Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Rabbis, Drugs & Spies
Part: 2 of 2
Universe: Tales of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf+ oral anal)
Language: English
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!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only -
however you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility
should this material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be
upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. These tales are written to
stand alone but use characters and themes introduced in some of my
previous writing. If you like these tales you might also like "The
Adventures of Willy Tamarack", "Shack, Lead !", "The Travels of Willy
Tamarack" or "The Stories". It should go without saying; any resemblance
between the characters in these accounts and real people, either living or
deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has spent a
life time looking for ? In other words: none of his friends contract
sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant
unless they want to; few of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or
hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an
orgasm and almost all of the people live happily ever after. Well, you're
probably as close to finding it here as anywhere else. Remember though,
we are all God's children and should treat each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without
joy." As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
A WILLY TAMARACK TALE
Rabbis, Drugs & Spies
(Mf+ oral anal)
by
Willy Tamarack
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
CHAPTER FOUR
Saint Petersburg, Russia
Mid-1990's
Rada was sitting on my face. I'd spread the curls away from her cunt
and pulled her lips apart. My tongue was attacking her tiny clitoris.
Her hips were wiggling around as I ran my tongue up the crack of her ass
and reamed it into her asshole. Natlya was on her knees between my spread
legs and sucking my cock. Occassionaly she'd rub her tits against my
boner.
I rolled over and pushed Rada away from me. I grabbed Natalya by the
hair and kept her mouth pumping on and off my cock. It was slick with
saliva and I was ready to fuck. I got to my knees and pulled Rada over by
the hips. She struggled to her knees and I moved into position behind
her. She had a nice plump, meaty butt and I spread it wide apart. She
had some squiggly, dark pubes growing around her asshole. A good patch
covering her crotch and lower stomach.
I leaned over her and dribbled a loogie down on to her asshole. It
winked at me. I bent and reamed my tongue into her again. She moaned. I
rubbed my finger around her anus and then pushed it into her. A louder
moan. My cock was like a tire iron. I straightened and pushed the head
of my cock against her anus. I wiggled around until the head popped in.
Another moan.
I pushed and pulled...Pushed and pulled...Pushed and pulled. Slowly I
pushed my cock all the way into her. Her butt hole was streached around
my cock. I pulled all the way out and then shoved it all the way in. Her
head came up off the mattress and she cried out. I did it again and she
screamed this time. I started fucking her and didn't stop until I'd cum
and was a babbling idiot curled up behind her.
I'd pounded her down on to the mattress. Her anus was reamed out and a large brown hole between the cheeks of her ass. Natalya was on her knees
with her face in Rada's ass. I ran my hand up between Natalya's legs and
entered her cunt with two fingers. Her butt started wiggling around while
she pressed her face between the other girl's butt cheeks.
I wiggled away from them and threw my legs off the bed. I grabbed the
pipe off the bed side table and took a rip. The brunette was still
reaming out the blonde girl's asshole. I stroked myself a few times. The
bottle of blue pills was next to the pipe. I dry swallowed a pill and
then headed for the kitchen.
There was a huge orgy going on in the front room. Everyone was naked.
Dmitry was fucking one of the skinny blondes. Carol was wearing a strapon
and fucking the other little blonde. Erin was watching and playing with
herself. I drank a lot of coke before going back to the bedroom. I
wanted to fuck Natalya in the ass.
*****
Stephan Myshkin was sitting in the bar along with the ex-K.G.B. man.
They had been here for several days and not seen this man who had all the
marijuana. Karp had been very helpful, describing the man and woman. He
even offered to sell them some because he knew he could get more. There
were many in the bar this afternoon, like every afternoon since Karp and
the other men bought this magic marijuana. Everyone was talking about it
and there were a couple who had come from several hundred kilometers away
for an opportunity to buy some.
Dmitry entered the bar and immediately went right to the bartender. He ordered a vodka. Before the bartender could set up the drink, Dmitry
disappeared out the door and walked quickly away from the bar. Karp had
noticed Dmitry and seen him split. The bartender was looking around.
Karp looked over at the man named Stephan and his friend. They were
drinking with several women, big spenders.
Carol was a block away when she observed Dmitry walking out of the door and away from the bar. She turned and crossed the street immediately.
Erin and I watched Carol cross the street. We were a block behind her.
She started window shopping. Erin and I imitated her. There were three
of them. Black cars, tinted windows, powerful engines. I watched them in
the reflection from the window. As soon as they passed I turned and
started retracing our steps back toward the direction we just came from.
Erin was at my side. We were walking casually but with a purpose.
The cafe was just a block from the bus station. I was glad we didn't
bring the car. Erin went to the restroom. Dmitry was sitting alone in
the back. I sat at the adjoining table. Carol entered the cafe moments
after Erin got back from the restroom.
All three of us looked at Dmitry, waiting. He was drinking vodka. The waitress came over to the table and Dmitry ordered for us. When she left he started. "K.G.B., well ex-K.G.B., some bad people. He was with
another who is connected to a real bad guy. I have called Karp. He is
meeting us at bus station and you can do the deal there. We will meet in
another bar the next time and start mixing it up."
I looked to Carol. "You catch anything ?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I got a glimpse. A couple of guys got out of the cars and went into the bar. Four of them came out. One of them
got into one of the cars. Conversation lasted about three minutes. Lots
of people started leaving the bar. Karp was one of them. The guys in the
car weren't the authorities. I'm sure of that."
The hunters were out looking for game. I was stoked. When we entered
the bus station, Erin went immediately to the phones and called our
control. I saw Karp over by the restrooms and headed in that direction.
Carol was across the crowded waiting room keeping an eye out. I got rid
of ten pounds of weed. Karp couldn't pay for it all so I gave it to him on
consignment. He claimed he could sell twice as much. I asked him to
choose a place for the next meet in three days.
They were queing up for the bus when I came out of the restrooms. I
scanned the crowd. Dmitry was getting on. Erin was in line. Carol was
coming from across the room. I lit a cigarette and moved toward the bus.
I was sitting with Erin about half way back. Carol and Dmitry were
sitting behind us. The bus was starting to move. I laid my head back and
closed my eyes.
The elbow in my side woke me. Erin was looking out the window. One of the black cars was passing us in the opposite direction. A moment later a second black car rushed by us. "Same guys ?" I asked.
Erin nodded her head and grabbed my hand. I put my arm around her and
we slept until Dmitry shook my shoulder as the bus started to slow. I had
no idea where we were. Once off the bus Dmitry pushed us until we were
well in to the forest. I was afraid we wouldn't be able to find the
house. Dmitry kept telling me, "No sweat. Smoke some more weed, Willy."
And I did. It took us three hours to get to the house and we entered
the cleared out area from the opposite direction. The younger girls were
out around the house sunbathing, naked. Erin and Carol could hardly wait
to get into the shower. I wanted to fuck one of the skinny blondes and
did, right out in the grass by the side of the house.
For the next three days we filmed. We'd planned out a series of family videos that were going to make us millions. We were done. We got to fixing some food while we smoked weed and drank good vodka. The fucking began after dinner but we turned in early. Lots of work tomorrow.
*****
Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski decided they were going to stay here for a couple of days. Because just hours after they arrive in this town it's full of powerful weed. His people tell him it's much better than hash. Not as harsh and the weed is more potent. Some mentioned that they got horny after smoking it. And it was being sold in almost all the bars of this town.
They found the man, named Karp, at the bus station. He was loaded with ten pounds and sold them three. His people had fanned out and were
selling it as fast as they could. He tried some and was impressed. He
was smoking more and soon it came to him. He wanted a girl.
The skinny blonde came to his room a while later. She was cute enough
and loved to suck his uncircumsized cock. She was very good and "The
Weasel" wormed his huge, fat cock into her butt hole after she finished
blowing him. She was very tight in the butt. Elija liked that.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dmitry was sneaking around the corner of the house. Erin was on the
camera. He was wearing just a rain coat. Earlier Erin had videoed the
girls through one of the windows. They were hardly dressed. Carol, their
"mother," had left through the front door several minutes before that.
Dmitry met up with me on the other side of the house. We peeked into
the window and then quickly ducked down. I was also dressed in just a
raincoat. My cock was hard as rock. The girls were reading. I moved
toward the door. Dmitry was right behind me. We burst through the door
and the girls started screaming immediately. Both Carol and Erin were now
shooting as we captured the girls and tied them up.
The debachery lasted for over an hour. We fucked both of them, tied to the bed. We fucked their faces until there was cum dribling out of their mouths. We double teamed them and filled both their tight pussies and tight butts with lots and lots of cock. I was exhausted when we were
through. Carol and Erin with the other two were clapping after the final
anal assault. The ending was pretty cool with Carol entering the house,
after Dmitry and I escaped out the back, and screaming when she finds her
young daughters.
It was pretty hot and we edited it that night as we all got really
fucking stoned. The next day we did some grandfather stuff and then the
horny father. What ever the subject it contained as many young girls as
we could imagine and let me tell you we had very fertil imaginations.
After three days of film making, Dmitry left for St. Pete to return the girls, pick up some more girls and to drop off some videos. He told us it might be a couple of days as he hadn't met these girls before. Just heard about them by word of mouth on the web. That was okay with me as I was tapped out. We still had twenty some pounds left and I wanted to get rid of it. We were in the last half of our lease and would have to move in ten days or so. I didn't want to be transportating large amounts of weed around.
We traveled to Volkhov the following day, leaving the bus several
kilometers south of town. We were no where near the bus station. As soon
as the bus disappeared we changed direction and headed for a small local
cafe in a rural section further south of town. Just a house here and
there, all with gardens. And let me tell you these gardens were flush
with lots of vegetables. There were some chickens running around, too.
This far out of town we weren't going to find anyone who spoke English.
I was praying the directions Karp gave me would do the trick. There
appeared to be a cross road and several buildings ahead. We slowed our pace and started looking for people watching us. Karp said a bus came by here at six. It was now just four.
I left the girls out in the street and entered the cafe. A nice looking young lady said something to me. I didn't understand a word she was saying. I called to her, "Vodka." She went through a door and
disappeared. I went to the front and waved to the girls through the
window.
We were there only about ten minutes before we heard him. I'd had two shots. The girls just one. It was a motor cycle and Karp parked it behind the cafe against the back of the building. He entered through the rear and came through the door to the kitchen. He was smiling, a very big smile and carrying a suitcase.
"We fool them this time. But they want to meet you very bad. Good
place, Willy ! You like. Short walk to town. Three kilometers. Bus
here in..." He looked at his wrist. "...about ninety minutes." The girl
was bringing a bottle of vodka and some crackers.
Karp continued. "Friends own this. They farm. Would like to meet you. Talk about growing. Is that okay ?"
"Sure, Karp." I threw back another shot. "You got a lot of money for
me today ?"
Karp kicked the suitcase over to me. "It's full of rubbles, large
bills. You need help changing ? I know a guy." So did we and his name
was Uncle Sam.
I shook my head. Carol moved away from the table and toward the back of the cafe, near the door to the kitchen. I saw them coming. Three men,
dressed like farmers. No suits and ties, working men.
"Okay if we smoke in here ?" I asked. Karp nodded his head then got up and went to the front door. The men entered. They greeted each other.
Their eyes were on me. I could see it in them. They were growers. I
rose to greet them and passed them the pipe.
We were close friends by the time the bus arrived. It was half an hour late. I left them with the rest of our stash except for a couple of
pounds to bribe officials and the such with. Before we left, I asked Karp
if he could arrange to introduce me to someone who deals in heavy weapons,
AKs, maybe some rocket propelled grenades, C4. He didn't appear surprised
at all that I would ask him for this information. He told me the ex-
K.G.B. men who broke up our exchanges the last time were the men to talk
to. I figured that was what he was going to tell me. I used the phone
before we left and talked to our contact in St. Pete. We were getting
close.
*****
Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski was confering with his team. Stephan had worked out very well up here, gathering a small team of well diciplined
men. They had not come close to finding the guy who grew the weed but
that Karp guy never seemed to run out. He was selling it by the half
kilo. It took them three days to corner him. Of course they bought weed
from him. He was the key. Everyone who sold it, bought it from Karp.
Well, there was the rumor of another guy but no one had seen him for
weeks, an older guy with long hair. That's who Elija was interested in.
They were meeting Karp this afternoon. He promised them kilos if they
wanted it. Stephan's people wanted it but Elija wanted the grower more.
The guy who was providing it. He was up here some where. They were close
at the bus station but that was days ago. They also tried to follow this
Karp guy but he shook them in the commercial center. That's okay, they'd
meet him soon.
Just this morning, Elija heard reports of some very exciting porno
videos and some of this same weed being offered in St. Pete. His people
were trying to procure the videos to copy them.....
.....He'd had another young one last night. She was delightful. Small mounds for breasts, undeveloped nipples and hairless. She tasted
wonderful and he ate her until she was well into multiple orgasms. The
weed seemed to make her horny. He was always horny. She was tight, very
tight and screamed when he forced it into her. It drove him wild. He
rutted in her for hours. At the end she was just whimpering, a broken
doll.....
.....Stephan's men were breaking up to cover the meeting with Karp. Elija and Stephan waited a while before taking one of the black limos to the bar where the meeting was to take place.
Approaching the bar his men signaled that Karp was already there. It
was a busy time of the day. There was a good crowd. Elija went to the
bar while Stephan went to sit and talk with Karp. Stephan was exchanging
money for a bag that Elija was sure was full of weed. He walked over to
the table and sat.
"Do you know who I am ?" He asked Karp. The man's eyes were wide but
not with fear. He must not know who Elija was. Very possible out here.
The man shook his head.
"I am Elija Kruschefski. I was with state security before the fall. I could help you out here, Karp. You have made a lot of money selling this
farmer's weed. I'd like to meet him."
Willy had predicted this would happen and Karp was ready with an answer. "The farmer wants to meet you, too. He would like to buy weapons and Stephan told me you sometimes sell weapons. Is this true ?" Karp waited for an answer.
This was escalating much faster than Elija and Stephan imagined. Weapons !? Well, of course a marijuana dealer would want to be well armed. He works in a very difficult business. Karp told them exactly what Willy
Tamarack asked him to tell them. Willy Tamarack had made him a lot of
money. They set the time and the place. Elija was excited about meeting
the man with so much marijuana. The man, Karp, left the bar. Stephan and
his men had another round of vodka. So did Elija.
*****
Dmitry was not at the house in the forest when we got back. I lit a fire, the girls cooked some dinner and we smoked a lot of weed. We were close to completing our mission here. The man we wanted was getting interested in us. That was the goal. Lure mister big out into the open and then let the authorities take him out. Our patrons, the C.I.A., wanted to grill him about errant Russian nukes. Once we got him into the open, we were done.
It was early evening the following day before Dmitry appeared with two
lovely, young ladies. They were sisters. A fifteen year old and a
thirteen year old. I had a boner as soon as I saw them. Both with light
brown hair and slight figures, modest breasts with thin waists and nice
butts. We smoked more weed and finally all got naked after we were stoned
beyond reproach.
For two days we filmed more video. There was little we didn't do with
the young ladies. The thirteen year old loved to take it up the butt and,
being the butt man I am, I was in it for hours at a time. Her older
sister liked blow jobs and we did a lot of those too ! We managed to accomplish some more editing and finished up a couple of more videos. Dmitry left after midnight one night and I slept 'till noon the following day.
Erin and Carol were sun bathing in the nude, out by the side of the
house. I was viewing more video and organizing my hard drives for the
trip west. Dmitry was running when he exited the forest. He only stopped
when he saw the naked ladies. I heard them talking and joined them at the
side of the house. Dmitry was talking.
"I was unable to get more girls. Organized crime is looking for the
people who are making such good porno. I didn't want to danger the girls.
These are bad people." Dmitry laughed. "Lots of people think it is me.
And the authorities are interested in who is selling such good weed in St.
Pete." Dmitry continued laughing.
We joined him. Probably time to do a little planning; after all Dmitry said these were bad people. The C.I.A. told us the same thing. Time to get serious about dive toss. The four of us went back inside. A lot of pot smoking and depravity ensued but that was about all.
CHAPTER SIX
Stephan was waiting for Elija to arrive. They were meeting in an office building about three kilometers from the meeting place. There had been no sign of the grower or the women who were always with him. All his men were deployed. They would get lots of advance notice. The phone rang.
Stephan answered it on the second ring. He listened for a couple of
moments before grunting a reply. Several moments later he asked a
question. He hung up after getting an answer.
"Still no sight of the grower but Karp has arrived. There is also some activity with the security forces. Several groups of uniformed men have been spotted in town. Our informant with the security forces doesn't seem to be able to get any information on these groups. He thinks coincidence."
Elija thought about this for a moment. The security forces were always intrested in his activities. He spent lots of effort to remain behind the scenes. Few knew his real business. That this pot grower shows up asking for arms was somewhat disturbing. But his greed for more and more money washed over his suspicion.
"Tell your men to keep a good look out. I, too, think coincidence."
His informants were much more highly placed than Stephan's and Elija
hadn't heard a word. Greed won out ! They left for the meeting with the
pot grower.
*****
Dmitry backed the car into the one car garage and shut off the engine.
We confered for the last time. It was just past noon. Erin, Carol and I
were dressed as peasants. In two blocks we had separated, taking
different routes to the meeting place. We wouldn't meet again until we
were inside the resturant/bar.
I had the longer route and kept up a good pace until I entered the
eastern part of the city. The sidewalks were crowded when I entered the
street. The resturant was down the way a bit. I went right in. The
place was hardly crowded. Karp was at the bar, drinking with about four
or five people. I couldn't see the girls but was sure they must be in the
head.
I sat in the back near the door to the kitchen. There were several
single men walking about on the street and I was sure they were watchers
or soliders. Made little difference here. We were in bad guy territory
and they would soon enter the bar.
Erin and Carol came out of the head and took a table over by the bar.
Both of their heads were covered with scarves. Several men walked quickly
by the windows and toward the door. The door came open and in they came,
spreading out around the room. There were four of them. Karp and his
friends turned to watch them. One of them entered the head. I kept my
head down and signaled to Erin. She got up and headed toward the bar.
Carol saw the next two, walking slowly up the sidewalk toward the
entrance. The older man was looking through the windows. He stared at
her for just a moment. She stood and started to move toward me, nodding
her head.
The bartender had left the bar, headed toward the door to the kitchen.
Erin took a last look in my direction. I nodded my head and she dropped
the flash bang just as Stephan and Elija walked through the door. Erin
moved toward the door to the kitchen. The flash bang went off just as I
stood and opened the door to the kitchen. The bartender went through
first followed closely by Erin. Carol backed through the door with her
weapon drawn.
The clientel of the establishment were diving for the floor, hiding
under tables or crawling for the entrance. I closed the door behind me
and locked it. I pulled a cutting table over and pushed it against the
door. I ran to catch up with the rest.
I caught them across the alley as we went through an abandon building
behind the bar. Another street and we spread out and started making our
way to the rendeavous. I could hear sirens behind me. I lowered my head
and pressed on.
*****
Elija was picking himself off the floor. He was leaning against the
bar. Stephan was on the floor right next to him. The sirens were loud
and cars were stopping out in front of the bar. Elija made his way toward
the kitchen door. He was half way to the door when they started pouring
through the front entrance, yelling for everyone to get down on the floor.
The door to the kitchen burst open and several uniforms moved into the
room. Elija stopped and slowly got to his hands and knees. There were
twenty or more security personnel spreading out around the bar. Elija
curssed. It was going to cost him plenty to get out of this. He'd been
set up. It had to be with this many personnel involved. He was pissed
and wondered if anyone in his organization had blown the whistle. That
man would have a short life span.
*****
I observed the girls entering the garage about two blocks in front of me. I quickened my pace. Dimitry had the car running and we were off. Our costumes were crammed into paper bags and then thrown out the window of the car. It took us a couple of hours to make it to St. Pete.
Dimitry parked the car in a parking lot about six blocks from Pulkovo
Airport. We left him at the car. No time for long good-bys. Dimitry had
become a very rich man in just a month. He was a happy man as he strolled
away from his friend, Willy Tamarack.
It took us about an hour to walk to the gate. We had just our
backpacks, so it wasn't that bad. Our contact was parked across the
street in a Russian vehicle. We were walking three abreast. All of us
armed. Traveling light. He was out of the car and heading across the
street towards the gate. We continued toward the gate. This certainly
wasn't the international side as all of the planes within sight were
rather small, single engine stuff with some twins mixed in.
Our contact was talking with the man at the gate. A uniform type with a side arm. The gate was coming open. Our contact went through. The
uniform was waving us through. We didn't break stride and entered the
airport. Our contact was ten meters ahead of us and heading right toward
a light twin.
Erin elbowed me in the side. "They're going to make us fly out in that. Willy, darling, you even close to current ?"
Carol jumped on board. "No fucking around here. Can you do this ?"
"Relax girls, a couple of bowls and we'll be there. Have a little
faith." I wasn't totally on board with this idea but it was a secret way
out of the country. Plus the guy had the charts and even an owners
manual. I could do this.
He was debriefing the girls while I looked up some of the numbers I
might like to know in the coming hours. I climbed up into the cockpit and
identified almost all the knobs and switches. There was a briefcase in
the right seat and I found it packed with lots of hundred dollar bills.
It was heavy. I threw it into the back and then turned on the battery.
The tanks were full. I moved the flight controls around and up and
down. Everything appeared to be A-Okay ! I got out of the plane and
walked over to the debrief.
Carol was still talking. "...get away ! How the fuck do you let him get away ? This was the guy. I could see it in his eyes when he walked by the windows. Yes, a bad mother fucker, but you had him on the ground with a gun to his head. How does he get away !!"
Our contact was just the messenger. I broke in. "Carol, keep quiet.
The poor fucking messenger is dead, already. Do you know where we are
supposed to land ?"
He shook his head back and forth while pulling an envelope out of his
coat pocket. I took it out of his hand. "Get aboard, ladies." Erin was
already walking to the plane. Carol followed. The envelope was full of
several sectional maps with course lines drawn on them, headings and
distance were clearly visible. I folded them and stuffed them back into
the envelope.
"Thanks for everything. We'll find our way from here." I said before
turning to go. He said it to my back.
"The Russians were pissed you three got away. You made some enemies
here."
I walked backwards for a moment but couldn't think of anything to say. I turned and strode to the plane. After finishing a short walk around I found Erin was sitting in the co-pilot seat, Carol was in the back. I turned on the battery, checked that the left prop was clear and pushed the starter. The engine came to life immediately. Good battery. I had it idling and hit number one. We were rolling minutes later.
The tower expected us and even gave us some kind of clearance that I didn't even write down. I pushed the throttles to the wall and watched
the airspeed climb off the peg. We were flying at a hundred and twenty,
gear up and turning out of traffic. We were over water shortly and I
dropped down to about two hundred feet.
"Erin, open this shit up and put them together. That's where we're
going." I held out the envelope. Erin had the contents on her lap in
just a second or two. Carol was leaning over from the rear.
"You don't even know where we're going !? You're a fucking moron,
Tamarack !" Carol was quite pissed. We were skimming along a couple of
hundred feet over the Gulf of Finland. Heading west at about two hundred
knots. I'd thinned out the mixture and was figuring fuel consumption.
Erin looked up from her map study. "Poland, fools. We're going to
Poland. Looks like a dark site. There's nothing on the chart near the
end point."
"I'd love to snuggle up with a couple of young polish girls. The ones
with lots of hairy pussy between their legs."
"You're perverted, Willy." Erin said as she continued to study the
charts in her lap.
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