Feed yourself, honey." He was already
thrusting his hips as her mouth captured his cock again.  His hands were in
her hair.  He pulled her face to his loins, his cock expanding in her mouth
and throat.  Colleen was lost in her lust.  Her problems with her husband
and her daughter and whatever; well it was all gone as the cock in her
mouth began to get very hard.  She was getting turned on just sucking on
his dick.  She dropped a hand to her crotch and shoved two fingers into her
cunt.

   Mike leaned up against the shower wall.  He reached over and turned off
the water.  Her hair was a mess, all wet and matted together.  He was still
guiding her face on and off his cock.  He was hard enough to fuck her.  He
noticed the hand between her legs.  "Snake" wasn't going to believe this.

  
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   Gina Colgate was still in her bikini.  It was well after six and the sun
no longer bathed the back yard.  It was still very warm though, probably
close to a ninety-five.  She wasn't sure about the heat but liked the area
a whole bunch more than yesterday.  Jake Morrison, the guy who lived behind
them, made that all possible.  The baggie was lying on the table top.  She
promised him she could come up with sixty dollars.  She was good for it. 
Jake wasn't concerned.  He'd get sixty dollars worth of something.

   Gina reached for the vodka and water on the rocks.  Her friends back
home thought it was a cool drink.  She always thought it tasted horrible
but it was the only booze in the house except for Kent's Jack Daniels. 
That was even worse than vodka.  She was very high and counting the rings.
On the fourth her friend picked up.

   "Hey, Jackie.  It's Gina.  Where you been ?"

   "My mother made me go shopping with her.  It was kind of cool because
she let me buy a lot of shit I really wanted.  Hey !  You were telling me
about your step father's dick..."

   "He's not my step anything.  He's just my mother's husband.  Father is
not attached to it at all.  You could see that when he was staring at my
tits.  He had a good sized boner in his shorts and I'm willing to bet I get
a good look at it this weekend.  My mother is out of town all weekend.  I'm
sitting out by the pool.  Smoking some weed..."

   "No way !  Where'd you get it ?"

   "What do you care ?  It's not like I'm sending you some in the mail. 
It's fucking expensive here.  This fucking guy, who lives behind us, got it
for me.  He's pretty cool." And so it went.

   Chapter Six

   Kent Gilbert was surprised to see that Colleen's car was not in the
garage.  He really hadn't thought much about his wife's new job.  He
figured she could take care of herself.  And the money sounded pretty good.

   He was in the house and checked Gina's room.  She wasn't there. 
Probably out by the pool which meant she'd be in that tiny bikini of hers.
He flexed the woody in his jeans.  He wondered when his wife was going to
be home ?  He looked out the kitchen window and spied his wife's daughter.
She was almost all skin.  He grabbed his semi and gave it a good squeeze.

   Kent watched her tip the tumbler to her mouth.  It looked like ice
water. He headed for the liquor cabinet.  The door was cracked open an inch
or so.  The little cunt had been hitting on his wife's vodka.  He grabbed
the Jack Daniels and headed for the kitchen.  A tumbler full of ice with a
good slug of "Jack." The girl was still laying back in the lounge chair,
gabbing on the phone.  He grabbed his woody again.  It was a good bit
harder than it was a moment ago.  He moved toward the door to the patio.

   Gina jumped in the chair when she saw him turn the corner; mumbled
something into the phone and hung up.  She was so sure her mother had told
him.  So she figured he'd be out at some casino, gambling.  Her mother said
he gambled too much.  He always seemed to have a lot of cash on him.  Her
phone friend, Jackie, was sure that Gina could get some money out of Kent
by just showing him a little skin; maybe even prick teasing him a little.
She saw how he looked at her in the hall the other day.

   She'd forgotten about the dope until he reached for it.  By then it was
too late.  "What the fuck is this ?" Kent was sure he had some shit on her
now.  He could use it to get her naked.  Two teenagers.  Unbelievable !  He
was sure he was going to fuck his wife's daughter.

   She was watching him dangle the baggie in front of her.  "Marijuana. 
What did you think it was ?" She grabbed for the baggie.  He jerked it
away. "I was hoping you could front me the money.  I told the guy.  He
lives next door." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder.

   He was staring at her tits.  There was a lot of skin showing.  "Where's
your mother ?"

   "She didn't get a hold of you !?  She left here about...Oh !  Shit !  I
can't remember.  Said she had to work at some beach in Southern California.
Horse racing.  Be gone all weekend.  Call her cell if you really need to."

   Kent flashed back to lunch time.  Kerri had fucked and sucked him dry.
Closed the store for half an hour.  He wondered if Colleen came by while he
was fucking that nympho ?  He told Gina he was changing into his trunks. 
He'd be back.  He'd freshen up her drink.  No sense in calling Kerri.  He'd
already fucked her today !

   It was starting to get dark out.  Kent was back and Gina was sure he was
staring at her in the gathering dusk.  She was smoking a pipe full when he
came out on to the patio.  A drink in each hand.  Hers was strong.  She was
really stoned.  She'd never had a guy with so much hair on his chest.  She
wondered if his dick had a lot of hair around it ?

   Kent was sure he could score with her.  Colleen wouldn't surprise them.
He wouldn't sleep with her, just fuck her.  Her tits were another size
bigger than her mother's.  His cock was half hard in his trunks.  A tight
pair that reached to mid thigh.  It held in his belly, too.  He flexed.  It
felt good.

   Gina was packing the pipe again.  He'd taken several drags.  She
laughed. He looked at her stupidly.  She laughed harder.  Kent laughed with
her.  Her mother would kill him if she knew he was smoking dope with her
daughter.  Shit !  He was going to fuck her !  What would her mother have
to say about that ?  His woody throbbed.  He got up.

   "Need another drink ?" He flexed his cock.  It jumped in his trunks. 
She saw it.  He was sure.  He grabbed her tumbler while getting a good look
at her tits.  Her nipples were visible, bumps in her bikini top.  They got
harder with the attention.

   When Kent came back out on to the patio she asked him.  "You going to
front me the money ?"

   "What are you going to do for me ?" Silence for just a moment.

   "What do you want me to do ?" She rolled to her side and pressed her
breasts together.  He was looking right into her cleavage.  She was bold
with the booze, stoned on grass and gaining courage with his attention to
her tits.  He still hadn't looked into her eyes.  The bulge in his crotch
was more evidence than she needed.  He was in the bag.

   He was just standing there, his cock very visible in his crotch.  He
didn't hide it.  It excited her.  She knew she was horny.  If she'd known
the guy next door for a while longer she might have ?  Well, she would have
fucked him.  But he was on his way to California and more righteous bud. 
So he said.  She was very horny.  Kent was definitely a player and she knew
he would keep his mouth shut about the dope if she kept her mouth shut
about the sex.  He was holding out his hand.  She reached to take it.

   Kent pulled her along behind him as he headed into the den.  The couch
was where he wanted to fuck her.  He wanted to use her.  His cock was hard.
Just like for Kerri.  Teenage girls always gave him a throbber.  He
wondered if he could get the two of them together ?  Kerri would do
anything for him.  Another girl was not beyond reason.  He wanted to fuck
his wife's daughter.  He slowly slung her on to the couch.  Her tits
bounced around in her bikini top.

   He turned and left the room.  His hardon was a rod in his trunks.  Gina
looked off into space.  It seemed like he was gone a while but then he was
there.  Suddenly, in front of her.  The bills were in his hand.  Two one
hundred dollar bills.  He dropped them on the end table.

   "That enough ?" He was smiling at her.  She smiled back.  She knew this
was going to be a regular thing.  She wouldn't have to work at all this
summer.  And if she could keep scoring from Jake, next door, then this
could be a really bitchin' summer.  His cock was huge in his trunks.  He
was starting to pull them down.  She felt like she should look away but
didn't.  The hair below was darker and thicker, all over his crotch.  His
cock burst out of the trunks and bobbed up and down a few times before it
became still.

   Kent just stood there with his legs spread a bit and his trunks down
around his thighs.  He flexed and his cock bobbed up and down.  Gina
laughed.  Her nipples were clearly visible in her bikini top.  Kent slipped
his trunks off and walked toward the couch.  He plopped down next to her.

   "Come on, Gina, take a hand full.  Had a big one like this before, honey
?" He laughed and grabbed her wrist.  She could hardly get her hand around
the shaft and he wasn't that hard yet.  She squeezed him.  "Play with one
before or do I get to teach you ?"

   Gina looked over at him and smiled.  "What else do you want to teach me
?"

   Kent reached for her tits.  One of them fell out of her top.  Her
areolae was wider than her mother's but the nipple was a small pea in the
middle.  He pinched it and then hefted her bare breast in his hand.  Her
hand had started milking his cock.  Kent quickly pushed her forward and
unhooked her top.  He tossed it on to the floor and gazed at her tits.  A
good cup size larger than her mother's.  He leaned forward and sucked her
right nipple into his mouth.  His free hand went to her waist and started
to drag her bottoms off over her hips.  Gina lifted her hips to assist him
and he was as hard as stone.

   Gina kicked off her bottoms.  She was naked with him.  He was so hairy.
His cock, this fat slab of meat.  A couple of her boy friends were maybe as
long but none of them were near as fat.  He pulled her thigh over his
crotch and she was spread.  His hand cupped her hairy mound.  Brown curls
covered her cunt.  She knew she was wet as soon as he dragged his finger
through her hair and came in contact with her cunt lips.  His finger was
between her lips, searching for her vagina.  He found it, his finger
slipping right into her.  She arched up into his hand and buried his finger
in her cunt.

   Her hand was still milking his hardon.  He was itching to get it into
her.  She was wet and in just a few strokes was getting sloppy wet.  He
pushed her over into the corner of the couch and spread her legs.  Her cunt
lips were very visible; pouting lips, slick with cunt butter.  He poked two
fingers into her and watched her dance on his fingers.  She was hot for it.
Thoughts of Kerri flashed through his mind, sucking his cock as he finger
fucked his wife's daughter.  His boner throbbed.

   Gina was about to cum unglued when he pulled his fingers out of her.  He
pulled her to the edge of the couch and hovered over her.  "Put it in,
honey." She reached for it and grabbed a handful of shaft.  His cock head
was digging into her cunt lips and then he was shoving himself into her.

   "Oh !  God damnnnnn !" Gina shouted.  Kent reached out and shoved his
hand into her mouth.  He was all the way into her.  Her cunt was fat and
tight.  He flexed.  She felt it and squeezed back.  It drove Kent wild.  He
flexed again and back and forth it went until he started fucking her lights
out.  He grabbed her behind the thighs and pushed them back on to her tits.
They spread out on either side of her and looked huge.  Her cunt lips were
spread grotesquely around his fat prick.  He watched as it fucked in and
out of her.

   Gina was having a hard time breathing with his hand in her mouth.  She
was hyperventilating and not getting near enough air.  She remembered
throwing her head back and forth but that was her last thought.  Kent was
still fucking the shit out of her.

  
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   Colleen Gilbert was bare ass naked, standing on the bridge of the
"Viper" next to a man, who was also bare ass naked.  They were both wearing
baseball caps, though.  The rising sun was off to their four o'clock and
they were about an hour out of Catalina.  Colleen had fixed a substantial
breakfast; eggs, toast, the works !  That was after she found herself
shanghaied about five-thirty this morning.  The last thing she remembered
from the night before was lying in his arms and sharing her personal
problems with him.  He was a good listener and she wanted to talk.  He
really started it all by asking if he could see her again and then it just
all flooded out.

   Mike Minter was fuckin' "A" stoked !  If the old man was a letch !  So
much the better.  He could hardly wait to email "Snake." The ol' fucker
would get a boner over this ol' lady.  She was going to be a winner !  The
"Yachtsman" was sure of it !

  
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