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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF M+F+ FF blackmail cons anal oral)
Language: English
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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 !

   (MF M+F+ FF blackmail cons anal oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Prologue

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

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

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

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

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

   Challenging project for you.  Hope your trip was successful !

   "Who's `Snake' again ?"

   "Just an old friend."

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

   "Yea...Something like that."

   Chapter One

   Henderson, Nevada - Post September 2001

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Thought you wouldn't make it."

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

   "You should have called me."

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

   He laughed with her.  "You got ID ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Chapter Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The Philippines - 1985

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   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 !

   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.

   Chapter Ten

   Las Vegas, Nevada - Post September 2001

   Daniel Haefner stared at the store front.  The "back in five minutes"
sign was still taped to the door.  He saw her come in about eleven-fifteen.
It was coming on to eleven-forty five.  There he was.  Behind the counter.
He couldn't see the girl but knew there was no other way out.  There she
was.  He got out of the Toyota Corolla and headed for the appliance store.
He was dressed pretty dapper in a suit and tie.  He looked like a salesman.
That was the plan.

   The girl was coming to the door.  She had big titties.  They were
bouncing as she walked through the cars and across the parking lot.  He
wouldn't mind fucking her.  He'd followed her not only with his eyes but
turning his head around to really take a good look at her.  Like he was
interested.  And he was.  Melanie was a good match for that, just a little
older.

   The guy was watching him as he entered the store.  Daniel walked right
up to one of the display driers and hefted his briefcase to the top.  Kent
immediately knew he was a salesman and was just going to waste his time for
the next twenty or thirty minutes.

   "Kent Gilbert ?" The guy was at the counter holding out his hand.  He
knew his name !  Kent had never seen the guy before.  "Daniel Haefner, sir.
Got your name from Mike Minter who is acquainted with your wife through her
employment.  She told Mike that this was the place to come if I wanted to
get some real good deals on appliances."

   The guy was turning back to his briefcase.  He came back to the counter
with a handful of papers and dropped them on the counter.  Kent turned them
around and began to try to digest what was on the papers.  During a few
minutes of silence he read the list of stuff this guy wanted.  This was a
tremendous amount of product.  Over several million !  Fuck !  He was going
to be a rich man !

   Kent Gilbert looked up at Daniel Haefner and smiled from ear to ear.  "I
sure am glad you came into the store today.  And where would you like the
shipment delivered ?" The home office was going to go apeshit.

   When they started talking terms Kent knew that this was going to be much
more lucrative than just selling them.  He'd be selling at premium prices
and was going to get a huge kick back which would increase his margin by
almost fifteen percent.  Yes, a little risk was involved.  Millions of
dollars were going to be flowing back and forth through his business
checking account.

   Daniel said he would send by an accountant by to explain the nuts and
bolts so he could sound like he knew what he was doing.  In fact, this
Haefner guy told him to just hire the accountant to make the books look
reasonable.  "Don't worry about the taxman.  This guy will make it all
right with Uncle Sam."

   Kent was blown away.  The guy gave him an envelope with a thousand bucks
in it.  Cash !  "A little up front," he said.  Kent gave the guy his
account information without really thinking about it.  No one had ever
given him a thousand dollars cash.  The guy called someone on his cell
phone.  It bothered Kent that Daniel walked to the back of the store while
making the call.  Kent was getting cold feet.  Maybe he should call his
wife ?

   "Hey !  You like to party ?  How about your old lady ?"

   "Yea.  Sure." Kent was going to call his wife.

   "I'm taking a date down to Newport next weekend.  Mike Minter is going
to motor us around in one of the casino's boats, like we're big shots. 
He's got to pick up some people or something.  Make a whole weekend of it."
Daniel held up his hand and turned away from him.  He was back on the
phone.

   Kent couldn't believe what he was hearing.  His wife spends a weekend on
some guy's yacht, picking ponies, and the next Monday he gets the deal of
the century.  The deal that will make his retirement.  He was excited.  He
could hardly wait to tell her.  No.  Thank her.  Her new job was dynamite !
And party, yea, Colleen and Kent Gilbert could party.

   "Call your bank, man.  I just shoved in three batches of just under ten
grand a batch.  Shit, man !  Your cut, just today, is over seven hundred
bucks.  The money for the order will be in your account tomorrow.  You and
Colleen are going to be rich.  Think about getting into real estate here.
The valley is ripe for the picking.  Mike knows a lot of people in town
through his buddy, "Snake" Edwards.  We'll tell you what to buy and when to
sell.  It's like taking candy from a baby."

  
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   Kent was holding an ice cold glass about two thirds full with Jack
Daniels and ice.  The breeze was right in his face, the harbor gliding by
on both sides of the huge cabin cruiser that he was sailing on.  He
couldn't believe this.  Colleen was standing next to him.

   "Is this cool or what ?" She called out as she put her hand around his
arm.  He put his arm around her shoulder.

   "Yea.  This is definitely cool.  Are you okay with Gina staying by
herself for the weekend?"

   Colleen didn't want to think or talk about her daughter.  She was away
from home.  Yes, Kent was here with her but she was pretty sure that when
he got a little loaded he'd make a play for Melanie.  She was a darling
young lady.  In her early thirties, stacked like a show girl.  But a short,
little thing.  The bleached blonde hair was a little much but it turned
heads.  That and the tits.  Colleen looked back at the bridge and waved up
at Mike.  That girl, Jill Olson, was standing with him.

   "Well ?  You got us the deal.  Do you trust these guys ?  They're not
going to screw us, are they ?"

   "I don't see how.  The first week you made close to fifteen hundred and
that's not counting the grand in cash.  A week ago we were worried about
the store and today we're raking it in." Colleen was still looking back at
the bridge.

   They'd dropped the other party off on some island earlier and were off
for the weekend.  They were almost out of the harbor and into the open sea.
It looked rough with white caps.  The wind picked up and Colleen could feel
the power increase as they neared the end of the jetty.

   They made their way back to the bridge.  Mike and Jill were there with
Daniel and Melanie.  Kent went right to the bar and it was only eleven in
the morning.  He was working on number three before lunch.  The cabin
cruiser was huge.  Would sleep about twenty comfortably, Mike said. 
Melanie started smoking the marijuana.  It was a big hand rolled joint
about the size of a cigar.

   Her husband took a drag off the joint every time it was offered. 
Colleen was sure that he was going to make an ass out of himself.  She
really didn't want that to happen.  These people were directing large sums
of money to them.  She didn't want her husband to come off as somebody who
couldn't be trusted.

   But to be honest she was just as interested in seeing if she could get
Mike alone.  Her husband hadn't touched her all week.  She was sure he was
fucking that bimbo every day at the store but couldn't bring herself to go
check it out.  Or put a stop to it.  Now, it looked as though the tall
skinny chick was going to put a crimp in all her plans.  Mike had hardly
paid attention to her and when he did was very polite.  A gentleman, for
sure.  Kent liked him and really liked Daniel Haefner, the man who brought
them riches.

   "Snake Edwards" drifted through the air.  She thought it was Daniel who
mentioned him.  Something about meeting him.  Some shin dig next weekend.
For a moment Colleen worried about how they would pay for the help at the
store and then laughed out loud.  When the joint came around again Colleen
took a big hit.  Her husband didn't even notice.  She glanced over at the
skinny girl.  She looked sexy as hell, long legs that ended at her neck. 
Hardly any breasts or ass but very good looking with very pointed nipples.
She'd never seen the girl without erect nipples.  Which of them was better
floated through her mind ?  Her nipples were hard and Mike noticed.  He was
smiling at her.  Her husband was locked on to the bleached blonde with the
big tits.

  
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   Jake Morrison had just arrived home from the paint store.  He was the
"clean up" guy.  The "go for" guy.  Lunch, mail, samples.  Every type of
errand imaginable.  He didn't like it much but had to admit that most of
his friends were working in fast food joints and that sucked.  Plus he
supplemented his hourly wage by moving a little pot now and again.  He knew
someone who might be able to get him a steady amount to distribute.  Then
he could quit his job and just distribute marijuana.

   Up in his room, he kicked off his work shoes.  He was up in his closet,
getting the dope out of the attic.  He and another guy rode shotgun last
weekend on a consignment from Southern California.  A big consignment. 
Over a hundred pounds.  His cut was a pound.  Retail it would bring in a
little over seven grand.  Jake knew he'd smoke a bit himself but he'd still
have a good large stash of cash to spend until the next trip to Cali.  He
opened the box that contained his scale and baggies and weed.

   His room was stuffed full of the latest electronic gizmos.  Two
different game players, an expensive stereo, a thirty-two inch flat screen.
The computer was top of the line and Jake had a small farm of older servers
set up in his closet, three in all.

   His parents hadn't been in his room since he was fifteen or so.  One
afternoon his mother walked in while he was fucking the shit out of some
fourteen year old who lived down the street.  Mom was supposed to be
shopping.  His dad had a talk with him about it that night.  He really
never told Jake not to do it again.  So Jake never stopped bringing girls
to his room and fucking their brains out.

   He looked out into his neighbor's yard.  The girl was talking on the
phone again.  The bitch was always talking on the phone.  Gina Colgate was
her name.  He had it written down here some where.  He dropped his jeans to
the floor and fondled his jockey covered cock as he watched her talk on the
phone.  She had her bikini on as usual and was getting quite a tan.  Jake's
cock was nice and firm.  He dropped his underwear to the floor and kicked
them along with the jeans aside.  He reached for the jeans, his cock
swaying around; stepped back into the legs and pulled then up.

   He went to the window.  She owed him sixty bucks.  He'd take it in
trade. Free dope if she puts out regularly.  He'd tried that a couple of
times before and it was always cool.  Some of the most uptight girls at
school would be just animals for a baggie of good bud.  And Jake always had
the good shit !

   Chapter Eleven

   Jake opened the window and called down to her.  "Okay if I come over ?
Your parents home ?" She was shaking her head back and forth and motioning
for him to come on over.  Jake felt his boner jump in his jeans.  He shoved
a couple of baggies of weed into his jean's pocket and made a "B" line for
the stairs.  He was out on the side walk and looking around, absorbing his
surroundings.  Everything was quiet for a Friday night.  And if this didn't
work out he knew where there was this party.

   Gina met him at the front door.  He was really scoping out her tits.  It
turned her on.  Kent hardly talked with her all week.  But then her mother
was home all the time.  Now they go away for the weekend together.  And all
week they are in really good moods.  Gina wondered almost every night if
Kent was giving it to her mother like he gave it to her last weekend.  He
fucked her six times from Friday night through Sunday morning.  She was
sore Monday morning.  She had never been sore before.

   Gina led Jake through the house.  "So where are your parents ?"

   "Sailing some where ?" Jake almost laughed.  She was really stoned.

   "Who were you on the phone with ?"

   "A friend from back in Georgia.  She might get to come out here and stay
for a while this summer." Jake wondered if her friend looked anything like
her ?  He flexed his woody.  It was a long way from being a hardon.  He sat
on the lounge chair.  The baggie, with maybe a gram in it, and pipe were
lying on the table top.  She was fiddling with them, trying to pack the
pipe with weed.  Jake tossed a full eighth of an ounce on to the table top.

   "Ohhhh !  Cool !" She quickly packed the pipe with the new weed and got
it going.  Jake took a long hit as he squinted at her.  She was holding her
breath and her tits looked huge, big softballs of breast meat.  His boner
was coming back.  He exhaled.

   "You got the money ?  It'll be one twenty." She was taking another hit
and nodding her head up and down.  He watched her run across the pool
decking on the way to the house, her butt cheeks rubbing together.  Much
nicer butt than her mother.  Jake grabbed his cock and gave it a good
squeeze.  No sense in staying out here in the heat.

   Jake grabbed the weed and pipe.  He was into the kitchen and started
packing another bowl full.  His cock felt strong.  He could hear her
running down the hall.

   "I'm in here, Gina." She was breathless when she finally reached the
kitchen, her breasts heaving up and down.  He wanted to yank her top off.
She put a wad of twenties on the counter top.  He reached down and grabbed
his boner.  She was taking a hit and didn't seem to notice.  Jake flexed
and felt real strong.  Her tits were still going up and down.

   Gina noticed his attention.  She was down to less than fifty bucks. 
Here she thought she'd be rolling in cash.  He was hardly looking at her
face.  He spent most of his time staring at her tits.  Maybe she could get
the weed for free ?  She was horny.  When wasn't she ?  She took another
hit off the pipe and passed it to him.

   "Weed is really expensive out here." She started but then couldn't think
of much more to say.  He was still staring at her tits.  "How was
California ?" She was so fucking stoned.  She had to buy some vodka to
replenish her mother's supply.  The dope.  Gina was almost broke and her
"sugar daddy" was out with her mother.

   "California is always cool." Jake explained.  He glanced at her face a
few times as he talked but mostly concentrated on her tits.  His woody was
getting stronger.  "Parents out for the weekend ?  Or just tonight ?" Maybe
he could invite some friends over later ?

   "The weekend for sure.  My mom's work is kind of flexible." She stopped.
She had no idea what her mother did.  He came around the counter.  His cock
was making a tent in his jeans.  She glanced down at it.  He felt
confident. Like that time at the gym with her mother.  His "T" shirt was
covering it but you could tell he had a boner in his jeans.

   "I've got some other friends that I kind of take care of.  At a real
good discount." Jake stated.  "If you know what I mean." He was looking
into her face.  He wasn't sure she could comprehend anything much less the
fact that he was trying to talk her into fucking him for free weed.  And
right next door.  His cock was nice and ready to go.

   Jake reached out and gave her right breast a good squeeze.  She just
looked up at him.  He smiled at her.  His hand was already groping her
tits. Now it was inside her top.  Her nipples were hard.  He was pinching
them.  She reached for his cock.  It was hard.  Hardly in the same league
as her mother's husband.  Jake was an inch or more shorter and no where
near as fat.  She found the button to his jeans and flipped it open with
one hand.

   Jake leaned back against the counter.  The girl was going for his cock.
He was sure she'd suck his cock.  His zipper was coming down.  Gina
remembered how Kent reacted when she met him at the door in some of her
mother's naughty underwear.  She grabbed for his dick, right at the door
and had his cock out before they made it to the couch.

   Jake's cock was nice.  A regular penis.  She was turned on looking at
it, her hand pulling on it.  Her top was falling to the floor.  His mouth
was on her, sucking her right nipple, his hand reaching for the crotch of
her bathing suit.  She still had a good grip on his cock.  His jeans were
still around his thighs.  He was yanking his "T" shirt off over his head.
She was dragging his jeans down.  She felt juicy.  His cock was hard.  She
stroked it.

   Jake was trying to kick his running shoes off.  He finally kicked them
and his jeans over into a corner of the kitchen.  He was naked, his cock
bouncing around in his groin.  His chest was almost hairless.  His crotch
with just patch of brown pubes above his jutting cock.  His balls were
almost hairless.

   Jake reached for her hips and pushed her bottoms down over her butt.  A
triangle of brown curls appeared at her groin.  He was yanking her bottoms
down her legs.  He'd fuck her standing up.  She was stroking his cock.  He
reached for her naked loins.  Her pubic hair was wet, his finger slid right
into her pussy.  She groaned and squeezed his cock.  He was thinking of
giving her the other eighth too.  God !  She was hot !

   Gina stepped out of her bottoms and now she was naked.  She kept her
hand around his cock and walked backwards into the front room on the way to
her room and it's double bed.  Jake followed.  His hand groping her wet
pussy as they made their way to her bedroom.  She backed right up to the
bed and sat.  Her hand was still wrapped around his cock.  Now her face was
almost on the same level as his cock.

   Gina knew he'd probably blow his load if she sucked his cock.  Her head
was grabbed by the ears and then his boner was rubbing against her face. 
His dick head was against her lips.  It was gooie.  She knew he'd blow it
in her mouth.  She opened.

   "Aaaaagghhh !" It lasted only a few counts.  He was arching his back,
forcing his cock deep into her mouth.  Her lips couldn't reach the base and
she was about to choke.  She dragged her lips along his cock on the way
off. He started fucking her face a few moments later and only stopped when
he coated her tonsils with several spurts of warm semen.  His cock was
starting to shrink.  She was still sucking the head, coaxing the cum out of
his dick.  It was sensitive.  He pushed her away.

  
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   It was dark.  Dinner was steak and potatoes.  Kent's favorite.  Nothing
to it.  All done on some super grill.  By then everyone was smashed except
Mike.  Shit !  He had to navigate and dock or whatever.  They were moored
about a quarter mile off some little cove with a white sand beach on the
western side of Catalina island.  The beach was just large enough for
sunbathing at low tide.  It was very picturesque.  Mike was smoking weed up
on the bridge.

   Colleen was looking for Kent.  The fucking boat was so big.  She was
sure he was off with Melanie and her big tits.  And if that was the case
she would definitely try to pry Mike away from the skinny girl.  And here
he was alone.  She wondered for just an instant where the skinny girl was ?
Mike was just wearing shorts and so different from her husband.  So in
shape.  Her husband was getting fat with a big belly that hung down over
just about anything he wore with a belt.  Mike was so active.  Kent was a
slob at home never leaving the big screen when he wasn't at the store. 
They never went out.  And now she was sure he was in one of the state rooms
fucking the shit out of a thirty-something bimbo with big tits.

   "I told you last week I wanted to be able to spend time with you." They
were alone.  It was totally dark.  Again she wondered where the tall,
skinny bitch was ?  She was probably with Daniel.

   "Thanks for arranging for the business.  The recommendation.  You've
turned our lives around.  Have you known Daniel long ?"

   Mike looked over at her.  "Yea.  For quite a few years." He looked off
into the darkness.  There were a few scattered lights on the island.  He
could hear the waves crashing on the shore.  He pulled her to him.  "I
introduced him to `Snake.'" He turned her face and kissed her.

   She broke the kiss.  "Do you know where my husband is ?" Not that she
wanted to find him.  She just didn't want him to walk in on them.

   "Sure do." He kissed her again then started pulling her towards the
stairs and into the bowels of the Cabin Cruiser "Seven-Eleven." Owned by a
consortium from 'Vegas and used to host the real big spenders.  He was
checked out as an honest to god captain on several size craft.  All because
"Snake" remembered him from the Philippines.

   After Mike left Korea it was back to the states for him.  A replacement
training unit, training students.  Never enough stick time and then two and
a half years later they wanted to send him off to some staff job at a
numbered air force.  He separated a year later, never worrying about what
the fuck he would do to support himself ?

   He remembered the phone call back in South Carolina, Shaw Air Force
Base. "Captain Minter.  I represent "Snake" Edwards.  He'd like to fly you
to Las Vegas and discuss employment opportunities with you.  You'd be gone
for at least a couple of days.  Can you be packed and ready tomorrow
morning ?"

   He laughed.  That fucking "Snake" knew everything.  It hardly surprised
him that some guy was calling.  He wondered if "Snake" had changed any from
the Philippines.  That was honestly the last time he saw him.

   The weekend in 'Vegas was a carbon copy of their adventures in the
Philippines; only the fuck toys were different.  All-American, grade "A"
meat in 'Vegas.  You were never quite sure in the P.I.  Well, they usually
weren't All-American !

   Chapter Twelve

   Colleen was lost.  Mike had her by the waist and was guiding her through
the ship.  She thought he was taking her to find Kent.  They stopped at a
cabin door.  These cabins were nothing like the accommodations on the
yacht, "Viper." Mike owned the yacht.  No one could afford this boat.  It
was like kings lived on this vessel.  The only light illuminating the room
was coming from the huge flat screen TV on the wall.

   Daniel and Jill were sitting against the opposite wall on the bed.  They
were both watching the big screen.  Colleen was drawn to the skinny girl.
Her bottoms were gone and she was fingering herself.  Colleen turned toward
the screen and froze.

   Her husband was humping the bleached blonde with the big tits.  His
white hairy ass driving his cock in and out of her.  The picture was from
above and behind.  There was sound too.  She could hear her husband
grunting and groaning just like he did when he was fucking her.  Melanie
had her legs up in the air above him, grabbing her ankles.

   "Come on, Kent.  That's it, baby.  Drive that dick.  Oooohhhh !  I'm
getting there.  Come on, Kent." Kent was full out fucking the shit out of
the woman with the big tits.  She couldn't talk as the assault on her cunt
accelerated.  Colleen knew the size of the dick that was being driven in
and out of Melanie.  At this pace Colleen would be cuming like crazy.  Her
husband had never fucked her like this.

   She looked over at the couple on the bed.  The skinny girl was sucking
on Daniel's cock, still fingering herself.  She was still wearing the
halter top and her nipples were very prominent.  Her crotch was covered
with black stubble maybe a quarter inch long.  Colleen could plainly see
the girl's cunt lips as she drove a finger in and out of herself.  She
could also see that Daniel had a very nice cock.  Nothing like Mike or even
her husband but a nice dick.  He was staring at her.

   He was really staring at her tits.  She looked back at the screen.  Her
husband was cuming.  It sounded like he was going to have a heart attack.
His ass was pounding his cock in and out of Melanie.  She was rolling her
head back and forth on the mattress.  He froze and she could see his ass
clenching and unclenching.  Clenching and unclenching.

   A moment later, her husband was rolling off the woman.  His dark pubic
hair was a mess of cum, gray streaks with matted bunches here and there. 
He was breathing very heavily.  Suddenly Mike was beside her.  His hand was
on her bare back right above her bikini bottoms.  She turned toward him. 
He was naked.  His boner poking out in front of him.  He slid his other
hand down the front of her bottoms right into her pubic hair.  He was
grinding his boner against her hip and thigh.  His other hand was down the
back of her bottoms, fingers creeping down the crack of her ass.

   She threw her head back.  Mike was devouring her shoulder and neck.  His
fingers were teasing her cunt and asshole.  His cock was like a big salami
rubbing against her side.  The skinny girl was now naked and riding Daniel.
Her nipples and areolae were hardly the size of a dime.  She was really
riding him, though, bucking her ass up and down on his dick.  Colleen had
already started to wiggle her hips around as Mike explored her crotch.  The
skinny bitch had a nice tight butt that hardly giggled a bit as she worked
herself on and off Daniel's cock.

   Colleen wanted Mike to fuck her.  She grabbed for his penis.  He pulled
it away from her.  She continued to try to capture it but he wouldn't allow
it.  Mike forced a finger up her cunt and ass at the same moment.

   "Ooooooohhhhhh..." It petered out to nothing.  Colleen stopped reaching
for his cock.  Her bottoms were down around her hips.  Mike yanked them to
the floor.

   "Get on your knees, honey.  I want to see if you give as good a blow job
as Jill does.  What do you think, Daniel.  Blow job contest ?"

   "I'm in."

   "Down on your knees, honey." He had his hands on her shoulders and was
pressuring her to the deck.  Her nipples were very visible in her bikini
top.  Mike seemed extremely big and fat tonight.  She could feel the other
two watching her.  "Come on.  What're you waiting for, honey ?  Gobble."
She could hardly believe she was doing this as she took about four inches
into her mouth.

   "Wow !  Momma can really suck cock." It was the skinny bitch.  Colleen
felt herself blush.  Her mouth was still full of cock and there was plenty
more.  Her lips started playing back and forth along Mike's fat prick.  His
tiny dick head poking into the back of her throat on every stroke.  He had
one hand on the back of her head, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.
The other hand was inside the top of her bikini, pinching her very
sensitive nipples.

   The skinny bitch was still fingering herself.  Daniel was stroking his
cock by himself.  Mike told her she ought to be with Daniel tonight.  She
liked Daniel.  More her age.  She'd decided to stay in Las Vegas after
meeting him.  She could finish school here if she wanted to.  But the money
these two guys were throwing around was insane.  And "Snake" !  That guy
was way loaded.  His place out at Lake Las Vegas, a mansion.  She was
beginning to like the diversity of men that her association with the
"Yachtsman" provided.  She didn't mind being a kept woman.  And the dope
these guys had access to.  Out of this world !

   The older woman was on her knees sucking Mike's cock.  This morning Jill
figured Colleen was frigid after seeing the way her husband zeroed in on
Melanie.  Now she thought that maybe Mike and her had been together before.
The woman definitely knew how to suck cock.  Mike was taking her top off.
She had nice tits.  Her nipples were erect.  Jill knew that Mike would want
her to help him with the older woman.  She dropped off the bed and crawled
over toward where Colleen was sucking on Mike's cock.  Jill took a hold of
her tits from behind.  The older woman tried to look behind her but Mike
wouldn't let her turn her head.  Her mouth was full of his cock.

   Colleen didn't know who was fondling her tits from behind ?  She was
afraid it was the skinny girl.  The guy she could handle.  Another woman.
She wasn't sure ?  She'd had several come on to her over the years but had
always preferred men.  And she'd had plenty of them over the years although
in the last twelve, none.  She'd been faithful until a short while ago and
was sure her husband had been also.  It had to be 'Vegas !?  This would
never happen back home in Georgia.

   As soon as Jill pulled Colleen's bottoms off her feet Jill's hands were
between her legs, in her hair.  There were fingers in her.  She was gooie
wet, the fingers sliding in and out effortlessly.  She was grinding her
hips with the fingers fucking in and out of her.

   Another set of hands were exploring her tits.  She could feel Daniel's
boner grinding against her side.  Daniel was standing.  Mike was pulling
his dick out of her mouth.  Daniel took a hold of her head and guided her
mouth to his cock.  There was little hesitation.  He was much smaller than
Mike but still a very nice cock.  The fingers were still fucking in and out
of her.  She was sure it was the skinny girl now and was very turned on. 
Her head was bobbing back and forth on Daniel's cock on it's own.  Daniel
was just standing there watching her lips move on and off his cock.

   They traded places again in a few minutes.  A little while after that
they started fucking her.  Each of them taking his time and driving her
insane.  Between the fuckings the dark haired, skinny girl would crawl
between her legs and devour Colleen's pussy while the boys fed her their
cocks.  They started cuming on her right away; with their first loads
arcing thick spurts of semen on to her face and tits.  Jill ate it all up.

   The "Yachtsman" sat back and watched Daniel fuck the shit out of Colleen
Gilbert.  "Snake" was going to really enjoy this woman.  She was an animal.
Her husband was even better.  He looked up at the TV and found Melanie down
on her knees between Kent's legs.  He was sporting a descent boner but then
Melanie could give a corpse a hardon.  Mike stroked his cock with some jell
and crawled over to Jill's up turned butt.  Her cunt was all there, pouty
lips covered with that short butch of hers.  Ready to be fucked.  He forced
his head into the skinny girl's cunt from behind.  He could hear her groan.
He'd been meaning to give her some cock before they went back to "Vegas and
"Snake" had her out to his place with that gang of his.  Well just his two
partners.  But they were almost always around.

   Jill's asshole was clearly visible between the cheeks of her almost
non-existent ass.  Surrounded by thicker growth than around her cunt, it
was curly and plentiful.  Mike wet his finger and pushed it into her ass.
Jill raised her head off the mattress and pushed back against him.  He had
his cock buried in her cunt and his finger buried in her anus.  He flexed.
She lowered her head and moaned.  Mike started fucking.  He was going to
take a while before he blew a load on Colleen's face but Jill was going to
love it.  He grabbed her hips and pushed further into her.

   The spank caught her by surprise and she tensed up.  Her cunt grabbed
the cock in it and gave it a good squeeze.  It was huge.  A big fat cock in
her tiny, tight cunt.  Another spank.  "Come on, Jill.  Fuck my cock,
honey." The third was the hardest and she started moving her ass back and
forth against the cock that was fucking in and out of her.  Daniel had just
cum and rolled off the older woman.  Mike was guiding her between the
woman's legs.  She knew what Mike wanted her to do and buried her face in
Colleen's snatch, reaming her tongue into her cum soaked pussy.

  
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   Colleen found the rest of the weekend unbelievable.  The following
morning they rolled out of the different rooms they slept in and
congregated in the galley with hot coffee and big cinnamon rolls.  Kent
started drinking immediately and was soon swimming naked with Melanie off
the side of the cabin cruiser.

   A naked Jill dove off the side and joined them.  It was then that
Colleen decided that this was all a set up.  Probably, planned from the
beginning.  And just when was that ?  She didn't meet any of these people
before getting their job offer.  The "hostess" thing.  Was this just a
group of people who liked to party naked ?  Kent was climbing out of the
water.  Mike was yelling that they had to cast off.

   Kent's cock was dangling back and forth as he dried off.  The bleached
blonde's tits were wangling back and forth as she dried her hair.  The
skinny one was drying her crotch and Colleen looked away.  It reminded her
of last night.  She wandered over to Kent.

   "Looks like you're having a great time ?"

   Kent looked over at his wife.  "Hey !  The guy has saved our asses.  I'm
just trying to make everyone happy." He laughed as he dried his cock and
balls.  "He told me his girl friend thought I was a cool old guy.  Just
trying to keep the business coming."

   "And what would you think if I kept Daniel happy all night ?  After all
he's the one giving us the business.  Not the big titted blonde." Kent
could tell she was pissed.

   "Well, I hope you left him happy !" Kent moved off toward the bar. 
Colleen stripped off her top immediately and remained topless the remainder
of the trip.  Well, until they entered Newport Harbor.  The "Yachtsman"
smiled.

   Chapter Thirteen

   Jake Morrison opened his cell phone.  It was a text message from the guy
who headed up the road trip to Newport Beach a couple of weekends ago.  It
was before noon.  Jake was at work and it would be five or six hours before
he could get to his computer...Unless...He went home for lunch.  The text
message consisted of one word - "Urgent."

   During his lunch hour, Jake drove home and downloaded his email.  Only
one was encoded.  Seconds later, after typing in his pass word, the message
became readable.
To: Jake
From: Larry
Need you to drop everything and make sure you're at Taco Bell around

seven-thirty tonight.  Very important.

   Jake was a little nervous when he drove back to work.  He'd never
received an "urgent" message from this guy.  He couldn't imagine what Larry
wanted to talk to him about.  Maybe, he got the approval for Jake to push a
little more weed ?  Why the "urgent" then ?  He was back at work in plenty
of time.  The rest of the afternoon dragged by, minute by minute.

   At six-thirty, Jake coasted into the parking lot about a hundred yards
east of Taco Bell.  He adjusted his seat back and began his observation. 
You could never be too careful.  Somebody might be turning you in to lessen
their sentence or punishment.  Traffic around the fast food joint appeared
totally normal.  He noticed Larry, with another guy in the car, drive into
the Taco Bell parking lot at seven-twenty.

   Jake got out of his car exactly eight minutes later and walked down to
the sidewalk before turning west to Taco Bell.  After entering, he got into
line and ordered a taco and a drink.  Larry and the other guy were sitting
in a large booth way over in the corner of the fast food joint.  Jake
wandered back and sat with them.

   The three of them ate in silence.  Jake had never seen the other guy
before so he felt a little on edge.  He was finished with his taco and just
sucking on the straw in his Pepsi.

   "Thanks for being on time, Jake.  This is Daniel.  He's interested in
your next door neighbor..."

   "Whoa, Larry." Daniel looked over at him.  "Can you give me a ride home,
Jake ?"

   Jake tried to calm himself.  For the life of him he couldn't figure out
the game being played here ?  And how did this guy know he had a car here ?
He could have walked.  Finally he answered.  "Sure.  I can give you a
ride." It just hit him.  This could be something special.  He looked over
at Larry.  "Thanks for the call, Larry."

   "That goes for me too, Larry.  Thanks for the call.  You mind taking
off." Daniel stated rather matter of factly.

   Larry gathered up his trash, got up and wandered out to the parking lot.
He kept repeating, "No problemo, Daniel." Daniel was finishing his bean
burrito.  Jake sucked on his Pepsi.  He watched Larry drive out of the
parking lot.  Daniel was drinking a diet Pepsi.

   "How far away did you park ?" The question took Jake by surprise. 
Daniel was looking right into his eyes.

   "Over by the oil change place.  Figured I'd do a little observation
before the meet."

   "Smart men always plan ahead.  I like that, Jake.  Can we get going now
?" Daniel Haefner was sliding out of the booth.  Jake followed suite.  They
wandered out of Taco Bell and through the parking lot until they came to
Jake's car.  Daniel looked around.

   "I think I would have parked over there." He was pointing across the
street.

   "I thought of that but sometimes it's very difficult to walk cross
Sunset, especially without drawing a lot of attention.  There are two exits
on this side." Jake pointed to them and then slid into the driver's seat of
his mom's Camry.  "Plus the car's not mine and I could walk and pick it up
some other time."

   Daniel slid into the passenger seat.  "Before we get going.  Are you
carrying ?" Jake was spooked.  He grabbed the steering wheel and figured
the guy was going to kill him.  Why ?  Because he bragged about banging
some teenager who lived next door ?  The idea flashed through his mind but
didn't make any sense.

   "No, man.  I'm not into guns.  I'm a computer nerd.  Sorry if I pissed
you off.  Really no harm meant.  She was just this horny chick next door
who wanted her weed for free.  Next time, I'll charge her."

   Daniel roared with laughter.  In between gulps for air he called out,
"Drive, drive, drive !"

   The laughter continued and it wasn't until Jake turned south on Sunset
that he finally broke in with, "What's so fucking funny ?"

   Daniel stopped laughing.  "Hey !  I'm not carrying either, Jake.  I've
got a license but I never just walk around with it.  Sometimes guys who
sell a little weed, well sometimes they carry weapons.  I wanted to know.
Everything is cool.  There's no trouble here." Jake visibly relaxed behind
the wheel.

   Daniel pointed.  "Get on the freeway.  Let's go out to Henderson and
work our way back to Green Valley Parkway.  Got that ?" Jake nodded.  "So,
I'm here because someone I work for; a guy by the name of `Snake.' Well,
he's about to begin a business relationship with the parents of the bimbo
you balled the other day.  `Snake' likes to keep tabs on his interests. 
The fact that you live right behind them and have distributed a little of
our weed and that Larry vouches for you.  By the way, he's usually a little
more together than tonight.  He got quite a bonus for introducing us."

   Jake looked over at Daniel.  Daniel was looking straight ahead.  No
emotion was evident on his face but Jake was sure that he'd struck it rich
the other day when he blurted out to Larry that he was fucking the girl
next door and would love to do her mother, too !

   "What can you tell me about her ?  Cute ?  Nice body ?  She smokes weed,
right ?" Daniel started the debrief.

   "Yea.  She smokes weed alright.  About an eighth a week.  She doesn't do
any work, that I know of.  Just lays out by the pool everyday.  Pretty
cute. Nice body." Jake paused.  "And she fucks like a porn star." He looked
over at Daniel.



   Daniel stared back at him.  "You aren't bullshitting me about this; are
you, Jake ?" Jake looked back forward, concentrating on the traffic.

   "Well, okay.  I've never fucked a porn star, but I wasn't the first or
second guy with this bimbo.  She was pretty stoned but was grabbing for my
cock as soon as I started playing with her tits.  And she has nice tits."

  
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   Eddie "Snake" Edwards was scrolling through the names.  There were only
a hundred or so but they were much further along than he imagined fifteen
years ago.  There she is.  Taylor Pine.  A nasty little bitch if there ever
was one.  Fucked over a hundred guys and she's only nineteen.  And such a
nice tight little butt.  He needed another party girl.  Cyndi Forest. 
Another good candidate.  Not quite as experienced as Taylor but an
outstanding piece of ass with huge titties.

   Carlos and Casey would love them.  But they're really going to go ape
shit over gangbanging Ms.  Gilbert.  Colleen Gilbert.  That "Yachtsman" was
a miracle worker.  It wasn't three or four weeks ago that he got back from
British Columbia and he's already got this woman and her husband moving
cash.  The woman was highly sexed if last weekend's video was any guide. 
And the husband, Kent, was a letch.  They had him dead to rights with this
nineteen year old at his store.  And then there's the weekend he stayed
home while his old lady was out of town fucking the "Yachtsman."

   "Snake" was sure Kent fucked his wife's daughter that particular
weekend. The fuck couldn't get enough pussy last weekend.  He fucked both
Melanie and Jill, that friend of the "Yachtsman," repeatedly.  An
overweight, hairy jerk-off but he had a big, fat dick.  "Snake" reached for
the intercom button.

   "Carlos.  You ready to go ?  Have the car sent around.  And check the
exit."

   Carlos Santiago snapped up right.  He'd been napping on the couch in the
outer office.  He much preferred his time at the lake.  Lake Las Vegas. 
Carlos hated the hotels and casinos but realized that was how he made his
living; by providing for a select few "high rollers," "big spenders," or
well known politicians or entertainers.  It didn't matter who.  But usually
only those who had access to vast amounts of money were able to secure his
services.

   He walked to the desk across the room and mashed down the intercom
button.  "Right away, `Snake.'"

   Carlos moved to the computer room.  "Time to pack up, Casey.  `Snake' is
hot to trot."

   Casey Swartz knew that "Snake" would be at least thirty minutes.  It was
usually the same every other day of the week.  Casey wondered if they were
becoming too predictable ?  He'd have to bring it up at the next staff
meeting.

   "Carlos, this software.  The shit that `Yachtsman' wrote for the servers
is too fucking confusing and fucked up to work worth a shit.  It's a great
idea but some of the constructs are next to non-existent.  It's going to
take a week to un-fuck."

   "Well, do it at the lake.  This place sucks." Casey knew that Carlos was
the one who was hot to trot.  He was fucking close to a half a dozen
middle-aged women who lived out at the lake.  Casey was the one who wired
the room Carlos used most of the time.  He wished he could entice a quarter
of what Carlos did but he couldn't.  His small stature and thick glasses
just about ruled out Casey scoring much pussy but then he didn't have too.
He hung out with a group of guys who excelled at picking up pussy and there
was always enough to go around.

   "Sure, Carlos.  I'll escort, if you scout."

   Carlos was already out the door and heading for the elevator.  Casey
went back to the "Yachtsman's" program.  It was twenty minutes before
"Snake" came out of his office and entered the computer room.  Casey was
just shutting down the link to the satellite.

   "How's that shit `Yachtsman's' working on, Casey ?"

   "Not worth a shit now but it does have some merit.  It's going to be a
big job."

   "Well you should have the time as business is off fifty percent from
last year." "Snake" complained.

   "Don't worry.  Not a problem.  The place didn't fold did it ?" Casey
considered 9/11 an abnormality.  It was never going to happen again and if
it did the place would bounce back again.  Las Vegas would always come out
on top.  The house always won !

   "Snake" always worried.  Land.  It was big money.  But it was not very
negotiable.  You had to sell at the right time to the right LLC, who had
the right connections and the right zoning.  And sometimes you got fucked.
But that happened very, very rarely.  If you waited long enough, property
always made you money.

   Carlos was sitting in the idling rental, a four door something.  It was
American made.  I should probably say Detroit made.  Big and black with
tinted windows.  "Snake" followed by Casey slid into the back seat and the
vehicle moved away from the sidewalk.  The three friends who entered their
freshman year at Las Vegas' premiere Catholic school in the class of 1978
were on their way to their retreat at Lake Las Vegas.

   Chapter Fourteen

   "Snake" Edwards looked out over the crowd.  It was larger than he had
calculated earlier.  He was standing in the room he was using as an office
for this afternoon's raffle.  He couldn't remember what the raffle was for
but it was being run by the "Church" and was crowded with all the right
people.  The community was just growing too fast.  He could see Carlos over
by the bar.  Casey was with him.  So were the girls, Taylor Pine and Cyndi
Forest.  He looked for her in the crowd.  The "Yachtsman" promised she'd be
here.  Was definitely going to ask "Snake" for her job back.  "Snake"
flexed his cock and imagined the woman on her knees sucking his prick. 
Better yet, her daughter.  Even better than that, both of them at the same
time fighting over his cock.

   "Snake" was looking down at some California transplant, wearing a
Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals.  The guy was looking up at him.  His
wife was ten years his junior, blonde with large breasts and great
cleavage, wearing a short shift and sandals.  "Snake" was imagining his cum
splattering all over her tits, dribbling down over her nipples.  He'd love
to have hubby watch.  Fucking someone else's woman was always the best.

   "Snake" stared the guy down.  That's right, asshole !  I'm your worst
nightmare...I'm the guy next door who's plotting to fuck your wife ?  Your
daughter ?  Your sister ?  Your mother ?  Hopefully all of them and there's
not a fucking thing you can do about it.....

   I'm a co-worker, fucking your wife in the changing room at the company
swim party...While you were out discussing the latest company policies with
your boss.  She was trying to kneel on the little bench in the stall.  Her
bottoms were down around mid-thigh.  Her butt looked so white and plump. 
Let me tell you buddy, my cock felt great plowing in and out of her cunt
from behind.  Her buns would clench up every time I thrust my cock deep
into her belly.  We were both about ready to cum.  Her finger nails were
digging into the wall when the first spurt rocketed out of the head of my
dick.  She was whimpering and I knew she'd want more...Probably every
afternoon for a couple of weeks.....

   I'm the young kid down the block who taught your daughter how to smoke
her first marijuana cigarette.  Later, I taught her how to suck cock.  She
was a quick learner.  I was sure she'd want more.  I'd already fucked her.
Watched her bounce up and down on the pole I had buried in her belly.  Her
small titties tight on her chest, the little nipples erect.  Her fur
covered loins spread open to allow my cock to poke up into her womb.  She
was sweating and panting like an animal.  Her orgasm overpowered her and
she ended up a heap on the mattress.  I crawled over and coupled with her
again.  She was panting in seconds, her face contorted in lust.....

   I'm that friend of the family who was with your mother when you caught
us in the spare bedroom.  Mommy was on her knees sucking my hard bone into
her mouth.  Mommy's robe was open, her heavy tits swaying as her head
bobbed in front of my crotch, her lips stretched around the girth of my
meat.  Her cheeks bulged out when my semen started filling her mouth.  She
looked like a chipmunk, her mouth full of my load.  I bet you beat your
meat that night until it was sore.  Mine was sore too but it was from
fucking your mother.....

   I'm the guy at the frat party who finds your sister passed out in one of
the upstairs bedrooms.  Her skirt has ridden up on her thighs and her
panties are a pretty pink and skimpy, too !  They're off in seconds and
she's none the wiser.  I've got her legs spread and am lathering her hairy
twat with my saliva.  Her meat is fresh and pink.  My tongue brings her
alive and she tries to sit up.  Orgasm rushes through her body as I bat her
tiny clitoris about with my tongue.  She's on her back again, knees raised
and spread, whimpering and moaning as I fuck my tongue in and out of her
tight cunt.  She came again...And again, when I poked my cock deep into her
womb.  The following week she came back and partied with me and a couple of
the brothers.  Can you spell "choo-choo" ?

   I'm your daughter-in-law's boss.  Let me tell you, buddy...She looks
great bent over my desk with her skirt up around her waist or her slacks
down around her ankles.  She hardly ever wears panties anymore.  What's
your son say ?  Come on, buddy, tell me the truth.  You haven't thought of
sticking it to her !?  Well ?  I'll tell you, it's great !  She sucks cock
like a pro and says her husband is a weak dick...Hardly ever fucks her more
than once a day.  She was a beggar the first time...As soon as she saw my
cock.  Her cunt's like a tight warm tunnel of meat surrounding your bone.
You can actually feel her grip you if you stand still and stop fucking her
for a moment but that's hard to do with her begging you to give it to
her...Faster and harder !  She's due for a raise next month and I'm
thinking of taking her on a business trip with me to Phoenix.  Has your son
fucked her in the ass yet ?

   The California transplant moved on.  "Snake" laughed and turned away
from the window.  Colleen Gilbert and her family were in the crowd.  His
cock was more than alive in his slacks.  He turned off the laptop and
headed for the door.  The party was about to begin.

  
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   Colleen was instructing Kent how to behave.  Gina was tagging along
about five feet behind them.  Kent was very impressed that there was valet
parking.  It was a gated community with some huge lakes.  And the mansion
was huge.  Kent wanted to wander off as soon as they entered the grounds.
Colleen forbid it.

   "You're not leaving my side or Gina's side until I find this man and get
him to agree to give me my job back.  Then you can run off with whom ever
you want." Colleen figured she could take Gina home and then come back and
maybe find Mike.  She wasn't sure.  It depended on her interview.  Mike
said he'd put in a good word for her.

   Kent recognized several of the people drinking at the bar from their
pictures in the newspaper.  There were several local politicians and even a
couple from state government.  There were some important people here.  He'd
have to behave himself.  Nothing like last weekend.  He got a boner every
time he thought about it and Colleen hadn't said a word about his behavior
since Sunday morning on the boat.

   Kent got himself a "Jack" on the rocks.  He tipped the bartender a
dollar.  "A lot of VIPs here ?"

   The bartender answered very bluntly, "If you say so, sir." Kent thought
the guy was a prick and wandered off after getting his drink.  He noticed a
couple of hot looking teenagers talking with Gina.  God !  He hadn't fucked
her in two weeks.  He was getting so much pussy he couldn't believe it ! 
What about his wife, Colleen ?  He wondered if she was getting fucked
regularly ?  She seemed to enjoy doing the hostess thing with that Mike
guy. He was pretty sure that Mike had fucked her.  He also noticed the way
Daniel looked at his wife last weekend.  No surprise there.  Shit !  Kent
knew Daniel wanted to fuck his wife.  He wondered if he had already ?  Shit
!  His wife went topless in front of them all as they cruised back to the
harbor on Sunday.

   Colleen was looking for Mike now.  Kent wandered back to the bar. 
Colleen looked over at him and frowned.  Kent took a swig of his drink and
glanced over at the teenagers talking with his wife's daughter.  All of
them hot cunt, he was sure.  Shit !  He'd only called Kerri twice this
week. He wondered if she was fucking someone else ?

   "Boy !  Don't you wish you were twenty years younger ?" "Snake" Edwards
remarked as he took a swig of his "Jack" on the rocks.

   Kent turned to face him.  He'd never seen him before.  He looked back at
the teenagers.  "Yea.  One of them is my wife's daughter.  She is hot.  The
other two look even hotter.  Twenty years younger and I'd be over there in
the blink of an eye." Kent chuckled a little.

   "Well, I know the other two and I can guarantee they're smokin'."

  
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   Taylor Pine just observed the girl they were supposed to prep.  "Snake"
briefed them in person.  Her and Cyndi Forest.  She'd never met Cyndi
before yesterday.  God !  She's got huge tits.  So does this other girl,
Gina.  Well, not as big as Cyndi's but good size.  A little heavy but the
body wasn't bad from what she could see.

   Taylor had noticed "Snake" wander over to the bar a little while ago. 
He was talking with some man who was close to his own age.  She noticed
Gina was almost too eager to talk with them.  She knew almost everything
about her.  The girl couldn't keep her mouth shut.

   "...friend is going to visit some time next summer."

   Taylor broke in.  "Hey !  Let's go get a drink." Cyndi turned and headed
toward the bar.  Gina looked for her mother but she was gone.  Over by her
husband with some other man.  Gina followed Cyndi.  Taylor was smiling as
she followed.  This was going to be easy.  Taylor wondered if "Snake"
wanted to fuck her ?  She laughed.  Of course he did !

   The three teenagers were drinking margaritas.  A three piece band had
started playing.  "So what do you do all the time ?" It was Taylor.

   "Not much.  I don't know anyone so I hang out around my mother's pool
and smoke weed all day."

   "Oh !  Wow !  That sounds cool.  Do you like to party ?  Taylor and I
are going to this really cool party next weekend.  Maybe we can get you an
invite ?" Cyndi added.

   Taylor couldn't believe how easy this was going to be.  Time to get the
young thing to smoke a little reefer with them.  "Hey !  I've got some good
shit.  Let's find a room and get stoned."

   Cyndi blurted out, "Oh !  I know a room upstairs." Off the three of them
went.

   Chapter Fifteen

   Colleen noticed her husband talking with "Snake" Edwards over by the bar
and panicked.  She was sure he was blowing it for her.  Her rage was
boiling over by the time she inserted herself between the two of them.

   "Well, if it isn't the lovely Ms.  Gilbert.  Your wife I presume ?"

   Kent looked over at Colleen and saw the rage in her eyes.  If she'd been
here a moment earlier, she'd have heard them talking about the teenagers
her daughter was hanging out with.  He looked for them.  They had
disappeared.

   "`Snake' Edwards.  Colleen Gilbert, my wife of twelve years." Colleen
knew he'd had one too many "Jacks."

   "Mister Edwards, it's nice to meet you under more pleasant
circumstances. I've had such a good time with your friend, Mike Minter. 
And Daniel is adorable.  If he was a little younger, I'd try to set him up
with my daughter.  This is a lovely party.  Thank you so much for inviting
us."

   Kent was tired of this shit.  She was practically going down on the guy.
He backed up to the bar and ordered another "Jack" on the rocks.  There was
a lot of good looking pussy here.  He'd fuck a number of them.

   "Mister Edwards, Mike mentioned that he'd talked with you about my
desire to get my old job back.  I'll continue to hostess if that's what it
takes but I want to be working every day.  Not just when some high roller
blows into town."

   "Snake" was holding up his hand.  Colleen stopped talking.  He lowered
his hand.  "Yea, Mike talked with me about it.  Sorry.  It's filled.  And
with someone who is much more qualified for the job than you are.  Sorry."
He could tell she was about to say something.  He raised his hand again.

   Colleen was deflated.  She could feel the flush come to her skin.  She
wanted to say something.  Anything to get him to reconsider.  She was about
to protest.

   "Colleen, I have a much better position in mind for you.  I have put
myself in a position where my present personal staff needs to be enlarged.
You would be working with a select group of men who have been together
since we entered high school.  You set the hours and most of the
responsibilities.  Class of '78 if you're wondering ?"

   Colleen was dumb founded.  Here's the man who fired her less than a
month ago and now he was offering her a position with a select group of his
friends.  She looked for her husband.

   "He's alright.  And don't worry, I've got a friend of mine looking out
for him.  I can't afford to have my people making asses out of themselves
at this kind of function.  The church would kill me." "Snake" spotted
Carlos and knew that Kent would be close by.  "Well, what do you say ?" He
had taken her elbow and was guiding her away from the bar.

   "Just exactly what is it I'll be doing ?"

   "Coordinating a vast criminal enterprise.  If we're caught, we'll all
spend the rest of our lives behind bars.  But we won't get caught because
all of the people who are supposed to catch us are doing the same thing we
are !" "Snake" burst into laughter and put his arm around her waist.  They
were well away from the house and the crowd of the party.

   She was about to say something.  What, she never quite got out.  "Just
joking, Colleen.  You'll be coordinating a vast computer operation that
moves money around the world to maximize profits.  The enterprise also
provides services that are hard to obtain.  Things that very well off
clients don't want to be bothered with.  But that's a very small segment of
the operation.  It's mostly about money.  Moving money here and there. 
Like what we're doing with your store.  It's invisible money that needs to
get back into the system.  Money from dope deals, prostitution, tips on the
strip.  That shit can rake in a lot of interest not counting asset
appreciation.  That's big money if it's pooled together.  That's what we
do. That's what you'll be doing."

   He pulled her close.  She could smell his after shave.  She was the
class of '81.  He was forty-one.  Younger than her husband.  Dark hair just
starting to go gray.  A good five inches taller than she was.  Slim, like
Mike and in good shape.  That always excited her.  Easily as good looking
as Mike.  She wondered.  Where was Mike ?

   "Mike won't be here this afternoon.  He's at the beach, working on a
project for me.  He told me to relay his congratulations.  He's the one who
convinced me.  Daniel helped but it was really the `Yachtsman.' Well,
you're going to take it, aren't you ?"

   That sold her.  If Mike was behind this, it couldn't be a bad deal. 
"What's the salary ?"

   "Eighty `Gs' with a bonus of at least half of that.  In 'Vegas you'll be
millionaires.  We'll get some of your money into property.  This place is
about to blow wide open.  Five or six years and this place is going to
double overnight." He'd turned her toward him.  She couldn't see the crowd
behind him.

   Both of his hands were on her waist.  Three weeks ago this would have
repulsed her, freaked her out.  But today it was exciting.  "It will double
your business, too.  So tell me you're going to turn this down."

   "No, I'm not." He leaned down and kissed her right on the lips, his
tongue snaking into her mouth.  He pulled her close, his hands holding her
tightly.  The kiss lasted a while and she was eager to fence with his
tongue.  She knew the job would entail fucking her boss.  She wondered when
that would start ?  The kiss ended.

   "How about going with Casey.  He'll take you to the airport.  Our
helicopter will take you both to Lake Las Vegas.  Casey will escort you to
our hacienda.  I'll be there by sunset." He noticed her hesitation.  "Don't
worry.  Casey will take you by your place and let you pack a bag.  I'll
make sure Kent and Gina are taken care of.  We'll work late tonight with an
over view of the enterprise and then get some shut eye.  Working breakfast
and back home with your family by late afternoon."

   "Snake" stepped to her side and there he was.  All she noticed was the
dark glasses.  He was just her height, if that ?  Casey took her arm and
off they went.

  
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   "Snake" skipped up the stairs.  The girls were in one of the bedrooms,
watching MTV and smoking weed.  He knocked.  Taylor got up off the bed and
came to the door.  Cyndi and Gina were passing the joint between them. 
They were both very stoned.

   Taylor stepped aside when she saw "Snake" at the door.  He entered.  The
new girl was cute.  His cock jumped in his slacks.  He could imagine having
both of them suck him off.  His cock was very alive in his groin.  It would
be visible very soon.

   "Taylor, how about taking Cyndi and going down stairs.  Carlos will
arrange transportation to the hacienda.  You did a great job.  First class.
See you two tonight, baby."

   Both the girls, sitting on the bed, were staring at him.  He flexed. 
They both saw the movement.  Cyndi started laughing.  Gina just stared. 
They were really loaded.  Taylor came over and grabbed Cyndi by the arm. 
"We'll see you tonight, `Snake.'"

   The two teenagers meandered out of the bedroom.  Gina was alone with him
and real stoned.  The girls said something about this "Snake" guy wanting
to talk to her.  About what, she had no idea ?

   "Hey !  Gina, darling, I'm `Snake' Edwards.  You're much better looking
than what I'd been told.  Quite hot looking, honey." Gina wanted to stand.
"Snake" stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder.  She sat back down.
Her face was level with his crotch.

   "I'm going into business with your mother and her husband.  I like to
cover all the bases so to speak." He had his hand in his pocket and brought
out a roll of bills.  He began counting.  Gina noticed that they were
hundred dollar bills.  "I figured I might be able to call you every once
and a while to see if your mother and her husband are getting along ?" He
was holding out ten hundreds.

   Gina's mouth was dry.  "Snake" was smiling down at her.  She nodded her
head up and down.  "Snake" handed her the money and went across the room.
The closet had a small refrigerator in it.  He bent, took out a coke and
opened it as he crossed the room, back to the bed.  She was holding the
money, fanned out on her lap.

   "Here." Gina took the coke and gulped down a couple of swallows. 
"Snake" took the pipe off the night stand and sparked his lighter.  He took
a deep drag off the pipe.  She was taking another swallow of coke.  His
cock was strong in his slacks.  She was a bigger woman than her mother.  A
little shorter but with a little more padding just about every where.  Much
bigger tits, at least a cup size.  A little thick in the hips and thighs.
But the tits more than made up for it.  He was serious about fucking the
both of them together, having them fight over his cock.  Or maybe the two
of them, the center piece of a gangbang ?  His cock was solid meat, growing
down his thigh.

   He pulled the roll of bills out again.  He was standing very close to
her again.  Her shift had ridden up about mid-thigh.  She had short, light,
sun bleached hair on her thigh until about four inches above her knee.  He
flexed.  She saw it.  He was counting out more bills.  She was dividing her
attention between his cock and the bills.  The bills won out.

   Another ten hundreds.  Gina was out of her mind.  This guy was giving
her two grand.  Jesus !  She fucked her mother's husband for two hundred.
What would she do for this guy ?  Anything he wanted, she had decided that
a few minutes ago when he handed her the grand.  Sure, she could keep an
eye out on the home front.  She looked up from the money in her lap.  He
was grabbing his cock.  It looked huge, as long as Kent's easy.

   Chapter Sixteen

   "Take your clothes off, honey." He was still massaging his cock.  Gina
looked up into his face.  "Come on, baby.  I want to see you naked." She
stood.  She was very close to him.  She reached for the hem of her shift.
His hands filled themselves with her breasts.  Her nipples were already
hard, poking against her bra and shift.  He was squeezing her breasts.  She
was trying to pull the shift up off over her head.  He pushed her to the
bed.  She sat as "Snake" ripped the shift off over her head and tossed it
over into the corner.  He reached behind her and snapped her bra strap
open. Her white titties burst out of the cups of her bra.  "Snake" threw
her bra at the shift in the corner.

   "Nice tits, honey." He was twisting her nipples.  It was turning her on.
She was always horny.  Two grand !  She reached for his belt buckle. 
"Snake's" cock jumped in his slacks when she started his zipper down.  It
burst out of his fly when she was done, hard and fully set.  His foreskin
was disfigured.  When hard, his foreskin fanned out like the head of a
snake that was about to strike.  Visually, it was very impressive. 
Functionally, it was a toss up.  The "Snake" and "Yachtsman" were always
arguing about it.

   Gina was just staring at his cock.  Very long and as skinny as her
neighbor but the head was out of this world.  She leaned forward and licked
the head that she could see.  "Snake" went stiff.  If her mother was this
hot !?  He grabbed the teenagers head with both hands and pulled her mouth
on to his cock.  He felt her choke, then gag.  He gave her a breath and
then filled her mouth with cock again.  Gina's eyes were watering.  "Snake"
was out of his mind.  This little bitch was a hot number.  He was sure he
could talk her into fucking half a dozen guys.  He was sawing his cock in
and out of her mouth.  Slobber was dribbling out of the corners of her
mouth.

   He pulled his cock out of her mouth and it slapped up against his belly.
He pushed her down on to her back and grabbed for her panties.  They ended
up with her other things.  She was naked except for her sandals.  Her pussy
was a small triangle of dark hair on her lower belly.  It was a plump belly
and "Snake" figured she'd have a nice tight, fat cunt.

   He pushed her knees apart and took a long look at her cunt.  It was
covered with a light matt of dark pubic hair.  Her cunt lips stood out in
the hair.  "Roll over, honey, and get to your knees." Gina scrambled to get
her ass up in the air.  She looked back at him while he was dropping his
slacks and underwear.  His cock looked long and hard.  His slacks were off.
He was still in the dress shirt.  He was stepping behind her.  She felt his
fingers slide into her cunt.

   "Snake" was very turned on.  He could sense this teenager wasn't
seasoned, so to speak.  He wanted to be the first to corrupt her, slide his
cock into her butt.  Stir her fudge around.  "Snake" loved to travel on the
hershey highway.  He was like steel as he fucked two fingers into the
teenager's cunt.  He yanked his fingers out and reamed his thumb into her.
She tensed up and started to cum.  Squeezing her butt cheeks tight as he
plowed his thumb in and out of her cunt.

   Time for some cock.  "Snake" pulled his thumb out of her vagina and
replaced it with every inch of his cock.  She was juicy wet, cunt butter
drooling out of her pussy.  Her head came up off the mattress and "Snake"
grabbed her by the hair.  His cock was driving in and out of her behind. 
Her butt cheeks were jiggling like jello.  She was tight and hot, squeezing
his cock as he plowed in and out of her.

   "Fuck back, Gina.  Fuck that fat ass of yours on and off my cock,
honey." He was starting to sweat out his dress shirt.  The tails were
captured between them as he pounded her.  She was trying to fuck back. 
"Snake" leaned back and made sure her butt kept fucking him.  He grabbed
her tits, pinching her nipples.

   Gina was out of her mind.  She'd never been fucked like this.  She was
on her knees, pumping her butt on and off his cock.  It was so long,
driving into her womb with every thrust.  She'd cum several times but could
hardly cry out with him pulling on her hair.  His hands were mauling her
tits, pinching her nipples.  She was sweating.  She could feel it rolling
down her sides.  She pumped her butt faster.

   "Snake" pulled out of her and pushed her further on to the bed.  He was
up with her; she was sprawled out on her stomach.  He got her set on her
knees with her face in a pillow and pulled her fat butt cheeks apart.  Her
cunt was wide open, slick with cunt butter.  He reamed a thumb into her. 
She tensed up.  Her puckered, little anus was surrounded by just a few
curly dark hairs.  His thumb came out of her cunt and pressed itself right
into her bum.

   "Oh !  That's my asshole !" It was a surprised exclamation.  He pushed
the digit further into her rectum.  "Ooooooohhooo !"

   "God !  You're a tight little bitch." He was pumping his thumb in and
out of her asshole.  It was getting nice and juicy.  He rubbed some pussy
juice around the rosebud and then plunged his thumb all the way into her
ass.  She clenched her cheeks.  "Snake's" boner bounced in his groin.  She
might have a cherry butt.  He stroked his cock with his other hand.

   It was time.  He lined up his cock on her asshole and slowly pulled her
butt back toward him.  His foreskin and head popped right into her asshole
and Gina's head came up off the pillow.

   "Oh !  Fuck !" "Snake" kept pulling her butt back onto his cock.  He'd
buried about three or four inches of cock into her anus.  He had a couple
of more to push into her.

   "Oh !  God !  You're tight, baby." He used his thumbs to pry her butt
cheeks apart and could see that he still had more cock to push into her. 
He leaned to each side trying to stretch the young thing's butt hole.  Up
and down and side to side.  He was soon fucking what he had in her in and
out of her anus.  He pulled out of her and drooled some spittle down on to
her asshole.  He put his head against her anus and pushed all the way into
her.  She started fucking him and "Snake" threw his head back and roared.

   He wasn't going to last long.  Her asshole as so tight.  He couldn't
remember another so tight !  Her mother !?  He'd love to have her licking
his balls as he packed her little girl's fudge.  He slapped her ass hard
and she tightened up like a vice.  His cock plowed in and out as it spurted
three, four, five times, coating Gina's anal passage.  He was fucking her
down on to the mattress, really "T"ing off on the fat butt he was fucking.
Gina was screaming out orgasm after orgasm, writhing below him.

   Gina felt empty when "Snake" dragged his cock out of her butt hole.  He
just knelt there and watched his semen drool out of her anus.  His shirt
was ruined so he wiped his cock with it.  He was off to change his clothes.
His skanky cock would be a tasty treat for her mother later.

  
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   Colleen Gilbert was absolutely blown away as soon as she saw the limo
waiting for them out in front of the mansion.  She didn't think about her
daughter or husband until she was at home and finished packing an overnight
bag.  She wondered what her husband would think about her leaving again on
a moments notice ?  She couldn't afford not to take this opportunity.  Kent
could take care of himself.  He'd probably be fucking - her daughter ?  She
was pretty sure her daughter wasn't a virgin.  They'd spent a lot of time
together since she'd got her new job.  She liked that.

   Casey was waiting in the limo and they were off to the airport.  He
started as soon as the limo pulled away from the curb.  "I'll start with
some background.  "Snake's" real name is Edward Carnelli.  Eddie and I are
`Showgirl' babies.  Showgirls who got pregnant and didn't want to have an
abortion.  The babies were given to deserving parents in the casino
industry who couldn't have their own.  "Snake's" parents were instructed to
raise him as Eddie Edwards.  I got my foster parent's name - Swartz.  Luck
of the draw I guess."

   The story went on.  Casey Swartz and Eddie Edwards were members of the
class of 1978 at the premier Catholic school in Las Vegas.  So was Carlos
Santiago.  Eddie and Carlos played freshman football together.  Casey was
the book worm.  During the spring semester an event occurred on the small
Catholic campus.  Several junior football players shoved Casey Swartz over
a park bench just because he was a small, skinny Jewish kid.

   "Snake" Edwards had no idea who Casey Swartz was but when he saw this
big fucking guy push the skinny guy over the bench on purpose.  Well, he
went off.  After charging through the yard, he hit the guy chest high with
both feet and went down with him.  The other guy's head bounced off the
pavement and that was all for him.  He woke up about ten minutes later and
had no recollection of what had happened.  "Snake" was now facing about six
juniors who had witnessed the event.  He found himself shoulder to shoulder
with the skinny Jewish kid, his glasses dangling down over his nose.  The
kid's fists were up.  A moment later Carlos Santiago arrived and there were
three of them.  Several teachers rushed the growing crowd and broke it up
but a reputation was established.  Don't fuck with "Snake" Edwards.

   "By the time we were seniors the three of us were into a lot of
extracurricular activities but none of them were team sports.  Casey Swartz
went to the senior prom with one of the varsity cheerleaders even through
she towered over him by about five inches.  I was somebody.  And I am
today. So is "Snake" and Carlos.  We're inviting you to join a very tight
circle here."

   The helicopter was just sitting there.  Rusty Wilson was sitting in the
pilot's seat.  He saw the limo approach and jumped down on to the tarmac.
He waved the limo into position and rushed to open the door.  This was
"Snake's" limo and "Snake" paid the bills.  He had also arranged for
Rusty's helicopter schooling and his present position.  He liked working
for "Snake" and would bust his ass for him.

   The lady was very attractive.  Rusty figured her to be forty or so. 
Well dressed with slacks and short heals.  A tasteful blouse buttoned up
the front with an open throat.  Not huge tits but nice ones pushed out the
blouse in the right places.  Her bra must be shear as her nipples were
right there.

   "Hi !  Mister Swartz." He liked Casey Swartz.  He wondered if Casey was
fucking her ?  He had heard stories.  Been near the parties.  Ferried
people in and out.  He was hoping someday !?  Well that day wasn't today.
He quickly packed the woman's bag into the helicopter and helped her strap
in.  Smelled good, too.

   Casey liked the way the young pilot looked at Colleen Gilbert.  He
figured he had a very good chance of getting a hot piece of ass from Ms. 
Gilbert.  Not today but surely he'd get to party with her in the future. 
He'd seen the video.  Her husband was fucking Melanie Wright like a prized
bull put out to stud.  That Melanie was a hot piece of ass.  They were
lifting off.  Colleen was looking out the windows.  Casey keyed his mic.

   "Rusty, take us up the strip if you can."

   The two of them heard Rusty conversing with air traffic control.  The
helicopter rolled on it's side and Colleen slid right into Casey.  She felt
good and Casey's cock jumped in his slacks.  He grabbed at it.  They were
upright again and heading north up the strip.  Colleen moved away from him.

   She couldn't believe this.  Fuck !  Last week the boat.  That big
fucking boat they sailed on all weekend.  This weekend she's off to some
exclusive place out on Lake Las Vegas.  They, her husband and her, had
driven through Lake Las Vegas once.  All the places go for millions.  She
was so excited.  She was flying out there on a helicopter.  Just her and
one of "Snake's" best friends.  She wondered where Mike fit into this ?

   Chapter Seventeen

   It was still very light when the helicopter approached what looked like
a postage stamp about fifty feet off the shore of the lake.  They had been
at very low level for the last part of the flight, skimming over the water.
The pilot was hovering over the float and then set down on the wooden deck.
The engine immediately wound down.  Rusty leapt out of the pilot's seat and
quickly tied the skids to their anchors, at each corner of the float.

   He grabbed the lady's bag and she took his hand as she climbed down. 
The rotor was still moving slowly.  Rusty was running ahead across the
wooden ramp that led to shore and then over a deep green lawn that ended
about a foot from shore.  From the water to the grass was pure white sand.
Colleen looked back behind them at the lake.  There were boats sailing and
cruising around.  She turned back and ran to catch up with Casey.  She
couldn't locate Rusty anymore.  The pool was huge and so blue.

   They entered a covered patio and then into a glass enclosed room that
was sort of like a multi-purpose room.  A weight area, littered with bar
bells and such.  Some steam cabinets were also located there.  A kitchen
dominated the other side of the room with a den off in the back.  The TV
screen was huge and there were several huge couches littered about.  Casey
led her to the stairwell that was hidden behind the bar in the den.  It was
very narrow and wound up to the second floor.

   Colleen was winded when she got to the second floor.  Casey flicked a
switch in the hall and presto !  The entire room down below became visible.
Weights, kitchen, den all glowed in a hazy green but clearly visible light.
Colleen just stared.  "Just to give you a heads up.  Now, we don't spy on
each other upstairs but downstairs, everything is fair game.  Remember that
because some of the parties down there are no holds barred, if you know
what I mean.  `Snake' and that pervert, the `Yachtsman' are just about out
of control when it comes to pussy.  But then you must have figured that out
by now."

   Casey stopped and just looked at her.  She was still staring downstairs.
She looked over at him.  "I bet some real high rollers play down there. 
What do you say, Casey ?"

   "You'd be wrong.  No one like that ever comes out here.  Only trusted
friends and only by sea or air.  Only the cool get to party here.  Come on.
I'm sure Rusty dropped your shit off in `Snake's' room." He walked along
the hallway in front of her.  It was very narrow, like an extension of the
stairs.  "The compound is "U" shaped and faces the lake.  All the front
wall is double thick and lined with steel.  `Snake' is pretty paranoid but
then that's how you stay alive in this town.  Here we are." He slid a card
into the door and it clicked open.  "Don't worry.  I only have privileges
for his door to escort you here.  All three of us are computer literate and
handle our own electronic security, passwords and such.  You'll be expected
to do the same and will be given computer access on a need to know basis."

   "`Snake' will be here within the hour.  You can freshen up or I'll fill
the time with more story.  `Snake' would prefer not to talk about his past.
This will be the only time I mention it but I felt it was important."

   She looked across the room.  A glass wall looked out on the grounds and
the lake in the distance.  "Go on, Mister Swartz."

   "Call me Casey, Colleen." He really wanted to fuck her.  Casey turned
toward the bar.  "Go freshen up and I'll mix you a vodka rocks, right ?"

   They knew her drink.  Well, sure they did.  She'd partied with Mike for
two weekends straight.  Last weekend with her husband and he was the life
of the party, fucking both of the other women on the boat with them.  But
then she had fucked their boy friends.  Jesus !  This was unbelievable. 
She'd never imagined that this could happen.  The money was pouring in,
bumping the gross up which pushed up the profit.  Kent was ecstatic. 
Colleen was so happy she couldn't believe it.  The only problem was her
daughter.  And maybe her husband ?

   She turned to Casey.  He was shorter than she was.  "So where does the
`Yachtsman' fit into all this ?"

   "Well, that's a real long story.  Sometime, when we have more time, I'll
delve into that.  "Snake" met the `Yachtsman' in the Philippines in the
mid-eighties.  `Snake' was a national guard type flying cargo.  The
`Yachtsman' was a lieutenant in the regular air force, flying F-16s out of
some place in Korea.  No shit !  They met in a whore house, each of them
fucking a bevy of young ladies, I'm sure."

   Colleen laughed out loud.  Casey continued.  "I shit you not.  Anyway,
`Snake' resigned his commission but still uses his dedicated service to
grease the right wheels.  With Nellis just over there...Well, there's a
good deal of military influence in this town.  It never hurts to be a
veteran.  Neither Carlos nor I are."

   "So `Snake' moves back to 'Vegas after his stint and we all meet in one
of our old haunts and the `Enterprise' was born.  `Yachtsman' joins us in
the early nineties.  We were short of funds.  Small and not very
influential.  We were looking to break in big.  `Snake's' old man left him
some seed money but Carlos and I never asked how much.  He didn't flash it
but used it to buy some very select properties that just happen to be
abutting the planned express way.  Carlos and I figure that `Snake's' old
man gave him a little `juice' with some people and he used that to elbow
his way into the properties."

   "Now in the eighties and nineties the ownership of the casinos was
changing from private hands to corporate cliental.  With the way the law is
today, these corporate enterprises couldn't supply what some people
demanded in this fantasy land for adults.  Drugs, girls, boys, parties. 
You name it; people come to 'Vegas for the things they can't get back home.
People come to 'Vegas with cash.  Cash is hard to move and causes a lot of
problems with the authorities."

   "I worked for over fifteen years in the casino industry.  In computers.
I bring an expertise that is just about impossible to duplicate. 
Everything is being transferred to computers.  Cash is going out in the
casinos but is still up every year in the underground economy.  Anyway we
try to marry the two for short periods of time and reap the interest for
ourselves.  `Yachtsman' calls it the modern day skim.  Actually it was his
idea.  Took me over five years to program it and I work on it every day. 
You'll be working directly with me." She was over by the window, behind
"Snake's" desk.  She was looking out over the lake.

   "What's Carlos do ?" She was smart.  "Yachtsman" said she was smart. 
The video showed she was a hot piece of ass.  A smart, hot piece of ass.  A
hot combination in this town.

   "Carlos is muscle.  He's been working the entertainment industry in this
town for almost twenty-five years.  Since before he graduated from high
school.  He is armed at all times.  To be honest most of us carry.  Our
records are spotless.  Even Carlos.  He's never even talked with a police
officer.  By the way, Carlos is taking care of your husband and daughter
right now.  He'll be here later.  We party tonight.  We just bought another
property that is going to bring us a big reward.  `Snake' will explain it
to you when he gets here, I'm sure."

  
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   Carlos helped the young lady out of the limo.  He would love to bring
her out to the lake tonight.  She was still high as a kite.  He got a good
feel of her tits as he helped her to the door.  The old man was passed out
in the back of the limo.  Taylor and Cyndi were up front, with him, doing
exactly as they were told.

   He came back for the old man after depositing the girl in what appeared
to be her bedroom.  He turned on a couple of lights before he went back to
the limo.  The girls were sitting exactly how he left them.  The limo
glided away from the curb and by the time they hit the first traffic light,
the cab was filled with marijuana smoke.

   Jake Morrison was just home from work when he saw the lights go on. 
Well, he made a couple of pot deliveries before he came home.  His web was
expanding through a number of his close friends who spread out to their
trusted friends.  It was the only way to work today.  Computers and
encryption helped the process along.  He had already decided to stop by
Gina's to see if she was home.  Daniel told him "...of course you can
continue fucking her.  I was hoping you would.  You're not going to marry
her are you ?" Jake laughed at the recollection.

   The neighborhood was quiet as he rounded the corner.  He crossed their
lawn to get into the shadows.  There was a light on in front also.  Jake
tried to turn the front door knob.  It was open.  He looked around and then
entered the home.  It was very bright in the entryway.  Her old man was
sprawled out on the couch in the den, snoring very loudly.

   He made his way through the den and into the hall.  She was standing
naked in her bedroom and had her back to him.  He could see that someone
recently had a hold of her hips.  He imagined she had been fucked from
behind.  His cock was instantly hard.

   "Hey !  Gina, baby." He whispered.  She turned slowly.  Her tits came
into view.  Her nipples were hard.  She was stoned and just staring at him.
He dropped his jeans and motioned her forward.

   "Come on, baby.  Gobble.  Gobble." Gina giggled.

   Jake pulled on his dick as she went to her knees.  He stepped forward
and Gina gobbled him up.  God !  She was so horny.  All she could think of
was sex.  Sex.  And more sex.  This place was so much more with it than her
home in Georgia.  Jake was harder than bone in her hand and mouth.  Two
different guys in the same day.  Wow !  She was juicy again.  It was
running down her thighs.  He was rocking back and forth, fucking his cock
in and out of her mouth.  She got to her feet after only a few minutes of
felatio.

   Gina backed up to the bed and flopped on to her back, spreading her
legs. Jake left his jeans where they were and fell between her legs.  His
cock speared into her already fucked pussy.  Two or three inches shorter
than "Snake's." Shit !  "Snake" told her he'd take her to the lake some
day. Jake was fucking her like crazy.  She started bucking up into him and
began to feel her orgasm flush over her.  His cock was like a woodpecker
stabbing in and out of her.  His jizzim overflowed her cunt and started
rolling down the crack of her ass.  Her asshole was still stretched wide
after the fudge packing "Snake" gave her.

   Chapter Eighteen

   Jake was on his back, breathing heavily.  His cock was covered with cum
and laying limp in his pubic hair.  Gina was still on her back.  He wanted
to fuck her again and reached for her tits.  Her nipples were still hard.
She rolled toward him and began to tug on his jeans.  Jake started working
his "T" shirt off over his head.  Gina was sitting up, working on his
running shoes.  Her tits were swinging around and he was getting a boner.

   Kent Gilbert rolled over on the couch.  The entryway light was on and he
was laying on the couch in the den.  The rest of the house was dark.  He
was still drunk and had to squint to see his watch.  It was almost ten.  He
wondered where everyone was ?  His wife ?  His wife's daughter ?  He lost
track of them at the party.  And that Carlos guy made sure he always had a
drink in his hand.  That guy was all right and a friend of "Snake's" too !
He struggled to a sitting position.  He needed a drink.

   He found the note in the kitchen, in the liquor cabinet.  His wife knew
where to leave him the important shit.  He laughed out loud.  The note said
she was called away to work.  Would be gone for the weekend.  Wow !  He
could get into some real trouble here.  He wished he hadn't left the party.
There was some hot pussy at that party.  Carlos told him that they'd have
to party some time soon.  Daniel told Carlos that he was an "A+" party man
- for an old guy.  Kent took a good slug of "Jack."

   The sound of fucking drifted down the hall.  He could hear a light
slapping sound and some moaning or groaning.  He moved toward it.  His cock
was getting rubber like.  Who was she fucking ?  He grabbed his thickness.
He'd be good to go.  He was excited as he moved down the hall.  The sounds
were getting louder.

   He peeked into his wife's daughter's doorway.  She had her back to him
and was riding a very hard cock, skinny though.  Kent was unbuttoning his
shirt, his cock tenting his slacks.  Her fat butt cheeks were bouncing up
and down on this guy's prick.  She was grunting and groaning as she labored
above this guy.  Kent had his slacks down past his knees.  He kicked off
his loafers and dropped his pants to the floor.  His jockey shorts came
next and his boner jumped out of them.

   The couple on the bed were still making sex sounds.  Kent's hardon was
stiff in his hand.  Thick and hard, he wanted her to suck it while she
fucked the guy.  He headed into the room, his dick in his hand.



   Jake was just enjoying the teenager bouncing up and down on his cock. 
Eager girls aren't all that plentiful, if you know what I mean.  Her ample
breasts were bouncing together, her large, brown areolae all prickly.  Her
nice suckable nipples were erect pebbles on her white breasts.  Her tan
stomach was wrinkled as it worked her butt up and down the guy's dick.  She
was starting to cum and just rubbed her mound against the guy's pubic bone
with his cock buried in her snatch.  Oh !  Here it came.

   "Oooohhoooo !  God !  Yeaaaaaa !" Gina threw her head back and yelled at
the ceiling.  Jake had his eyes closed, trying to hold back the ejaculation
that her cunt was trying to milk out of him.  Kent put his hand on Gina's
shoulder.  She freaked out when she saw her mother's husband standing there
naked.  She shook a little with her orgasm.  When she became still Jake
opened his eyes.  He froze staring at the old man he'd seen in the backyard
several times.  Well, he'd never seen him like this.

   Kent ran his hand up the back of her neck into her hair.  It didn't stay
there long, pulling her face down to his erect penis.  Jake freaked out and
thrust up into the willing girl.  The old man was moving his cock in and
out of Gina's mouth.  Jake got excited watching her suck on the old man's
fat cock.  God !  It was a fat one.  She could hardly get her hand around
the base as her mouth worked on his fat head.

   Moments later Jake grabbed Gina's thighs and began thrusting up into
her. He couldn't take that soft, warmth wrapped around his pecker.  It
sucked the semen right out of him and still Jake kept fucking her.

   Kent could tell the young guy below her had blown his load in Gina's
cunt.  He pulled his saliva soaked cock out of her mouth and pulled her
right off of him.  The kid's cum soaked, soft penis was lying on his
stomach.  Slobber was drooling off her chin when he pulled her off Jake. 
She fell to her back as he pulled her legs over the edge of the bed.  Her
legs went up around his shoulders and his cock pushed into her well used,
cum lubricated vagina.

   Kent wasted little time before pumping his cock in and out of Gina's
cunt, throwing his arms out above her head, he pounded his cock in and out
of her.  She was gooie wet and he could feel the wetness soaking his pubic
hair.  His cock was knifing in and out of her, his balls slapping against
her exposed asshole.  A flick of his hips buried his pecker into the womb
of the teenager below him.  Kent was concentrating so on the fucking he was
giving his wife's daughter that he didn't notice the young kid was up off
the bed and getting into his jeans.

   Jake had his pants zipped and buttoned before the guy noticed he was up
off the bed.  He grabbed his running shoes and was out the door before the
old man filled Gina's cunt was another load of hot cum.  Jake could hear
him screaming out his orgasm as he let himself out.  The girl was cuming,
too, making as much noise as the old man.  He wondered if Daniel Haefner
would believe him ?  Regardless, he was sure that this is what he should be
doing.  Somebody important was interested in Gina or her family, mother or
father; he didn't care.  He was going to try to contact Daniel tonight.
To: "Bonerboy"
From: Jake

   Need to talk with you ASAP

  
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   "Snake" stepped into the elevator and ran his ID card through the
scanner.  He typed in his password and almost immediately the doors closed.
He was going down, to the underground garage.  After balling the Gilbert
teenager he'd left the party and gone to his "Strip" office which was
located in a casino on one of those floors that doesn't appear on any of
the elevators.  The doors opened about fifteen seconds later.  "Snake" was
greeted by the car attendant in a very respectful manner.  Everyone knew
who "Snake" Edwards was.  It was just what he did that nobody was quite
sure of ?!

   Cell phone in hand, he punched in his number for Rusty.  It was answered
on the second ring.  "Wilson here."



   "Rusty, I'm five out.  How'd Casey's flight go ?"

   "No problem, `Snake'.  We'll be ready to lift off as soon as you arrive.
Parking spot is clear." Rusty had made sure to block one off with official
looking traffic cones.  He started walking that way now.

   "Thanks, Rusty.  See you in minutes, buddy."

   Next was Carlos.  His phone was answered on the fourth ring by a very
stoned Taylor Pine saying something about "speed blow jobs." "Snake"
laughed for a few breaths.

   "Give me Carlos, Taylor.  I'll take a speed blow job later tonight,
honey."

   Carlos was laughing when he talked into the phone.  "Knew it was you,
`Snake'.  Just jerkin' you off.  We're on Sunset, coming up on Boulder
Highway.  Dropped the packages off no problem.  ETA, about twenty,
twenty-five minutes depending on traffic.  See you then."

   "Rogee, buddy." "Snake" put his phone away and got back to giving a
hundred percent of his attention to his driving.  He was excited thinking
about the Gilbert woman.  She had turned him on from the first moment he
saw her.  And the day she asserted herself, when the system went down,
convinced him that she was the one.  When "Yachtsman" scored on their
second date, "Snake" was positive.  And the husband's business was a bonus.

   He coasted into the parking slot that was several hundred feet from the
helicopter.  "Snake" ran as the rotor was coming up to speed.  Rusty lifted
off immediately and, just twenty feet or so off the ground, the helicopter
rolled to the left and headed north along the taxiway.

  
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   Daniel Haefner was just finishing up a transaction on a bachelorette
party.  Three of his entertainers were mingling freely with about a dozen
ladies ranging from their early twenties to early thirties.  Oh !  There
were a couple of chaperones, aunts or mothers, thrown in !?  He was
flirting with one of them now.  She was settling the account.  The music
was loud and the young guys were naked with two out of three sporting
pretty descent hardons.  The young girls were excited, shrieking and
laughing very loudly in the front room of this vacant rental home in Green
Valley.  After tonight the place would never be used again.  All the
furniture would be gone by tomorrow afternoon.  The place would be vacant
again.  Tonight it was a private party !

   The older ladies were pretty good looking and Daniel loved the older
women.  Ladies who knew that the end was in sight.  They tended to let it
all hang loose; if you know what I mean ?  Daniel did and really had his
eye on this aunt.  Mid to late forties, a little heavy with great big tits.
He could imagine fucking his cock between her tits and giving her a pearl
necklace to take back home to where ever.  He was paging through the emails
on his cell phone.  The one from Jake was third from the top.  Daniel
scrolled down.  He immediately paged through his address book and found
Jake's number.  It was ringing.

   Second ring.  "Jake here."

   "You said we need to talk.  I'll meet you across the street from where
we met the last time in forty-five minutes.  Okay ?"

   "Okay." Jake rang off and rushed downstairs.  He was in his mother's car
and heading for Sunset.  He arrived ten minutes later and spent his time
meandering through the parking lot to the east of Wendy's.  He even checked
out the men's restroom when he entered.  He was sitting at one of the
tables with a coke, sipping from a straw.

   He saw Daniel get into line.  It was five minutes before Daniel sat at
the table next to him.  "Hey !  Jake, what's shaking ?"

   Jake blurted it out.  It came quickly and Daniel was convinced that this
wasn't just a story.  The hot little Gina Gilbert or whatever her name was,
just stared in a "three way" with her mother's husband and the boy next
door.  Daniel wolfed down his cheeseburger and gulped down his soft drink.

   "You just earned yourself a tremendous bonus, son.  `Snake'll' probably
want to thank you personally.  Thanks, Jake.  You made us all look good."



   Chapter Nineteen

   It was dark out.  There were a couple of lights on around the pool but
other than that it was black.  They could see the lights of some other
houses in the far distance across the lake.  The two of them were still in
"Snake's" office overlooking the "play room." That's what Colleen was going
to call it.  "The play room." Several beeps and squeaks came from the
computer console that was built into "Snake's" desk.  She wandered over and
looked at the screen.  Surveillance video of the front of the hacienda was
being shown on the monitor.

   Casey was coming out from behind the wet bar in the front part of the
office with two drinks in his hands.  She took her third.  It had been a
long wait.  Almost an hour but Casey had filled it with lots of stories
about "Snake," himself, the "Yachtsman," Carlos and a host of others who
she assumed she would meet in the near future.  She learned that Daniel was
a pretty big hitter in the operations area.  She wasn't quite sure what
that meant but what the hell, she was new.

   "Monitor got video of the front ?" He called from across the room.

   "Yea.  Now there's a limo coming right toward the...Woaaa !  The front
part of the wall just opened up.  This limo is coming right into this
building !"

   "It's cool, Colleen.  It's like a garage door opener but opens a much
more secure wall.  It's Carlos and some of his friends.  `Snake' should be
here any minute." Casey walked over to the glass and looked out over the
lake.  There it was.  "Snake" was coming across the lake at about zero
feet. The strobe was getting stronger and stronger.  Then it disappeared.
Coming in blacked out.  "Snake" has this thing about security.

   "He's about a minute out." Was followed almost immediately by several
beeps and squeaks from the computer console.  Ten seconds later the landing
platform was lit in brilliant flood lights coming from the trees between
the hacienda and the beach.

   "Snake" was sitting in the co-pilot's seat but stealing a little stick
time from Rusty on the way out.  He felt really good.  He'd been able to
settle several issues at the party.  Plus he'd made contact with a very
nice looking young wife who he'd just love to bone.  About twenty-four,
twenty-five.  Anyway then the Gilbert woman's daughter.  He was going to
have her out for a weekend just as soon as humanly possible.  Hopefully
with the mother leading the way.  His cell phone rang the ring of new
email.

   "You got it, Rusty." They were more than close.  Maybe a minute remained
until touchdown.  The lights burst on.

   "I've got the machine, `Snake.'"

   "Fucking lights came on too early !" Rusty kept his mouth shut.  He just
flew the air machine.  "Anyway.  I want you to take two days off.  No
flying.  Here's a couple of grand.  Go to the beach.  I'll tell `Yachtsman"
you're coming.  He'll take care of everything.  Hear me, Rusty.  Be here
Sunday at about twenty hundred hours.  I'll work on the lights so please
transmit your take off time before your arrival time.  Now min time on the
ground and get the fuck out of here."

   Rusty was laughing.  "Thanks, `Snake'." The helicopter flared just a
moment later and "Snake" was off and away down the ramp before the skids
were steady.  Rusty yanked the collective as he applied the power and the
helo leapt into the air and the invisible night.  "Snake" flipped open his
cell phone and turned off the landing lights.  He then read his email.
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Snake"
CC: "Yachtsman"
Sorry to bounce the chain of command.  Just learned that Gina Colgate,
the Gilbert woman's daughter, played the meat in a sandwich with woman's

old man and next door neighbor, who is one of us.  Peace out.

   "Snake" stopped walking on the dark lawn.  He could see the view lights
were on downstairs.  Casey liked to watch and be watched.  The woman was
standing behind his desk.  She looked good.  Casey was raising a glass.  He
quickly typed out a "thanks" and "great job" to "Yachtsman" and "Bonerboy."
His cock was strong in his slacks as he closed the distance to the pool. 
Carlos was in the den, watching a movie with Cyndi and Taylor.  They were
both probably sharing his cock.  Jesus !  It was a monster.  An inch longer
than his eight and thicker than Mike.  Fuck !  "Snake" always felt
inadequate when partying with the big man.

   "`Snake', just shut the place down tight.  All systems are green and
we're secure.  Been listening to Rusty.  He's with approach...About ten
from landing."

   The two girls were peeking over the back of the couch.  "Snake" moved
off toward the bar and when he was behind it, poured himself a "Jack" on
the rocks.  The three on the couch were naked.  Carlos had a hardon.  The
movie was a porno movie.  No...It was Carlos fucking some forty-something
in one of the lounge chairs out around the pool.  "Snake" took a slug of
his drink and, when the girls went back to watching the movie, stepped into
the stair well and quickly rose out of sight.

   Colleen had seen "Snake" move through the "Play Room" and heard Carlos
talking about security.  She looked down at the forty-one year old Carlos
sitting with two teenagers, the same age as her daughter.  All of them
naked on the couch.  God !  She could see his boner from here and the light
wasn't all that great.  She heard the door open and turned to find "Snake"
sliding through the wall.  It looked like a library wall, all books.  The
wall closed behind him.

   Casey was draining his drink.  He placed the glass in the sink.  "Catch
you two later." With that he touched one of the books on the wall and the
door slid open.  Casey left and the door closed.

   "How much did Casey tell you ?" "Snake" took another slug of his drink.
The woman was still over behind his desk.  He imagined her bent over the
desk with her slacks down around her ankles.  His cock jumped in his pants.
Soon it would be visible.

   "Just background, high school tales, some of your and "Yachtsman"
stories.  Mostly whore stories." She laughed.  He took another slug of
"Jack."

   "Well, let's get down to business."" "Snake" began.  He didn't stop
talking for well over a couple of hours.  He ended up sitting in his chair
at his desk.  She ended up on the couch.  Twice she freshened up her drink,
his too.  She was wearing slacks.  He imagined her naked.  His cock was
rubber like, hard rubber.

   Colleen had her feet tucked under her.  She had suspected as much about
the business.  Providing the things that very wealthy people wanted but
couldn't buy except from us.  It was almost obvious from the first time in
the casino.  But especially after the weekend with Mike and Daniel and the
"skinny girl" and the big titted one.  Her husband fit right in and she
followed along or maybe she led ?  It must be an age thing.  A last fling
before you really can't cut it any more ?  She should be content that her
looks still attracted the right kind of man.  Her husband was right on the
edge but she'd been with him for twelve years.  And until just recently
everything had been copasetic.

   Neither of them had been virgins.  They married late.  He was
thirty-five.  She was twenty-six.  They were both very horny people. 
That's what attracted them.  She liked the animal in him and she knew he
loved her horniness.  Until recently Kent had screwed her at least four or
five times a week.  Not many married women her age ever bragged about that
!

   "So, do you have any problem with the business we're in ?" He was
waiting for an answer.

   She shook her head back and forth.

   "No.  Say it."

   "No problem, `Snake.'" She understood the risk.  But then there was the
reward.  Her husband, in his dealings with and through them, was taking the
same risk.  Both were money things.  They didn't have anything to do with
sex.  That was an after work thing.  That was Daniel's operations.  At
least that's what she thought at the time.

   He was staring at her from across the room.  Undressing her with his
eyes was closer to the truth.  He was grabbing his dick and had been since
he started to wrap it up.  "So what do you say to knocking it off ?" It was
a little after eleven.  Colleen got up and stretched, her breasts pressed
against her blouse.  No where near the size of her daughters.  He could
imagine Colleen's old man fucking that sausage of his in and out of his
wife's daughter.  His cock was almost as hard as it got.

   Colleen wandered over to the bar and freshened up her drink.  He was
staring at her and there was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to fuck
her.  He was looking at her like he did the day he fired her.  Maybe she
should have offered herself then ?  She smiled at him and started across
the room to his desk.

   "Now what ?" She was leaning on the desk with her hands, the drink set
on the desk top.  Her blouse was open but gave no hint of cleavage. 
"Snake" got out of his chair.  His cock was tenting his slacks.  He had his
sleeves rolled up and the tie was gone.  She noticed his erection and was
still smiling when he came around the corner of the desk.

   Colleen watched him.  She wondered how long he'd been hard ?  Her
nipples were erect and tingling.  Her crotch was damp.  She wished she'd
douched this afternoon.  He was behind her with his hands on her hips.  She
could feel his hardness against her ass.

   "I love the view at night.  Just the twinkling of the lights." He was
grinding against her.  "I haven't met a woman your age that has given me a
boner like this in a dozen years.  What is it about you, Ms.  Gilbert ?"

   She pressed back against his hard cock.  "I must look horny.  Maybe I
smell horny." She turned her head.  She could see his expression out of the
corner of her eye.  She felt very high.  "I know I am always horny." His
hands were now cupping her breasts.  She pressed back into him.

   "Get naked, Ms.  Gilbert, and show me how much you appreciate what I've
done for you and your husband." He was pinching her nipples through her
blouse and bra.  They were making impressive bumps in the fabric.

   She wasn't sure what to make of the command but her hands went to her
blouse and began to open the buttons.

   Chapter Twenty

   Daniel was driving west on Sunset heading for the "Strip." He figured
that he'd done just about enough work for a Saturday night.  And good work
it was.  He'd just received word that the bachelorette party had ended with
smashing results.  The "bride to be" had fucked one of the entertainers in
a back bedroom that just happened to be set up for video.  Daniel was
getting a boner thinking about it.  She was a very cute "bride to be."

   He had the aunt's hotel room number.  Daniel felt lucky.  The woman was
paying more attention to the young guy's cocks than to counting out the
money for the entertainment.  He allowed his speed to increase five miles
an hour.

   Carolyn Reynolds had been passed out for almost an hour or so when the
phone rang.  She bolted upright in bed and looked around at the hotel room.
Another ring.  Where was the phone ?  She was in 'Vegas with her niece and
her wedding party.  She had to get out of bed to get the phone.  Her
nightie was up above her waist and her dark, hairy bush was a prominent
triangle on her lower belly.  Her humongous breasts swung back and forth as
she moved toward the phone.

   "Hello."

   "Hey, Carolyn.  It's Daniel.  How about I come up and give you a private
showing ?  On the house.  Rum and coke right ?  I can be up in five
minutes. What do you say ?" You had to keep talking.  They were almost
always still drunk or high.  They were in 'Vegas.  They'd just watched
several young guys romp around naked with hardons most of the evening. 
Maybe they even grabbed a hold of one a few times ?

   Carolyn was pushing the dark mane of hair out of her eyes.  She could
hardly read the clock.  Was he asking to come up here ?  God !  What if
someone saw him coming to her room ?  The clock on the bedside read
two-forty.  No one would be up at this hour.  This was 'Vegas.  She hadn't
had a vacation like this in years.  And tonight !  Nothing like that had
ever happened to her in her forty-eight years.

   "Yes." She whispered into the phone.

   "Couldn't hear you, Carolyn.  Did you say `come on up' ?"

   "Yes.  Come on up.  It's room 41890." The phone went dead in her ear. 
Daniel was moving toward the elevators.  Six minutes later he was knocking
on the door with a bucket of ice, two cokes and a bottle of rum.  He could
see her looking out the peep hole.  He smiled.  The door opened.

   Carolyn hardly had time to gargle with mouthwash and run a comb through
her hair a few times before the bell rang.  She jumped.  She was still in
her nightie.  She grabbed the room robe out of the closet and went to the
door.  It was him.  He was a stud.  She was shaking when she opened the
door wide.  He walked in and went straight into the room.  She closed the
door.  Just the bathroom light was on.  He turned on the light in the room
and turned to face her.

   He was smiling.  Now he was clearing off a space for the ice bucket. 
She went into the bathroom and got two glasses.  She couldn't believe she
was doing this but watching those young men tonight was just too much.  She
rushed into the other room with the glasses.  He stared at her breasts
while he mixed the drinks.  Neither of them had said a word.  He handed her
a drink.  It was very strong.

   He was fiddling with the alarm clock on the night stand.  Music was
filling the room.  He was over by the bathroom and closing the door.  Now
he was over by the bed stand and turning off the lights.  Dim light was
coming from the bathroom.

   "Party time." He whispered and started to pull his "T" shirt off over
his head.  Carolyn sat on the bed.  Oh !  God !  This was so close.  She
knew she was going to touch him.  Most of the girls had tonight - touched
the young guys, grabbed their cocks.  A couple had even sucked them.  It
was an unbelievable party and now this.  He was moving his hips as he
waltzed across the room toward her.  He was bare to the waist, his shoes
gone; just dressed in jeans.

   She shied away as he got close.  He just pumped his hips at her.  She
couldn't help but smiling.  She could see the lump of his penis.  He
reached for her.  She jumped away from him.  He laughed and was up on the
bed on his knees.  No more than a couple of feet away.

   "Come on, Carolyn.  Take it out.  You want to see it.  Hold it.  Taste
it.  I know you want to.  Go for it, baby." He was humping back and forth.
Carolyn looked around the room like she was afraid someone was watching. 
She was on her knees.  "Come on, honey.  I know you want to see it." She
reached forward and slid her fingers into the waist of Daniel's jeans.

   Daniel moved closer.  Her other hand was opening the button.  Now she
was pulling open the zipper.  His cock flopped out and dangled down about
six inches.  Carolyn just stared.  Her husband wasn't this long when he was
hard.  Daniel flopped onto his back and started sliding the jeans down his
legs, kicking them off on to the floor.  She was in a hotel room with a
naked man who wasn't her husband.  He rolled toward her and grabbed for her
tits.  She laughed a little but ended up on her back with Daniel pulling
open her robe.

   They spread out all over her chest, large bags of breast meat.  Her
areolae were small in comparison to the size of her tits, about the size of
a silver dollar and all crinkly.  Her nipple a small pebble about finger
size.  The jiggled around as Daniel lathered them with saliva.  He had her
house coat open to the crotch and was busy getting rid of it.  Her nightie
was pushed up around her waist, her tits were hanging out of the top. 
Daniel's right hand buried itself between Carolyn's legs.

   Carolyn just lay back and let the stranger ravish her pussy.  She spread
her legs further when he started to run his fingers up and down the lips of
her pussy.  She was actually lifting her ass up off the mattress a little
when Daniel slid his finger against her vagina lips.  Daniel could smell
her.  She was horny beyond all belief.  He spread her hairy lips and ran
his finger into her cunt.  She was wet and he slid right in, all the way to
the hand.  He rotated his finger around and then pulled it out of her.  He
came back with two a moment later and she moaned.  Daniel went back to
sucking on her tits.  A good big hickie or two never hurt to remind them of
the great time they had in 'Vegas.

   His cock was getting stronger by the minute.  He was fucking two fingers
in and out of her at a good clip for several minutes.  He ran some fingers
up and gave her clitoris a good squeeze.  She went stiff and bucked up into
the fingers buried in her cunt.

   Daniel hopped up off the bed and pulled Carolyn to the edge.  He pushed
her face into his groin and continued the assault on her cunt with three
fingers.  He eventually pushed his semi into her mouth and the woman sucked
on him until he was hard.  It took a while and it was obvious that this
lady had not sucked much cock but Daniel got hard enough to fuck her.

   He flipped her around so her legs were hanging over the side of the bed,
pulled her heels up over her head and plowed his hardon right between the
fat, hairy lips of her cunt.  He bottomed out in her and she let out a
squeal.  Daniel started fucking her, like a machine and didn't stop until
she was babbling.  Her legs were shaking and her nipples were swollen up
into small pebbles of excited flesh.

   Carolyn had never had sex like this.  He was pounding her and she
couldn't control herself, bucking up into the dick that was fucking in and
out of her.  Her nightie was bunched up around her neck and under her arms.
They were sweaty together.  She felt wet all over.  He was fucking her fast
again.  She started cuming, electricity running up and down the backs of
her legs as his cock fucked in and out of her.  Her crotch was a swamp of
juice, leaking on to the bedding.

   Daniel had been fucking her for fifteen minutes or so.  Her head was
lolling back and forth on the pillow as he labored above her.  He'd pulled
out of her several times, her cunt a fleshy gash in a forest of dark pubic
hair.  He poked himself back into her and fucked her like a machine.  She
was panting and moaning.  Her cunt was spazaming around his cock when he
finally unloaded into her.  He held himself in her as his cock spurt itself
dry.

  
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   Colleen had her blouse open to her waist.  His hand were still feeling
her breasts, his cock still grinding against her behind.  He pulled the
blouse out of the waist of her slacks.  He was pulling it down her arms and
biting on her ear.  Colleen was electric.  Her bra was very sexy.  One that
Kent had bought her before they moved to Las Vegas.  Very white and very
sheer.  It showed her dark areolae and her nipples made bumps in both cups.
He was biting her shoulder and goose bumps were breaking out all over her
shoulders and chest.

   "Snake" abruptly stepped away from her and moved around the desk. 
Colleen didn't move.  Her nipples were quite impressive poking against the
fabric of her bra.  He sat in his chair and motioned her to the edge of the
desk.  "Come and get it, Colleen." She came around the corner and
immediately saw his erection.  She didn't have to be told.  She started to
go to her knees.

   "Snake" stood and reached for her waist.  She came against him. 
"Unbutton my shirt, Colleen.  And then get my pants, okay ?"

   "Okay." He had her slacks open and sliding down her pantyhose.  She
kicked off her short heels and stepped out of her slacks while getting his
shirt open.  She stuck her thumbs into the waist band of her hose and began
to pull them down.

   "Leave'm on and come here.  I want to fuck you in them.  Bend over,
honey." Colleen came to him and turned around.  She put her hands on her
knees and felt his hand between her legs.  He was feeling her cunt.  It was
plump and full of cunt butter.  As soon as she was pierced it would flow
out of her.  She couldn't help but move around as he explored her crotch.

   "Hold still." She froze and then felt the crotch being pulled away.  She
could feel the scissors as they cut her panty hose.  She felt a finger
worming it's way into her cunt.  The dam was pierced.  "Snake's" hand was
drenched in cunt butter.  This lady was hot to fuck.

   "Snake" sat back down and waited for her to straighten up and turn
around.  She went to her knees without being asked and "Snake" was hard as
stone.  His penis burst out of his slacks causing her to shy away.  With
the slacks on the floor she knelt right between his legs and swallowed
about four inches of meat.  "Snake" threw his head back and let her work on
his cock.  She was good, letting her mouth fill with saliva and then
drooling it on to his cock.  He was a saliva slick pole when she finally
started to blow him.  It took self control not to unload into her mouth
after just a few minutes of her lips running up and down the shaft of his
cock.

   A moment later she was licking his balls while her hand continued to
milk his long, hard cock.  "Snake" rotated his ass forward on his chair and
Colleen started licking toward his asshole.  Her hand seemed to be just
squeezing the head of his dick, pulling and pushing his foreskin back and
forth.  "Snake" was nearing the end of his endurance and shot a spurt of
cum on to the woman's bare back.  The next two went into her hair.  "Snake"
liked that, big blobs of cum in her light brown hair.  She was sucking on
the head of his dick, sucking out the last of his semen.  There would be
more very soon.

   Chapter Twenty-One

   Colleen was naked but for the panty hose and they'd seen better days. 
She'd been fucked on the desk.  Given him another blow job on the couch
while he shoved three fingers in and out of her cunt and ass.  Then he
pulled the couch out into the middle of the room, bent her over it and
shoved his dick right up her asshole.  Colleen liked the feel of his cock
sliding into her anus.  It reminded her of one of her high school boy
friends.  He packed her fudge all the time.

   She wasn't as tight as her daughter and had no where near the ass.  But
by then "Snake" was worn out.  He was ready for bed.  He flushed her anal
track with a weak load of jizzim.  Hardly any drooled out when he spread
her cheeks after dragging his cock out of her butt.  He left her there and
headed for the rack.  It was already getting light out.  She was having a
hard time walking.  "Snake" laughed.  She ran toward him, her tits bouncing
as she crossed the office.  She was smiling all the way.  He remembered her
bouncing up and down on his erect penis as he slapped her lean butt.  He
was getting excited again.

   He glanced down into the room below.  It was dark.  The lights were out.
He remembered a while back; Colleen exclaimed, "Hey !  There's four women
and two guys down there now."

   "Want to go join them ?"

   "I'm satisfied here.  Aren't you ?"

   "Yea.  Just asking."

  
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   "Vixen" Tina, aka Linda Lancaster, was just home from her shift at one
of the 'Vegas Valley's adult entertainment parlors, a strip club down on
Industrial.  She wasn't a headliner but her natural thirty-four double "Ds"
always got her a slot or three on Saturday night, usually real late but the
tips were astronomical.  She was beat and as usual a little horny.  She
kind of liked dancing naked in front of a lot of guys.  It turned her on.

   Her boy friend was still asleep.  She stripped off her jeans and
panties, left her baby doll top on and slipped into bed.  The sun was just
breaking the horizon as "Vixen" Tina slipped into sleep.

   Her boy friend, Rob Smith, crawled out of bed a little after eleven.  He
was very foggy from all the weed he'd smoked the night before.  He wandered
into the bathroom and took a leak.

   Rob was in the front room, watching TV, when Linda walked in at a little
after three.  She had the day off and was planning on going back to bed
after getting real stoned.  She had taken several hits off the pipe and was
in the kitchen when the program was interrupted.  The station was showing
pictures of the men who flew the airplanes into the World Trade Center. 
Linda came out of the kitchen and just stood, staring at the TV.  The
commentator was naming them.

   "I've seen the last two there.  In the club.  Well, I think it was them
? Perverts.  Never once looked at my face.  And talked among themselves.  I
know they were talking about me." The TV was showing video of the buildings
coming down again.  Linda looked away and moved back into the kitchen but
kept talking.  "There were three of them.  I saw the third guy just a
couple of days ago.  By himself.  I've seen him several times now that I
remember.  He likes my tits.  But he doesn't tip.  A fucking pervert. 
Perverts never tip."

   Rob was packing the pipe again.  Linda came out of the kitchen and moved
over toward the couch.  "You listening to me, Rob ?  Shouldn't we call the
police or something ?"

   Rob laughed as he handed her the pipe.  She took a long drag.  "Yea.  We
should definitely call the cops and have them come over for a couple of
bowls.  And then we'll tell them that you think you've seen some of the
hijackers here in 'Vegas.  I think you've been smoking too much weed,
darling." He laughed again as she handed him back the now empty pipe.  Rob
started packing it with more weed.

  
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   It was late Sunday night before the rumor really got going.  Rob told a
couple of his friends who came over Sunday evening to smoke weed well after
Linda went back to bed.  She always crashed heavy after a night of dancing.
From there it was exponential, finally reaching the "Yachtsman" through
"Bonerboy" late Monday afternoon.

   Jill Olson was sailing "Viper" by herself.  Well, Mike was on board but
Jill was making all the decisions and moving all the sails by herself. 
They were enroute to Newport Beach from some islands off the California
coast up around Santa Barbara.  The Channel Islands, I think ?  The surf
had been excellent and Jill had been getting instruction from a very well
seasoned surfer.  They'd been tied up off shore and living off the boat for
a week of just surfing.

   Mike spent several minutes digesting what Daniel Haefner had written
about "Vixen" Tina.  He took a long drag off the reefer he was smoking.  If
true it would put Las Vegas back on the map again.  People would start
flocking 'Vegas to be where the bad guys had been.  But more important to
the "Enterprise" would be the currency earned with the authorities.  Of
utmost importance in 'Vegas.  Another form of "Juice." If false, but rumors
continued, it would be almost as good for 'Vegas as if it were true.  Would
this woman come forward ?  With the right enticement, "Yachtsman" was sure
she'd co-operate.  He started typing.
To: "Snake"
From: "Yachtsman"
Know of local stripper who claims two hijackers were in 'Vegas before
9/11.  Says a third was with the two and still comes to club to see her
tits.  Imperative we locate stripper and use her story to advertise 'Vegas.
Great for local economy which is in toilet.  Good juice with local
authorities.  Goal is to locate the subject with intent to turn over to

authorities.  This is super juice.

   First.  Need to locate stripper.  Second.  If I know, lots of others
know.  Must isolate stripper.  Third.  Once isolated, get her together with
an artist to get a sketch of subject.  Distribute sketch.  Then line up
deals for her story.  First, internet.  Second, authorities.

   Imperative we get on this right now, Snake !!

   Three short, concise paragraphs.  He didn't usually jump up and down
over the ideas he had.  He knew he was worth the money "Snake" paid him for
all the touring and the dope and whatever else he did.  The "three amigos"
were the idea men.  'Vegas was their town.  Their enterprise.  Looked as if
that might be another shortly ?  But he'd come up with more than his share
of ideas and that was what kept them in the real money.  "Snake" may have
the "Juice" but it was ideas that the "Juice" promoted.

   After all, 'Vegas should get something out of this.  This young woman
worked the underground economy, he was sure, maybe even turned tricks after
hours.  He had no idea but that shit had to be nailed down.

  
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   "Snake" was at his "Strip" office.  His phone sounded.  He looked out
over the strip as he watched the message scroll.  Three touches on the
screen and it was now in plain language.  He studied it twice before
connecting his phone to the computer in the cabinet behind his desk.  He
confirmed the message was indeed transferred and sent an email both to
"Yachtsman" and Carlos, out at the lake.  "Find the stripper." "Yachtsman"
immediately forwarded all messages related to the stripper to "Bonerboy."

   The hunt was on.  "Snake" put a call into some of his friends in the
"strip club" business.  It wasn't yet dark when he got a call from a guy
he'd done business with several years ago.  Anyway, the guy had all the
information "Snake" needed.  He even got the girl's schedule.  He told his
friend that she might be on vacation for a while.  The guy asked how long ?
"Snake" wasn't sure.  "Snake" dialed Carlos next.

   Carlos was at the hacienda when "Snake" called.  He'd digested the
emails involved and felt he was up to speed.  He descended to the garage
and got into his Chevy Corvette.  A real muscle car.  He was out of the
hacienda and heading to North Las Vegas.  Linda Lancaster was going to be
offered a deal she couldn't refuse.

   Carlos was more than familiar with several women in the entertainment
industry.  He was heading to one of them now, a platinum blonde who was
very loyal but a little slow.  But wow !  Her body was outstanding. 
Carlos'd had her out to the lake for several weekend parties.  She liked to
party.  He was sure she'd help him sequester the girl.  He drove into the
complex and parked several doors down from Gloria Hopster's apartment.

   Gloria was standing out front, ready to go and hopped right into the
"Vette" with her over-night bag.  Carlos headed back south, aiming for the
vicinity of where the girl lived, to scout out the place.  It was a gated
community in Henderson.  After thirty minutes of surveillance they rolled
to a stop just short of the gate.  Gloria hopped out and disappeared into
the shadows.  Carlos backed up and parked on the street about two hundred
feet from the gate.  They didn't have to wait long.  A resident opened the
gate and motored into the complex.  Gloria scampered out of the shadows and
stood in the electric eye.

   Carlos rolled through the open gate ten seconds after the previous car
disappeared.  They found the apartment with no problem.  The lights were on
inside but the porch light was off.  Carlos parked and the two of them
headed for the stairs.  Gloria hopped up the stairs and rang the bell. 
Carlos lingered behind.

   The door opened.  It was chained.  "Hi !  I'm Gloria Hopster.  I've
worked in the same industry as your girl friend for over ten years.  We
probably know some of the same people.  I'm here to offer you a tremendous
opportunity.  These opportunities come along only once.  This is the mega
Jackpot.  No shit !"

   Gloria turned and indicated Carlos.  "This is my friend Carlos Santiago.
He represents a consortium of gentlemen who would like to discuss the rumor
going around that your girl friend has seen a couple of the 9/11 guys in
the course of her employment.  Take a minute to discuss it with your girl
friend.  We'll wait down at the bottom of the stairs.  Turn on the light
and we'll come up and give you the skinny."

   Gloria joined Carlos down at the bottom of the stairs.  She was betting
a lot on this approach.  But she couldn't imagine a girl in this line of
business who wouldn't jump at the offered "Jackpot." This was 'Vegas.  This
was what these girls lived for.  The "Sugar Daddy." The free ride.  She was
confident that she had kept her reputation as "reliable" with "Snake" also.
He'd hear that Gloria talked her out.  She was that sure and was rewarded a
few minutes later when the porch light came on.

   Chapter Twenty-Two

   Linda Lancaster was freaked out.  She'd called work twice to confirm
that she wasn't on the schedule for the next month.  They couldn't live
without her pay check.  Her boy friend hardly made enough to cover the
apartment and his car payment.  Oh !  God !  She was scared.  How did these
people find her ?  She wished she was doing her work online.  A couple of
her friends in the business had moved online.

   Her boy friend was swallowing all of this "Jackpot" shit.  And this
Carlos guy was a big, almost black guy with a shaved head, who didn't look
like he took much shit off of anybody.  The girl, with him, was okay but
she still didn't trust them.  A helicopter to Lake Las Vegas and a month at
a private villa !  Servants, order whatever you want, water skiing, a cool
pool, sailing - all free.  She'd never done any of this shit.  If these
people could do this then they could make them disappear too.  She wished
her boy friend had never told his blabber mouth friends.

   Carlos was getting impatient.  He grabbed the quarter pound baggie of
marijuana slipped into the back of his jeans, under his jacket.  He waved
it around.  The girl was staring at it.  "This quarter pound is yours right
now.  All you have to do is fly out to Lake Las Vegas with us right now."
He pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket with his other hand.  It was
wrapped with a rubber band.  "10k.  It's yours when we land.  Another 10k
tomorrow if the story is true.  If not, you're back home tomorrow, 10k and
a quarter pound richer.  If it's true, it's the easy life for a month.  Who
knows ?"

   "Come on, Linda, get packed." Her boy friend demanded.  She backed into
her bedroom and was back in less than five minutes with a back pack.  Her
boy friend already had his.

   Carlos was out in front of the apartment, waiting for the cab.  It was
going to take the girls.  Headlights turned a corner about a block away. 
It was just a little after midnight when Carlos stepped deeper into the
shadows.  It was a cab.  Carlos waved him down at the last second.  The cab
came to an abrupt stop almost even with the 'Vette.  Gloria already had
them coming down the steps.  They left the front room light on.

   Gloria and the girl got into the cab.  It was rolling.  He guided the
boy friend to the 'Vette.  Rob Smith knew when to keep his mouth shut.  He
was pissed that Linda didn't see the opportunity here.  These people
weren't going to harm them in any way.  Linda truly believed that two of
the 9/11 hijackers were in the club last summer.  This was going to be
their ticket to big money.  Enough to hire someone to develop a web site
for her and update it.  Ten grand and the weed !  Carlos told her to leave
the weed at home; there'd be plenty where they were going.  She did, in the
refrigerator.

  
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   Rusty was five minutes out.  Carlos was sleeping in the co-pilot's seat.
The girls and guy were in the back.  He reported on the proper frequency
and received clearance.  The lights came on just as he was approaching the
pad.  It had been a while since Gloria had been out to the hacienda, as
they called it.  Then it was nothing like it was today.  Just the bottom
floor.  The wall which fronted the street wasn't even started.  Now it was
the signature feature of the property.  From the lake it looked like a
fortress.

   Gloria was excited.  Carlos told her that she would be staying at the
hacienda.  She just knew it would be party time.  She'd only met "Snake"
twice before.  Never had relations with him.  But nothing bad could happen
after tonight.  She was sure of that.

   Rusty led them across the bridge to the shore and up the lawn.  Gloria
was right behind him.  He was cute and about her age.  Carlos was bringing
up the rear.  The lights were off and, after the flooding of the landing
zone, they were almost blind.  Everything was black with strobes of light
arcing out away from them.

   The down stairs lit up and there was "Snake." Casey was standing next to
him.  There was another guy sitting on a bar stool, sipping a bottled beer.
When Gloria got closer she could see the woman, sitting on the couch.  Very
nicely dressed.  Not a professional.  Well, not her profession.

   The guests entered the "play room." "Snake" was heading toward the
prize. The woman was coming toward her.  Carlos was taking the boy friend
to the bar.  "Hi, Gloria.  My name is Colleen Gilbert.  I'd like to show
you to your room.  We'd like you to stay for at least a week or so.  That
is, if you like.  Follow me." Colleen lead Gloria behind the bar, carrying
her bag.  At the top of the stairs she turned to the right and led her to
Carlos' apartment.  They were all almost identical and had hidden rooms and
hallways that led to a number of escape routes.  She'd been at it all week;
learning the security arrangements and it was a never ending study because
the security changed almost daily.

   "Hi, Linda.  I'm `Snake' Edwards.  I've got a lot of friends in the
industry you work in.  I apologize for infringing on your privacy but if
what I've heard is true, then it's very important that we get you the
proper recognition.  We'll also protect your privacy and this is the way we
do that..."

  
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   When Gloria and Colleen came back down stairs the girl was gone.  The
boy friend was still drinking beer with Carlos and Rusty.  Gloria asked
Colleen, "Does Rusty have a wife or anything like that ?" Colleen had
become quite close with Rusty and also thought he was cute.  She'd made
three solo trips to the hacienda, in the co-pilot seat this week.  She was
almost a pro.

   "I don't think so.  But that matters little out here." She laughed. 
Gloria was laughing also.  "Snake" came toward them.

   "What are you two ladies laughing about ?"

   "Oh !  Just girl talk." Colleen retorted.  Both the girls continued to
laugh.

   "Gloria, I believe we've met before.  I want to personally thank you for
the service you delivered this evening.  I will make sure you are
remembered at the end of the month.  Colleen has told you how to order
meals ?  You've got your security card ?" The card was dangling around her
neck.  Gloria noticed that everyone had one.

   "Welcome, Gloria.  And please plan to stay as long as you like." "Snake"
leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.  Gloria glowed.  Colleen
expected it.  The upcoming weekend was three days long.  Veteran's Day or
something like that.  This was a big deal and "Snake" was having several of
his service buddies out for some quality party time.

  
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   It was Saturday morning, early.  The sun was just starting to lighten
the sky to the east.  Donna Kingston had just left a party with three guys
from Oregon.  They were all in their forties and were having a weekend away
from "mama." They'd drank liquor, smoked dope and ran around the suite of
rooms naked.  This was a real bachelor weekend, unfortunately they weren't
bachelors.  But the money was good.

   Donna was just passing through a yellow light at Pecos and Flamingo.  If
she had been driving a Corolla or Civic, the cop would have never noticed
her.  But she was driving the car of her dreams, a sporty, little Beemer.
Donna also has long blonde hair and a terrific body but the cop could only
see the hair.  Two minutes later Donna was pulling over and digging in her
glove compartment for her registration.

   The sketch of the subject, who "Vixen" Tina described to the artist at
Lake Las Vegas, was lying on the passenger seat.  The police officer
noticed it immediately.  It almost looked official and from what he could
see was even offering a reward.

   "What's that on the passenger seat, miss ?"

   Donna was confused as to what he was asking.  Maybe too much dope
smoking the night before ?  Anyway, the officer had her hand him the
sketch. He studied it for a few moments.

   "Where'd you get this ?"

   "Some guy was passing them out at some party I went to last night."

   "I'm going to keep this, miss."

   An hour later Donna emailed "Bonerboy." Daniel Haefner immediately
forwarded Donna's email to everyone involved.

  
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   Colleen had already read "Bonerboy's" email.  She didn't like the sound
of "the cops have it." Three of "Snake's" veteran buddies had shown up
yesterday.  Mike was down stairs with them now.  He'd arrived early this
morning with the skinny, dark haired girl in tow.  Mike just waved to her,
the girl came over to talk.  She was excited about the sailing they'd done.

   Colleen was jealous of the girl's adventures with Mike.  She didn't even
call him Mike anymore.  She referred to him as the "Yachtsman." All of the
guys here were older than she was.  She looked out around the pool.  It was
in the mid-seventies and it was almost mid-November.  No wonder people were
moving here in droves.

   Gloria was sitting on the side of the pool, dangling her feet in the
eighty degree water.  There was an old guy on either side of her.  Maybe
close to fifty.  She was wearing a skimpy little bikini, her breasts almost
totally bare.  Her buns were bare with just a string running up the crack
of her ass.  She was a well built woman.

   Jill Olson was down there also in a pair of shorts and a halter top that
hardly covered the small mounds of her breasts.  The shorts were so tight
that her cunt lips were clearly visible from here.  Well, maybe that was
Colleen's imagination ?  She remembered that night she had sex with them
all.

   She heard the beeps of the computer and looked out over the lake. 
"Snake" left right after "Bonerboy's" email arrived.  It had been over five
hours.  She'd slept alone last night although there'd been a pretty hot
party down in the "party room." She didn't hear "Snake" enter the
apartment. She waited up until midnight but went to bed after seeing him
downstairs opening another bottle of Jack Daniels.

   The helicopter was in view.  He might not even be on it, she thought. 
Then she saw Carlos and Casey running across the lawn toward the landing
pad.  "Snake" must be on it.  She rushed to the wet bar, in the corner of
"Snake's," office and pulled out a six pack of cold beer.

   The trio of them were walking up the lawn toward the pool.  Everyone at
the pool was watching them.  She met them at the pool decking and passed
out the beers.  Rusty was last but refused.  He told her he would have to
fly again.

   All three of them passed the pool without greetings or much of anything.
"Snake" kind of waved.  He had his cell phone plastered to his ear.  Carlos
was also on his.  Casey was just plowing along with them.  They went right
into the hacienda and climbed up to the second floor.  Colleen followed but
when she tried "Snake's" door, her key wouldn't work.  Fuck !  She'd been
excluded.  This must be - what ?  She didn't know.

   Chapter Twenty-Three

   Casey came downstairs about twenty minutes later.  Colleen was in the
den, watching a football game with Rusty.  She'd already started drinking.
Rusty had mixed her a margarita.

   "Rusty, time to go.  And "Snake" would like you to spend the weekend ?
What do you say ?"

   Rusty sprang off the couch.  He wouldn't mind spending a lot more time
with Colleen Gilbert.  A very hot looking woman even if she was close to
forty.  "Yea.  That would be real cool.  The packages at the airport yet ?"

   "No, but they're enroute."

   "See you tonight, Mr.  Swartz."

   "It's Casey when you're out here, fucking off.  Okay, Rusty ?"

   "Sure, Mr.  Swartz.  I'm on the clock right now." He was backing toward
the door.  "I can't wait for tonight.  Thank you." He was out running
across the pool decking.

   "How about casting off for me, Colleen ?"

   She almost asked where he was going but this last week had taught her to
keep her mouth shut unless she had something to say and according to Mike,
"a question is never something to say." "Sure, Casey." She jumped up off
the couch and followed him to the dock.

   Casey went right to the front of the boat and untied the rope.  He
turned to Colleen.  "Hold this and don't let go until I tell you to.  Then
I want you to toss it on the bow of the boat.  Got it ?"

   "Sure.  Got it."

   "I'm cruising over to the hotel and picking up some party favors.  Get
your suit on and get a little sun.  You've been working hard all week. 
It's stressful learning a new job.  Unwind a little, Colleen.  These guys
are all good friends of Eddie's.  He feels at ease with these guys.  There
are no pretenses here.  Mingle with the guys.  Make them feel important. 
That's why they're here.  They are important to Eddie."

   He cast off the back and jumped aboard.  The engine started with the
push of a button and settled right into a even sounding idle.  "Okay,
Colleen." She tossed the rope on to the bow as the boat glided away from
the dock.  She walked back to shore and heard Casey throw a huge rooster
tail as he accelerated away from the shore.  She turned to watch him.  The
nose of the boat was way up in the air.  It's tail churning up the water as
he turned west toward the hotel.

   She turned back toward the hacienda and made her way upstairs.  "Snake"
must be in his room.  She went to her room and quickly changed into her
swim suit.  No where near as tiny as Gloria or even as sexy looking as
Jill. Truth be told she'd be eager to join her and Mike tonight.

   The stripper and her boy friend spent most of their time in their room,
fucking and ordering weird combinations from the kitchen.  She imagined
they were smoking lots of weed.  Colleen was coming down the stairs.  Mike
was behind the bar.  She stood next to him and looked out at the pool. 
Jill was diving off the diving board, topless.  Gloria waited her turn. 
God !  Did that woman have a chest on her, like twin torpedoes.  Topped
with big round areolae, a light tan, with big cherry size nipples.

   "You're a little over dressed, honey."

   She reached over and grabbed Mike's ass.  "You're getting too accustomed
to all that idol worship."

   He laughed.  Mike Minter was mixing a batch of margaritas.  It seemed
like all his women drink tequila.  Like "Snake," Mike Minter drank Jack
Daniels or beer.  "Here, let's refill that drink of yours."

   Everyone would be real oiled when the party started.  She was taking a
sip when Mike rubbed his groin against her butt as he passed behind her on
the way to the pool.  She tried to swat his ass but he was too quick.  She
stayed behind the bar.  One of the old guys was racing across the pool
decking naked, his cock and balls bouncing back and forth.  He dove into
the pool and was swimming after Gloria who had stripped off her bottoms
before diving in.  The party was starting.

   She didn't hear him arrive but there he was, standing next to her at the
bar.  She felt him standing there before he spoke.  "Come on, beautiful,
time to introduce you to some of the men who served with the father who
raised me.  All Vietnam Vets.  Good people.  Many of them worked in the
casinos with my father after the war.  None of them ever knew my real
father."

   "First, you want to go upstairs and unwind a little before going out to
the pool ?  A little of the magic weed.  Come on, Colleen." He had his
hands on her hips above her bottoms.  Goose bumps were sprouting all over
her shoulders and the upper part of her arms.  She leaned against him.  His
hands explored her butt, inside her bathing suit.  Yes, she was ready to
go.

   They groped each other all the way to "Snake's" suite.  She could feel
the boner in his bathing suit.  He was rubbing her crotch.  She only
noticed the other guy after she was sitting on his desk with her legs
spread and "Snake" standing between them.

   "This looks like an employer taking advantage of an employee." The guy
on the couch laughed.  Colleen pushed "Snake" from between her legs and
jumped down to the floor.

   "Oh !  Forgot you were here, Uncle.  This is Colleen Gilbert.  She's
number four.  We had to branch out.  Too much legit shit going on." He was
moving to the bar.  "Colleen, this is Uncle Vinney.  My real dad's brother.
He's a big time lawyer with a real juice machine up north.  We did better
than dad !" He raised a glass of "Jack" high.  Uncle Vinney did the same.
Colleen raised her glass.  They all drank.  "Snake" started mixing
margaritas.  Colleen drained hers.

   She looked over at Uncle Vinney.  He had his legs spread and his bathing
suit was pulled up tight against his cock and balls.  His cock was a large
lump in his bathing suit.  Colleen looked away.  He was covered with dark
hair just like her husband.  Maybe all the guys with lots of dark hair all
over have big cocks ?  She giggled.  Uncle Vinney laughed out loud.  He was
well over fifty, maybe even sixty.

   "Snake" filled her glass.  She'd have to watch it.  She was getting
loaded already.  Well, she'd need to be well oiled to party with this crew.
She went over to the desk and looked out over the pool.  Gloria was
sunbathing in the nude down on the grass with two of the old guys.  Mike
and Jill were sitting in lounge chairs up by the pool.  Mike was smoking
some dope.

   She heard the swish of a lighter, close.  She turned.  Uncle Vinney was
standing very close, pulling on a small pipe.  He offered.  She accepted.
He was the same size as her husband but without the big belly.  "Snake"
filled a salt rimmed glass with fresh margarita.  He was looking at her
like he wanted to fuck her.  She looked back at Uncle Vinney.  His cock was
more prominent in his bathing suit.

   She wondered which one of them was going to start the warm-up.  She was
sure that's what this was.  She was going to meet Uncle Vinney and fuck
him. He was dark.  Not like Carlos but Italian like.  "Snake" was much
lighter, more olive.  The older one must dye his hair.  It was as dark as
his nephew's.  She was passing the pipe back and forth with him.

   "Is it possible, Ms.  Gilbert ?  Since this is Veteran's Day weekend. 
Well, is it possible that you might fuck a vet ?" He was holding out the
pipe.  It seemed to be swimming back and forth.  She shrugged her
shoulders. "Snake" was laughing.

   "Subtle, Vinney.  Always has a way with the women, my uncle." He
continued laughing between swallows of "Jack."

   She looked into Uncle Vinney's eyes and spoke very clearly.  "I don't
know.  What do you think, Vinney ?  Think you're going to score with the
hired help ?"

   Vinney leaned into her and kissed her lips.  His free hand went around
her waist.  She could feel him against her.  Her arms went up around his
neck.  His tongue was in her mouth.  He was a good frencher.  His hand was
in the back of her bathing suit, fingers crawling down the crack of her
ass. He broke off the kiss but kept his hand down her bottoms.  His boner
was huge in his shorts.  She was embarrassed.  Her nipples were very hard
and visible.

   Snake was out from behind the bar and coming toward them.  He was
obviously excited.  His hands went to her breasts and she threw her head
back against Vinney.  He was dragging her bottoms off and "Snake" had her
top off.  All she had on was her sandals.  Uncle Vinney had his hands
between her legs.  She was wet and juicy.  He found easy entry and was
fucking a finger or two in and out of her in moments.  "Snake's" mouth was
going from breast to breast, licking and sucking on her nipples.

   She was on fire and being consumed by her lust.  The men were naked now
and she couldn't quite remember how it happened.  Her hands were full of
hardening cock.  She went to her knees.  After all, she was sure this is
what they wanted.  She wanted to be in command.  They strengthened in just
moments.  Her mouth was slobbery and soaking their meat with saliva.  They
were hard and ready for more in just minutes.  Her mouth continued to water
as she sucked one and jacked the other one off.  Vinney was as long as
"Snake" but thicker than her husband.

   Like they had rehearsed it.  Vinney lifted her hips and she was bending
over with "Snake's" cock in her mouth.  She felt Vinney's fat cock against
her vagina lips and then he pulled her on to him.  She choked on "Snake" as
Vinney pushed his cock all the way into her.  She couldn't stand still and
started wiggling around.  His cock was the largest she'd ever had.  He was
full in her, his thumbs prying the cheeks of her butt apart.  She was full
of him.  "Snake" was fucking her face.

   "I can't believe you found somebody who could think as well as she
fucks. She gives wonderful head.  Pro like." Vinney was sawing his cock in
and out of her lightly haired vagina.  Her anus was visible between the
cheeks of her lean ass, lightly haired and puckered.  She was nice and
tight.  He loved the housewife type and this was a winner.  Her head was
bobbing on "Snake's" boner and he was just about ready to blow a load into
the woman's cunt.

   Vinney held her to him as his cock ejected four or five shots of hot cum
into her stretched cunt.  He could feel her spazaming around the meat he
had buried in her.  It was draining out of her.  He flexed and felt her
respond.  "Snake" was standing clear of her head, his boner tight up
against his belly.  He wanted seconds.  Vinney wanted to fuck the daughter.
"Snake" said she was spectacular.

   Vinney was cleaning off his cock with a towel.  "Snake" was drilling her
like a machine.  Vinney was sure he couldn't feel the sides of her cunt
with that pencil dick of his.  Vinney would like to see the daughter with
Carlos.  There was just something about that big, black cock of his.  He
noticed the boat was coming back toward the dock.  It as packed with
people.

   Colleen had her elbows on "Snake's" desk, presenting her ass to him. 
"Snake" was pounding her.  Vinney could see that Casey's wife and daughters
were getting off the power boat.  The rest he didn't know.  But several
he'd like to fuck.  He pulled his trunks back on and mixed himself a "Jack"
on the rocks while the two of them bellowed out their orgasms.

   Chapter Twenty-four

   Colleen was still bent over the desktop with her forehead lying on the
glass top.  Cum was draining out of her cunt.  She could feel it.  "Snake"
had pulled his cock out of her.  "Jesus !  You two are animals.  Do you do
this to all the hired help ?" "Snake" was cleaning his cock off with the
same towel Uncle Vinney used.

   Vinney called out from behind the bar.  "No, just the cute ones." She
was unsteady on her feet, looking out at the pool and lake.  The helicopter
was coming in for a landing.  It was full, all six seats.  Shit !  Her
husband was sitting in the co-pilot's seat and jumping out on to the
landing pad.  That blonde bimbo from the yacht was next and then her
daughter - HER DAUGHTER !  Fuck !  Colleen was bare ass naked, still wet
from sex with two men whose cum was dribbling out of her cunt.  She pushed
away from the desk.

   "You bastard !  What is my daughter doing here ?  My daughter doesn't
belong out here !"

   "Why not, partner ?  That's Casey's ex-wife and his daughters down there
mingling with my friends.  Come on, Colleen, get on the team.  Nobody's
going to force themselves on her.  Shit !  You know she's doing the next
door neighbor kid.  That's him down by the pool.  See the big titted girl
with him, recognize her ?"

   It was the teenage girl Kent was fucking at the store.  "Does my husband
know ?"

   "Snake" laughed.  Vinney was behind the bar, busting up.  "Not a chance,
honey.  And hubby hasn't been seeing her very often; which leads me to
believe that he may be fucking your daughter.  But then you wouldn't know,
would you ?  I could be fucking her for all you know."

   Colleen was pulling up her bottoms.  Her top was laying over the edge of
the desk.  She was sated.  The edge was off.  She wasn't nearly as drunk as
she thought (That would not be the majority opinion in the room).



   Down below, Rusty was leading a group toward the pool.  They were all
carrying overnight bags.  Her husband and her daughter were with the group.
So was Melanie Wright with her huge tits but her husband was hardly gawking
at her.  There was a crowd around the pool with Gloria and Jill, both
topless; and then there was Kerri Jones and Jake Morrison.  The stripper
and her boy friend with Casey's ex and daughters.  Carlos was rushing
across the yard toward the pool.

   "I asked Rusty to stay the weekend.  Okay with you ?"

   "Sure, `Snake,' I'm hardly a decision maker here."

   "Relax.  Enjoy your time without any responsibility.  What happened
upstairs before you entertained us wasn't a piece of cake, capice."

   "Are we in trouble because of the sketch ?"

   He laughed.  "No.  No.  We found the guy who was with the hijackers at
the strip club.  We weren't sure what to do with him for a while.  And the
cops were pretty sharp, figuring it out.  Not hard but impressive speed. 
So there are a lot of people out looking for this guy.  But we have him
located.  We're just not sure how to handle him.  Most vote for his
disappearance.  What good is he ?  We send a message by letting it be known
that a group of patriotic citizens offed him.  Nobody will ever prosecute
these guys.  Nobody will ever know who these guys are.  Then it's over. 
And clean.  Some fucking great organization, super short range planning and
great execution." He was justifying their action.

   Vinney was heading for the door.  He called back.  "Mohamed fuck face
sleeps with the fishes like that guy in the Godfather." The door slid open
and he was gone.  Colleen was fitting her breasts into the cups of her top.
"Snake" was wearing a pair of sailing shorts with a collared sports shirt.
She felt under dressed in her bathing suit.

   "Don't worry, you look great, beautiful.  That just fucked look." He
laughed.  She took a swing at him but he dodged it.  He led the way
downstairs.  On the way to the pool, she filled a salt rimmed plastic cup
full of ice and poured herself a generous amount of margarita.  Her
daughter was talking with that neighbor boy, who lived behind them.  He was
smoking a joint.  Her daughter was sharing !  They were passing it back and
forth.  She was fucking him !?  Carlos was talking with Kent.  In fact she
had seen Carlos run over and throw his arms around her husband when he
arrived.  That looked like trouble.

  
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   Kent was ecstatic, except for having to take Gina with him.  He was
still a little unsure what her mother would say about bringing her out
here. But Carlos ensured him that it was a family affair.  Fuck !  There
was Kerri !  What was she doing here ?  He quickly looked around for his
wife.  He couldn't find her.  And there was that neighbor kid who he shared
Gina with.  God damn !  Everyone, he was fucking, was here.  Jesus !  Would
his wife figure it out ?  But there were others, young ladies and a few
pros.  He was sure Melanie was a pro.

   He liked the look of the teenagers who were heading his way.  They were
the same ones who befriended Gina last weekend.  He'd fuck them all.  And
"Snake" said he had.  One of them winked at him as she walked by.  He spied
his wife coming around the pool decking with a margarita in her hand,
wearing her bathing suit.  Carlos was heading toward him with a couple of
beers in each hand.  Kent took two off his hands just moments before his
wife arrived.

   Colleen threw her free arm around her husband's shoulder.  "Thanks for
coming, darling.  But we gotta keep an eye on Gina, honey.  She's over
there now, smoking a joint with that kid who lives behind us.  I think he's
a pervert."

   Kent spit out a mouthful of beer and the spray went all over the pool
decking.  Someone yelled, "Alcohol abuse !" Kent straightened up.  If his
wife only saw how he took care of her daughter last weekend.  Pervert !? 
His wife would go ape shit if she watched her daughter suck cock for a
little while.  Now, momma was pretty good herself, if Kent was any judge.

   He put his arm around his wife and whispered in her ear, "You smell like
you just got fucked.  Am I falling behind ?  And, who is going to watch
your daughter ?" He slipped his hand down the back of her bathing suit and
ran a finger down the crack of his wife's ass.  It was slippery, greasy
even.  He knew she'd been fucked.  His cock grew in his swim trunks.  His
wife stepped away and slapped his hand out of her bottoms.

   "Don't you get in any trouble out here.  This is our livelihood." She
was flushed and realized that she was much drunker than she thought.  She
couldn't think of anything more to say and stalked away from her husband.
It was the last time she remembered seeing him until Monday at the
bar-b-que.  Kent watched her go.  He noticed she was heading over toward
Gina and the teenagers.

  
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   Gina saw her mother coming toward her.  She had a brand new joint in her
hand.  God !  There was a bowl full of them over at the bar.  Her mother
appeared very unsteady as she walked along the pool decking.  She had a
drink in her hand.  Gina noticed that the crotch of her mother's bathing
suit appeared weird.  When her mother got closer she could see that the
crotch of the suit did not cover her mother's crotch and that one of her
vagina lips was visible, covered with fuzz.

   Gina brought the just lit joint to her mouth.  Her mother had arrived
and just stood there.  Gina exhaled and tapped Jake, the neighbor kid, on
the shoulder.  He took the joint from her.  Smoke came out with, "Well,
mother !  I really do like your friends.  Now I've got some people my age,
to hang out with.  And your friend, `Snake,' said he could get me this
super job.  Thanks, mom." Gina hugged her mother.  Taylor Pine had briefed
her extensively on the phone last night, telling her exactly how to treat
her mother when she met her at the party.  She even told her not to worry
about drinking or smoking dope.  And she was right !

   "Just watch the adult activities, Gina.  I don't want to find you at the
bottom of the pool tomorrow morning.  Got me, kiddo !?"

   "Yea, mom.  No sweat." Gina wondered if she knew "Snake" literally
fucked the shit out of her last weekend ?  She doubted that her mother was
that cool.  She'd ask around before she became a wild woman, but from what
Taylor and Cyndi said; they'd be somewhere her mother would never be.  One
of Casey's daughters seconded that thought, saying she'd never ran into her
mother out here and she'd been partying here since she graduated from high
school.  She looked in her early twenties.

   The "Yachtsman" appeared out of thin air.  "Well, this must be your
daughter, Colleen."

   "Yes.  Mike Minter this is Gina Colgate.  Gina, Mister Minter."

   "Call me Mike, Gina." Mike handed her mother another salt rimmed dixie
cup with margarita in it.  Gina turned to find Jake talking with the tall,
skinny, dark haired girl, who was topless.  She remembered the first time
when he stared at her tits so much.  Her nipples hardened.

   She turned back and found her mother wandering off with Mike Minter.  He
had his hand on her butt.  Cyndi held out a joint and Gina took a rip. 
Taylor was next.  Her mother was sitting on the edge of the pool dangling
her feet in the water.  The guy she was with was trying to light this huge
pipe.

   "Hey, Cyndi, wanna do some lines ?" Cyndi was taking a huge rip off the
joint.  She nodded her head.  "How about you, Gina ?"

   Gina froze.  She'd never done anything other than marijuana and liquor.
The silence went on.  "Well ?  You in or out, Gina ?"

   "In." She took another hit off the joint and followed the other two
girls as they made their way toward the "play room" and up the stairs.

   Carlos was drinking with Kent but watching the girls carefully.  He
looked over at Kerri Jones.  A little heavy but she had huge tits.  He was
getting seconds on her tonight but that was okay.  He saw the "Yachtsman"
with Colleen down at the other end of the pool.  "Snake" was over talking
with the professional women and several of the vets.

   Carlos leaned over toward Kent, "Hey, buddy, how'd you like to give some
of that a little work out ?" He was indicating the young teenagers, making
their way through the "play room."

   Kent looked over at the teenagers.  "Yea.  I'd fuck'em all, buddy. 
Every single one of them." Kent took a swig of his beer and went back to
watching Melanie dive off the diving board.  It was almost totally dark
with just a pale sky to the west.  The temperature was dropping.  Rusty and
several other men were setting up a couple of big barrels and starting
fires in them.  People were getting out of the pool and standing around the
burning barrels.

   Chapter Twenty-five

   "Jake Morrison ?" Jake'd had his eye on her since he changed into his
trunks.  She'd been giving him the eye also.  Gina was talking with her
mother.

   "Yea." He was still wearing his shades.  She knew he was staring at her
tits.  It turned her on.  Her nipples erected.

   "I'm Jill Olson.  Daniel Haefner told me to introduce myself and make
sure you have a good time.  He's sorry he couldn't make it.  Some important
business, I'm sure."

   Upon hearing Daniel's name, Jake raised the sun glasses to his forehead
and stared the girl right in the eyes.  She was about his age, early
twenties.  He'd fuck her.  "I'm sure it was important to miss a party like
this.  I'd like you to thank Daniel or whoever had me invited."

   "Sure.  Sure.  No problemo, Jake.  You need a drink, beer ?" Jake shook
his head and took a big rip off a joint.

   "You got settled in your room ?  No problems ?"

   Jake was blown away.  He'd never been treated like this.  This had to be
better than first class.  Half the broads here were topless and he figured
it wouldn't take much to get them naked.  "Yea, sure.  Hey !  I'm blown
away here.  Thanks."

   Jill stepped aside just as "Snake" approached.  "Jake Morrison." He had
his hand out and Jake reached to take it.  He had no idea who the guy was
but figured anyone who knew him had to be in the know and somebody to show
deference to.  He gave the stranger a firm handshake.

   "`Snake' Edwards and you're welcome, Jake.  You've provided me with some
very valuable information in the past couple of weeks.  This is the way I
say thanks." Jake noticed that Jill had stepped about a yard away.  It was
just this "Snake" and him.  He thought he remembered Daniel mentioning
"Snake" once or twice ?

   "I hear only good reports about your distribution plan from `Yachtsman.'
You're working for Daniel, right." It wasn't a question.  "He tells me
you'd like to fuck Gina's mom.  True or just the usual bullshit that Daniel
slings around about other people's sex lives ?"

   Jake would have been very embarrassed if Jill was standing within ear
shot but she wasn't.  He kind of remembered saying something about fucking
the old lady.  "Yea.  The daughter's a hot piece of ass.  I'd do mother in
a heart beat."

   "Snake" just stared at him.  "Well, let me tell you, Jake.  Momma's a
hot piece of ass, too.  And Miss Jill will help you out with that chore. 
Just stick with her.  And thanks, Jake.  A little something special for
you." He patted Jake on the shoulder and was gone.

   "Snake" was moving away across the grass toward the hacienda.  Jill
moved right up to him with a cold beer in her hand.  Jake took the beer and
another drag off the joint.  Jill noticed the "Yachtsman" guiding Colleen
into the "play room." She noted the time.

  
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   Colleen had her arm around Mike's waist; he was feeling her right breast
and it was turning her on.  Both of her nipples were tight little bumps on
her chest.  The cold didn't help.  She'd been swimming and then standing
around the fire barrel when Mike came up behind her.  He whispered
something in her ear and then turned and walked up the grass.  Colleen ran
to catch up.

   The "play room" was lit and Colleen knew that anything that happened
down here was fair game.  She thought behind the bar was safe though. 
There were a couple of vets, sitting on the couch.  A couple of the
professional girls were giving them lap dances, naked.  Both of these women
were stacked, bouncing their tits in the vet's faces.  One of the vets was
naked and had a descent hardon.  The blender sounded.

   Mike was handing her another margarita.  He was smoking that huge pipe
of his again.  One of the strippers was going down on the naked vet.  She
felt Mike's hand on her butt.  Now it was sliding down the back of her
bathing suit, a finger running down the crack of her ass and right into her
cunt.

   "Oh !  Baby Doll, you've already been fucked, haven't you ?" He was
fingering her cunt.  She was sloppy, greasy, already fucked.  "Feel what
that does to my cock, baby." Colleen grabbed him.  He was hard as steel. 
"Turns me on, fucking somebody else's wife, who's already been fucked by
somebody else." She was stroking him.  She looked over and found both of
the vets naked and getting blow jobs.

   "You hungry, Colleen.  Come on, baby.  Grease the pole for me and I'll
slide it right in." Colleen looked back at the vets.  She'd be blocked by
the bar.  The vets would never be able to see her.  She dropped to her
knees and pulled the "Yachtsman's" trunks down.  His cock sprang out of his
trunks.  Colleen captured it with her mouth.  It tasted of cunt.  Mike had
his hands in her hair and was starting to fuck her face.  She couldn't stop
him.

  
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   "Oh !  Wow !  Gina, your mom's behind the bar sucking some guy's cock."
Taylor was standing right at Carlos' picture window.  It, just like
"Snake's", had a great view of the pool and lake.  It looked down on the
"play room" from the weight room vantage point but higher.  Gina leapt off
the couch and ran across the room.  She couldn't remember how many lines
she'd snorted.  And joints.  There was another huge bowl, full of them. 
Seemed like there was a bar every where.  The music was booming through the
room.  It was just the three of them with Casey's daughters.  She couldn't
remember their names.

   They were all still in their bathing suits with Cyndi up and dancing
around the room.  Gina's mom had bitched about her suit but if she saw
these !?  She laughed out loud.  Of course her mom has seen them.  She was
at the pool party this afternoon.  Giving a blow job !?

   She peered down into the "play room." Yes, someone was giving that Mike
guy a blow job.  Gina wasn't sure it was her mother.  He was really fucking
her face.  Like her mother's husband did to her last weekend when he caught
her fucking Jake.  Mike was pulling this woman up off the floor.  The woman
turned her face.  It was her mother, her tits hanging out of her top.  She
disappeared almost immediately into the stair well.

   Gina looked out at the pool.  There were just a few people around.  A
couple was fucking in the shallow end of the pool.  Gina couldn't tell who
they were.  She heard the door open and turned to see Carlos walk into the
room.  "Snake" followed him by a few steps.  They both headed for the bar.
"Everyone ready to party ?" Carlos called out as he moved across the room.
"Snake" already had a drink in his hand and came over to where Gina was.

   "How you doing, sweetheart ?"

   "Great, `Snake.' I'm really having a great time.  Thanks for having me."
Her mother had coached her.  She was proud of herself as she was rather
stoned; well, flying really high.  His shirt was open and she could see the
sparse dark hair on his chest.  Carlos was out from behind the bar and
heading her way.

   "Carlos, this is Colleen's daughter, Gina." Carlos leered at her
breasts.

   "Nice to meet you, Gina.  Wanna dance ?" She laughed but moved out into
the middle of the room.  Cyndi was now dancing around the room with her top
off.  She had big tits with tiny tan areolae.  Her nipples were small
little peas.  Gina started dancing around.  Carlos tossed off his shirt. 
His chest was hairless and his head was shaved.  He raised his arms above
his head as he humped his groin towards her.  His underarms were also
shaved.  Gina wondered if he was shaved all over.  She was getting used to
being with older men.  Well, there was her mother's husband and "Snake."

   Carlos moved closer to Gina and started touching her waist, hips;
humping up against her.  Gina humped him back and it wasn't long before
Carlos reached behind her and unhooked her top.  Her tits escaped below her
top as soon as it was unfastened, her nipples erect and hard; the areolae
all shrunk and prickly.  Carlos ripped off her top and slung it over into
the corner.  Gina really started grinding around, her hips wiggling back
and forth and to and fro.  Carlos started feeling her breasts and then he
was bending to suck on her nipples.

   Cyndi was naked and on her knees, sucking "Snake's" cock.  The other
three girls were getting out of their clothes.  The party had begun.  It's
just that not all the participants had arrived yet.

  
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   Uncle Vinney had been pouring margaritas into Kerri Jones for an hour
now.  It was very dark and the flaming barrel they were standing next to
was going out.  Kerri walked over to the bar and pulled a joint out of the
bowl.  She was still in her bathing suit with a big beach towel wrapped
around her shoulders.  She looked around but didn't recognize anyone by the
pool.

   Vinney moved over by Kerri at the bar.  "You want to go upstairs ?  I
think I know where the other girls are hanging out." He was staring at her
cleavage.  Her nipples were hard and had been for a while.  He'd been
talking about wanting somebody to house sit, do some light house keeping;
maybe go out with him occasionally ?

   "Weren't we talking about you needing a house sitter ?  I'm just about a
professional house sitter." This sounded like a much better deal than just
fucking Kent for the fucking.  She was sure this guy wanted to see her
tits. Shit !  She was sure as soon as he got her alone, he'd try to fuck
her.

   "Why don't we find the girls and talk about it on the way ?" Vinney took
her arm and guided her toward the "party room."

   Chapter Twenty-six

   "Snake" was laying back on the couch with Cyndi between his legs, dining
on his cock and balls.  He had a "Jack" on the rocks in one hand and a
large joint in the other.  The other girls were sitting, naked, beside him
watching Cyndi working on his cock.  He was erect and slick with her
saliva, her head bobbing up and down his pole.  Gina was still dancing with
Carlos.



   Carlos was tired of dancing.  He wanted to get into Gina's pants.  He
moved over to the couch and plopped himself down, pushing aside the girls
sitting around "Snake." He motioned for Gina to come to him.  She did and
stood between his spread legs.  She could see the size of his cock.  It was
right there.  She went to her knees and Carlos laughed a belly laugh.

  
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   Colleen was behind the bar with Mike, up in "Snake's" suite.  Mike had
pulled down her bottoms and stepped out of his shorts.  His cock was still
hard, sliding up and down the crack of her ass.  She wanted him to fuck
her.

   Suddenly the door came open and in walked Uncle Vinney and that bimbo
her husband was fucking down at the store.  She reached down to pull up her
bottoms but Mike wouldn't let her.  He laughed.

   Kerri Jones was still thinking about "house sitting" and didn't really
care who was in the room.  She did notice that it was Kent's wife, a hot
looking woman.  She was behind the bar and looked like she'd been busy
before they walked in.

   Vinney called out, "`Yachtsman,' can you vouch for this young lady ? 
I'm thinking of taking her home with me."

   Mike was still sliding his cock up and down the butt crack of Colleen
Gilbert.  Her cunt was slimy with so much cum in it.  "Shit no, Vinney ! 
I've never seen her before."

   Colleen blurted out, "She's fucking my husband, Vinney !" "Yachtsman"
started laughing.  So did Vinney.  He'd maneuvered Kerri over to the front
side of the bar.  He was standing behind her and playing with her tits. 
They were hanging out of her top, more like over the edge.  Her areolae
were huge and a light tan with big dime sized nipples.

   Kerri Jones was hardly freaked out.  She could see the Gilbert woman's
bottoms on the floor behind the bar.  Vinney was playing with her tits and
had been since they climbed up the stairs.  She was sure they were going to
all get naked.  She reached back and grabbed Vinney's rather large lump. 
It quickly turned into a good sized boner.

   Colleen was sure this was all planned but was too drunk and horny to do
anything about it.  She reached out and pulled on the young girl's left
nipple.  Mike bent her a bit and pushed his cock all the way into her.

   "Oh !  God !" Rushed out of her mouth as he started fucking her.  The
girl was getting turned on.  Two different set of hands were feeling her
breasts.  Vinney stepped away from the girl and dropped his trunks.  He
pulled the young woman away from the bar and led her over to the couch. 
Vinney pulled her top off over her head and then dragged her bottoms down
and off her legs.  Her legs fell apart and her plump, shaved cunt was right
there.  Vinney grabbed his cock.

   Kerri kept her legs spread.  Vinney was zeroed in on her cunt.  She was
very turned on.  The other couple were coming around the bar. 
"Yachtsman's" cock was hard and leading the way, slick with a coating of
cunt butter.  Kerri could see it glisten from across the room.  The woman
still had her top on but was naked below the waist.  Her bush was darker
than the light brown hair on her head but was cut short, trimmed.  Vinney
was still pulling on his cock.  It was huge.

   Colleen felt Mike unfastening her top.  It fell to the floor.  She was
naked except for her sandals.  Vinney was still standing between the
teenager's legs.  Colleen saw he was stroking his cock.  He reached for the
girl's head and she didn't waste any time at all before sucking about half
his cock into her mouth.  Kerri Jones knew how to suck cock.  Colleen could
feel Mike rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her ass.  Vinney was
fucking the girl's face, both of his hands in her hair.

   Vinney reached down and grabbed the girl by the arms, pulling her off
the couch.  Mike walked Colleen to the couch and sat her down.  He
immediately got up on to the couch on his knees and grabbed Colleen by the
hair.  Her mouth was filled with Mike's fat cock.

  
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   Jill Olson had Jake's hand and was leading him up the stairs.  Jake had
his shades up on his forehead, watching Jill's tight ass climbing the
stairs.  He was getting a woody.  He gave it a good squeeze.  At the top of
the stairs; she was waiting for him.

   The hall way was dimly lit.  Jake gave her a good lead as he didn't want
to walk into her.  He was pretty sure she was going to fuck him.  His woody
was getting stronger.  She was sliding her ID card into a slot in the wall.
And then she was through the door that slid open.  Jake followed.

   The room was all glass, it seemed.  Looking out over the pool and then
to the lake.  He could see twinkling lights off in the distance.  The light
in the room was very low, dimmer than the hall way.  There was a light
behind the bar on the left and then one on the huge desk near the glass
window.  Jake looked over at the couch.  Figures were coming into view.

   He could see the Gilbert woman sucking a very nice, big cock.  She was
sitting, naked, on the couch.  He recognized the guy feeding her cock but
had never seen the guy who was playing with the bimbo with the huge tits.
His cock was rapidly expanding in his swim trunks.

   "Looks like we're a little over dressed, Jake." She already had her
hands at his waist and was soon dropping his trunks.  His cock sprang out,
a very nice boner.  Jill hooked her thumbs into the waist of her bottoms
and off they came.  She dragged Jake across the room.  "This is your party,
Jake.  I'm going to warm up the main course.  Looks like Mike is keeping
her busy."

   Jill moved in front of the teenager and dropped to her knees between
Colleen's thighs.  She pushed her legs further apart and bent her head to
the woman's crotch.  The result was almost instant.  Colleen started
gobbling the cock in her mouth, her hips grinding her crotch against the
face that was between her legs.

   Jill had Colleen's cunt spread wide and was just licking back and forth
across her clitoris.  Her vagina was well reamed out.  She thrust three
fingers into the woman while keeping her tongue flicking back and forth
across her clit.  The woman was wild, like she was on the yacht.  She'd
fuck every guy here if they lined up at the door.  Jill pushed a finger
into the woman's anus while sucking on her clit.

   The "Yachtsman" motioned for Jake to jump up on the couch.  Jake thought
this was crazy but then remembered fucking her daughter last weekend.  His
boner bounced around as he moved up on to the couch.  Ms.  Gilbert was
still sliding her lips back and forth on this big, fat cock.  The
"Yachtsman" pulled the woman's mouth off his cock and turned her mouth. 
Jake took a hold of his dick and guided his cock head to her mouth.

   Jake threw his head back as the woman engulfed his cock and began
sucking his brains out through the head of his dick.  "Jesus !" was all he
got out.  The Gilbert woman was humping her crotch up into the dark haired
girl's face and giving him the best head he'd ever gotten.  Oh !  He had to
do right by these guys !

   Colleen was close to exhaustion.  She'd been cuming for a while now. 
She had a different dick in her mouth.  The girl had stopped eating her. 
Someone took their dick out of her mouth.  She tried to get up to her
elbows but then was rolled back and entered.  It was hard cock in her.  She
humped up into it.  Jake was in the sprint mode.  He didn't think he could
stop.  She was mush.  A mushy fuck and he was driving his cock in and out
of her.  She was moaning and groaning and then Jake was blowing his load
into her.  He fell away from her, sated.

   Jill was handing him a cold beer and offering him a lit joint.  His cock
was hanging down on his testicles.  The "Yachtsman" was fucking the hell
out of Gina's mom.  He'd fucked her !  Mother and daughter !  He'd like to
fuck Jill.  He put his hand on her hard ass.  Jill looked over at Jake and
reached for his cum soaked dick.

   Vinney pulled Kerri away from couch.  He'd been here long enough.  Time
to find the real party.  Kerri didn't care if she was naked.  She couldn't
imagine anyone having much on at this time of the evening.  The door opened
as they approached.  It was Rusty and Gloria Hopster, both were naked. 
Jesus !  That hooker had a great set of tits.

   Vinney stopped about half way to Carlos' room.  "Come on, baby.  Down on
your knees.  Let's see how you suck cock." Kerri was only too happy to
comply and dropped to her knees.  Her mouth devoured Vinney's cock and kept
eating more and more of his hardening dick.  He had Kent Gilbert beat by a
good deal, at least an inch and thicker.  He was forcing his dick into her
throat.  She choked, gagged and forced him out of her mouth.  She was
gasping for air.

   "Come on, gargle that cock, baby." She had more control this time and
gave Vinney some very satisfactory head out in the hall way.  She was
trainable and had such great tits.  He was palming them while her lips
gobbled up his boner.

   He wrestled her to her feet and down to Carlos' door.  In they went. 
Gina was bent over, grabbing her ankles, while Carlos buried his face
between the cheeks of her butt.  "Snake" was fucking one of the girls at
the other end of the couch.  Kerri knew this was where the young set was.
They were all naked like she was.  Vinney's cock was hard as steel.

   Gina was wiggling her butt around as Carlos' fingers explored her cunt.
She could see another couple coming into the room, could hear "Snake"
fucking one of the sisters.  They were both skinny with small tits.  Carlos
was ready now that Vinney was present and accounted for.  The guest of
honor would be along shortly.

   Carlos pulled Gina's bottoms all the way off and continued to assault
her crotch with his fingers.  She had a nice hairy little snatch, loved to
suck cock and had a great butt.  He was hard and wanted to fuck her.  He
stood and pushed his cock between the cheeks of her butt.

   "Come on, baby.  Stick it in." He could feel her warm vagina envelope
his cock head.  He grabbed her hips and filled her with cock.  The contrast
between her white butt and his black skin was tremendous.  He pushed all
the way into her, spreading her butt cheeks with his thumbs.  There were
lots of little, curly pubes growing around her anus.

   Carlos slowly started fucking his cock in and out of her.  Both the
girls, getting fucked, were making quite a racket.  Vinney wasted no time
maneuvering his bimbo to the couch and the old men started fucking the hell
out of the teenagers.  It was quite a party that Kent Gilbert walked in on
twenty minutes later.  By then Gina was on her knees sucking on Carlos'
dick while Vinney fucked the hell out of her fat behind.

   Chapter Twenty-seven

   Kent was naked and drunker than hell, following two strippers down the
upstairs hallway.  They'd been partying down in one of the stripper's
rooms. He was totally lost but didn't care.  He was sure these two bimbos
were going to sandwich him at any moment.  God !  They had nice tits.  He
stroked his cock a bit.  Earlier each of them had gargled his cock and
balls then finally his semen.

   When the door slid open, "Snake" was fucking Gina as she gargled
Vinney's cock.  Kent knew he was at the real party now.  The room was
filled with naked teenagers.  Several were coming toward him, pulling him
over to the couch.  Carlos was standing there, his black cock dangling down
on his balls.  Kent just noticed that it was his wife's daughter who was
getting double teamed on the couch.  Two young things were pulling on his
cock.

   Kent put his arms around the teenage nakedness and let them play with
his penis while he watched Gina get fucked real hard.  The girls went to
their knees and now they were sucking his cock, taking turns.  He was
getting hard again.  He'd be able to fuck some tight, teenage snatch. 
Vinney pulled his cock out of Gina and motioned for Kent to take his place.
Kent hardly skipped a beat; dropped to his knees and drilled his cock into
Gina.

   She was mushy and full of cum.  The thought passed through him that his
wife's daughter was getting gang banged.  The other teenagers were sucking
cock or getting fucked.  It was a fucking orgy !  Fuck !  Kent had never
partied like this.  Never ever.  Kerri Jones was getting fucked by "Snake."
It made him a bull, rutting himself in and out of his wife's daughter.

  
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   Jake Morrison was just about finished fucking the Gilbert woman in the
ass while she rode on the "Yachtsman's" cock.  He couldn't believe how
tight her asshole was !  She was a wild woman !  Jake was getting ready to
cum again.  He spread her cheeks with his thumbs and drove his cock in and
out of the woman like a machine.  Here it came !  One, two shots of cum
rocketed up Colleen's butt hole.  The rest was dribble.  It was his third
load and Jake was shot.  The "Yachtsman" seemed like he could go on
forever.

   Jake walked over to the bar and found a beer and another bowl of joints.
God !  This was good weed.  He inhaled.  Jill walked over to him and held
out her hand for the joint.  He thought he might get it up again.

   "Come on, Jake.  Let's go to the real party.  You had enough here ?"
Jake coughed out a whole lung full of smoke.  It was a minute before he
could speak.

   "Oh !  Come on now, Jill.  I just filled a lot of fantasies here.  I
can't imagine..." Jill was dragging him toward the door.  Shit !  He was
naked !

   Ten seconds later they walked into Carlos' room and Jake nearly coughed
up another lung full of smoke.  There must have been twenty or thirty
people in the room and almost all of them were naked.  Guys were getting
blow jobs right in the middle of the room.  Another guy by the bar, another
blow job.  Three young things were getting fucked on the couch.  It almost
looked like a production line.  Blow jobs over here.  Fucking over there.

   Some girl was getting doggie fucked at the far end of the room.  Jill
grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bar.  She reached over and pulled a
cold Miller light out of a sink filled with ice cubes.  They shared and the
joint too !  It was a while before Jake noticed that one of the girls on
the couch was Gina.  Shit !  Her old man was fucking the girl next to her.
This had to be the party of parties.

   Jill noticed the interest Jake was showing the girls on the couch.  She
dropped to her knees and grabbed a hold of a very alive penis.  Her mouth
started working it's magic as Jake watched his neighbor friend get her eyes
fucked out.  Another guy was moving between her legs.  Her cunt was a
gapping hole between her legs.  Jake was getting a very nice boner as
Jill's lips slid up and down his pole.  One of his hands was in her hair.

  
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   The "Yachtsman" pulled Colleen off the couch.  She came into his arms.
Her words were very slurred.  "You let me be nasty again, Michael.  It was
your fault this all happened." She was leaning against him as they made
their way down the hall.  Carlos' door slid open and the guest of honor was
about to arrive.  It was nothing but an all out orgy when they arrived. 
Several rushed Colleen and the "Yachtsman" let her be spirited away to the
couch.

   The couch was pulled out into the middle of the room and now it was a
real gang bang.  Guys were lining up and stroking their dicks.  Lots of
ladies were on their knees, sucking cock.  Marijuana smoke was lingering at
about eye level.  There were still only two lights on; the light on the
desk and the one behind the bar and they shined up into the ceiling only.
It was very hard to tell who was fucking who.

   "Snake" was at the bar, drinking more "Jack." It was almost time to hit
the rack.  He had to be in town for a meeting tomorrow afternoon.  Sunday
afternoon.  Very unusual.  Very hush-hush.  Why else would Vinney be here ?
"Yachtsman" appeared out of the darkness.

   "Snake" laughed.  "The woman's here ?"

   "Of course.  I always deliver.  Guaranteed." "Yachtsman" lifted his
glass.

   The Gilbert woman was bent over the back of the couch, getting her ass
fucked off by a guy fifteen years her senior.  A couple of guys were
cheering him on.  This couldn't go on much longer.  This crowd would sleep
until sundown tomorrow.

  
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   Kent woke with a pounding headache.  It was painful turning over.  There
was a woman in bed with him.  He wondered who it would be ?  Snap shots of
last night flashed through his head.  Sandwiching his wife's daughter and
then later fucking his wife as she was bent over the back of the couch. 
Jesus !  His wife's daughter was getting gang banged on the front side of
the couch.  He doubted that either knew the other was there.  But he fucked
them both.  So did plenty of others.  He watched them.  Never in his life
would he be at a party like last night.

   The woman next to him rolled over.  It was his wife, Colleen.  She
looked old next to the young pussy he'd been fucking.  And let's not forget
that Miss Colleen has been keeping up her half of the bargain.  He didn't
think she was fucking many fewer.  Kent rolled on to his back and started
snoring.  He didn't wake again until after nine Sunday night.  Colleen was
gone.  Where ?  He had no idea.

  
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   Gina woke up once in the middle of the afternoon and had to take a piss.
She was in the room she was assigned to and there was nobody with her.  Her
head was pounding, her cunt was sore.  So was her asshole.  Her jaws ached.
There was a joint on the night stand.  She tried to sit but the pain in her
head drove her down into the pillow.  Only the thought of the medicinal
properties of the magic weed rose her from the dead.

   Two hits and she was feeling a bit more normal.  She remembered getting
fucked on the couch.  Three, four, five times ?  She lost count.  The other
girls got their share too.  And then there was her mother.  Fucking "A" !
Her mother was a hot lady.  But then Gina thought she was too.  Gina had
better tits and her mother knew it.  A better butt too !  "Snake" loved her
butt.  He reamed her out good last night.  She could still feel his cock
wiggling it's way up her butthole.

  
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   Jake rolled over and found Jill sleeping next to him.  He had to piss
and jumped out of bed.  He didn't feel too bad.  Probably shouldn't have
had that last beer.  His stream was hitting the water.

   She was in the doorway.  "Hurry up, Jake.  I gotta piss." Jake laughed
and pinched off his stream.

   He bowed.  "After you, my queen."

   Jill laughed as she scampered to the toilet.  Jake wandered into the
other room and lit up a new joint.  He was on cloud nine.  He couldn't
imagine having a better time anywhere, any time.  His penis flexed on it's
own when he imagined his last moments last night.  He was fucking the shit
out of one of the strippers with big tits.  She was on her knees and Jake
was behind her just fucking her senseless, her tits swaying back and forth
as he pounded his dick in and out of her.  Jill was on her back with her
head between his legs, licking his balls.  He felt like he could fuck
forever.

   Jill came up behind him and reached around for his prick.  It was
getting hard.  Jake came out of his day dream.  His cock was sore.  He
reached for her cunt.  She backed away.  Just a circled forefinger and
thumb were manipulating him.

   "I'm sore.  Only a hand job or a blow job." Jake laughed and moved away
from her.

   "Let's get something to eat.  I'm starved." Jill laughed and headed for
the shower.  Jake followed.

  
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