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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 5 of 12
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF M+F+ 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.

   More Juice !

   Book V

   (MF M+F+ oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Thirteen

   Melanie Wright was bored with the party although there were several guys
here that she'd like to hook up with.  Cyndi Forest left her side abruptly,
walking purposely toward several girls who just entered the front room. 
Two of them were hanging together over by the coffee table, someone was
calling to get them a drink.  Both of them were very nice looking.  One of
them had to be Darleen Masters; twenty years old, married with a baby and
needed more money than her husband could earn.  Cyndi had done her
homework.

   Melanie hoped it was the one on the right.  A little shorter than the
other one but she had a bigger bust.  Guys liked more than a handful.  Her
hair was dark, shoulder length.  Too much lipstick and eye shadow.  A
little sluty looking.  Melanie glanced at her phone.  There were two
messages.  One was from a guy she had no intention of calling back, about
some event two weeks from now.  Get serious, she laughed.  The second:
From: "Snake"
To: All
Looking for a unique and new experience for a weekend at the hacienda.

Must enjoy all.  A good group, I imagine.  Email me only.

   Melanie looked across the room.  It appeared Cyndi was trying to
separate the one with the nice tits away from the other one.  Melanie
brushed against Cyndi as she walked by on her way to the door.  She left
the apartment and walked down the stairs to the ground floor.  It was still
warm out.  The "Hacienda" would be great this time of year.  She walked to
the car and let herself into the back seat.

   In less than a minute, she could hear the two of them talking and then
saw a flash of them in the rear view mirror.  The rear door on the side
away from her opened.  Darleen got into the back seat, visibly surprised
that there was anyone else there.  Cyndi slammed the door closed, got into
the front seat and immediately started the car.  They were a block away
from the apartment complex before Cyndi called from the front.

   "Melanie, this is Darleen Masters.  She might be interested in working
for you.  Darleen, this is Melanie Wright.  This is the lady you need to
talk to."

   Melanie stuck out her hand and the girl shook it.  Good first step. 
Business like.  Melanie looked straight ahead.  Cyndi kept driving.  The
girl stayed silent.  Another good omen.  They were well away from the
apartment complex.  The freeway was just ahead.

   "Get on the freeway, Cyndi, and head to Green Valley." Melanie was
leaning forward on the front seat.  The car accelerated onto the freeway.
She turned to the girl, sitting next to her.

   "Darleen, a unique opportunity has surfaced.  A very important guy is
looking for a young lady just like you to share his weekend with.  New. 
Fresh.  You could be that lucky young lady.  Sorry but a little pressure
here.  You free for the weekend ?"

   "Yea." She was looking right into Melanie's eyes.

   "Twenty-five hundred cash for the weekend.  You go with what you've got
on.  We'll provide everything else.  Still okay ?"

   "Yea."

   "Okay then, the tough ones.  Anything that you just won't do ?  Like
take it in the ass ?" Melanie was still looking right into her face.  The
girl shook her head back and forth.  "Do girls ?  Just nod your head." She
did.  "Probably be about six, maybe eight ?" Hesitation.  Like she was
thinking whether the money was enough.  Finally she nodded.  She was
committed.

   "Take us to that Seven-Eleven on Valle Verde and Sunset." She called to
Cyndi.  To Darleen, "When we get there you get out and get yourself some
toiletries, whatever." Melanie held out a hand full of twenties.  She then
started texting "Snake." She looked over at the girl who was clutching the
twenties in her hand.  About five six or so.  Probably a hundred and a
quarter.  Good handfuls of breast meat filled the pull-over top she was
wearing.  Jeans, a small purse and low heeled sandals.  Probably a thong on
beneath the jeans.  A good looking lady.
From: "Butterbutt"
To: "Snake"
Good looking, dark haired, married twenty year old with nice tits
interested in earning extra coin.  Just met her.  A classmate of Cyndi

Forest.  Interested ?

   She looked over at the girl.  "Waiting for your lucky number to come up
right now, darling." They were pulling into the Seven-Eleven.  Darleen got
out of the car after they parked and headed toward the double doors.  "Give
her a hand, Cyndi." Cyndi jumped out of the driver's seat and ran to catch
up with the nice looking butt that just entered the Seven-Eleven.

  
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   The sound of the shower filled the bathroom when she entered.  The steam
was thick.  It was "Snake's" private shower.  She'd used it before.  In
fact, had fucked them all in this shower.  She laughed as she stripped off
the robe she was wearing.  She'd shared a joint and drink with him before
he offered the shower.  She was very high.

   She thought he would join her but he didn't.  She even washed her hair.
And more important, trimmed her bush and douched.  His private bathroom was
really extravagant.  She loved it and had a big fluffy towel wrapped around
her while drying her hair when he entered the bathroom.

   "You gonna be long ?" He yelled over the hair dryer.

   She shook her head.  He left the room.  His phone was buzzing.  He
walked to the desk, picked up the phone and brought up the latest message.
It was from Melanie Wright.  He quickly fired back to her.
From: "Snake"
To: "Butterbutt"

   Like what I read.  A picture ?

   Less than a minute later another email arrived.  The attachment was a
photo of a very nice looking young lady, to be sure.
From: "Snake"
To: "Butterbutt"

   Send immediately.
From: "Snake"
To: All

   Call off the hounds.

  
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   Forty minutes later, Melanie Wright directed Cyndi into an underground
garage behind one of the "strip" properties.  She instructed her where to
park and then told the other girl to get out of the car.  Darleen followed
Melanie as she headed down a ramp into a gated section of the garage.  It
was dark but Darleen could start to see some light ahead.  What the fuck
was she doing here ?!  It was the money, of course.  It took her husband
two weeks to earn twenty-five hundred.  She kept following the woman in
front of her.

   There was an elevator on this level.  Melanie was dialing her cell
phone. Darleen just glanced around.  She was scared.  Felt like backing out
but didn't see how she could.  And when did she get the twenty-five hundred
?  She couldn't overhear what the woman was saying into her phone but still
had hers.  If anything went south she could call someone.

   Melanie turned and put her cell phone away.  "You are one lucky girl,
Darleen.  He loves your name.  Anyway, don't get the idea that every date
is like this.  This guy is going to treat you like a queen compared to
most. Your tip will probably double the twenty-five hundred if he likes
you. And that's all up to you, honey.  Have a nice weekend, Darleen."
Melanie turned and walked away toward the ramp that led to where the car
was parked.

   The elevator door opened.  Darleen looked back at Melanie.  She'd almost
disappeared up the ramp.  The elevator waited.  She stepped in and looked
around.  There was only two buttons.  She figured she was down so she
pushed the up button.  The doors closed and off she went.

   "Snake" was waiting by the elevator door.  The door opened and there she
was.  He liked her immediately.

   "Darleen, welcome, welcome.  You look lovely.  Just follow me, please."
Three doors later they entered a very plush office with a big huge glass
desk.  Darleen had a hard time keeping her eyes off the desk until she
looked up.  Wow !  What a tremendous view through the floor to ceiling
windows at the end of the room.  The 'Vegas Strip.  She moved toward the
window.  Where was the man ?

   She looked behind her but couldn't even locate the door they just came
through.  The whole wall appeared to be book shelves, packed with books. 
She turned further.  She'd lost her host.

   "What would you like to drink, young lady ?" She found him behind the
bar, nestled between two plush sofas.  She looked about.  "Throw your purse
on one of the sofas." Darleen did and then ponied up to the bar.

   There was two one thousand dollar bills spread out over what she was
sure was five one hundred dollar bills on top of the bar.  "They're yours.
Better put them away in your purse.  What'll you have ?"

   Meekly, "A margarita ?" "Snake" Edwards just smiled at her while she
turned her back and put the money into her purse.

   "Commin' up, Darleen.  My name is `Snake' Edwards.  My wife and I are
going out to a fabulous estate on Lake Las Vegas for the weekend.  So I
thought I'd bring you along to keep my wife's boy friend occupied while I
fuck her."

   She remained a few feet away from the bar and stared at him wide eyed.
"Snake" was getting a boner already.  She was totally clueless.  He loved
it.  Carlos would love it too.  He'd requested Colleen and Gina, her
daughter, but such a newbie would be just as good or better.  Plus he
couldn't bring himself to pop the question to momma.  Carlos had been
bragging to him about Miss Trina, the TV weather girl.  "Snake" had even
started watching her weather forecasts.

   "Here, Darleen." He pushed her margarita across the bar.  She ponied up
again and took a good swallow.  "Snake" came out from behind the bar.  You
could see the bone growing down his left pant leg.  He encouraged it.  He
was standing close to her.

   "So what brings such a hot looking married mamma to my office ?  You're
gonna spend the weekend with me...Right ?" She took another swallow before
answering.

   "Probably the money, don't you think." She smiled at him.  He put his
hand under her left breast and gave it a good squeeze.  A nice size breast.
About the size of Colleen's.

   "How about taking my cock out of my pants ?" He was now running his hand
back and forth across her breasts.  Her nipples were starting to show in
her blouse.  She was reaching for his fly.  It was coming down and her hand
was in his fly, fishing around for his cock.  She had to unbutton his
slacks to get his cock out of his pants.

   "Here she is.  Meet my wife, Darleen." She jumped and pulled her hand
away from his crotch, leaving his cock poking out of his open pants. 
"Snake" was laughing.  "You're perfect, darling.  Now come over here, get
on your knees and suck my cock."

   Chapter Fourteen

   British Columbia, Canada

   "Yachtsman" was stripped to the waist and sweating like a pig.  The
girls and Jay had packed this shipment much better and tighter than in the
past but the bundles were heavier.  Or maybe he was just older ?  He
laughed and crammed another one down into the now almost full keel.  He'd
been at it three nights and was nearing the end.

   Jill Olson peered down on him as he worked in the cooped up area under
the decking.  "Time for a cold one, Mike ?"

   He yelled up at her.  "Another half hour and I'll be done.  Meet you in
the water then." She backed away from the hole in the floor and moved into
the galley to check on the charge in the batteries.  They'd had the solar
panels up for two weeks but the cloud cover up here often made it an
exercise in futility.  Both battery banks were above ninety-seven percent,
though.  "Yachtsman" claimed that he'd seen ninety-nine but a lot of his
stories were fish tales.

   Jill moved topside and fired up number one computer.  Three minutes
later she was checking the weather.  Low clouds, drizzle, low visibility;
all the ingredients they were looking for were just days ahead.  A big,
slow cold front would hopefully allow them to exit unseen.

   They were docked about three miles from the coast, up this small inlet
that was barely deep enough to take the "Viper" when she was loaded this
heavy.  It would be touch and go in some places.  She could hear
"Yachtsman" closing up down below.  She stood and shed her jeans and sweat
shirt.  It was a little cool and her nipples erected immediately, sharp
points on her white breast meat.  There was a triangle of dark hair at the
juncture of her thighs.

   Jill stepped to the rail and jumped overboard just as Mike Minter
climbed topside.  She could hear him laughing even under water.  He
splashed into the water less that ten feet from her moments later and found
her, his hands finding her pussy and then it was over.  She was in his arms
with her legs wrapped around him.

  
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   Mindy Weathers and Anderson Davies were in a Canadian Naval helicopter
and on their way to the surveillance ship.  It was waiting for them just
off the coast of British Columbia.  There had been only one message out of
this area since the intercepted message several days ago.  Both of them
were positive this was the sail announcement.  They were betting their
careers on this one.  This was a lot of somebody else's money.

   That message had been sent at midnight last night and they were sure
that it signaled the ship would sail soon.  How soon ?  Who knows ?  The
lights of the surveillance ship were now in sight as they bounced through
the night sky.  They had begun a descent and were just over the ship.  It
was straight down now.  They landed with a thump.

   They were met by the usual dignitaries and rushed to their quarters. 
Agents Weathers and Davies were then escorted to the ship's main briefing
room where they were familiarized with the equipment they would be using to
track the suspected trafficers.  The ship had been in the area for
forty-eight hours and had not encountered any traffic coming out of the
many inlets that dotted the coastline up here.

   Agent Davies started the briefing with a history of their suspicions,
including the intercepted message.  Agent Weathers completed the briefing
with their most recent information and their belief that the sail date was
very soon.  The crew became quite excited about the prospect of busting
these nefarious drug runners.  Now came the waiting.

  
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   It was close to midnight before she met Mrs.  "Snake." Her name was
Colleen and she was a strikingly good looking, sandy haired woman but then
the guy was a stud with a very nice, long dick.  Dark wavy hair, olive
complexion.  Not Hispanic.  She couldn't place it.  The woman was white. 
Both of them in their forties somewhere ?  The woman had walked in on them
just moments after he stopped her felatio.  He was even put away and zipped
up.  The wife was wearing a white dress that buttoned down the front.  She
appeared naked under it.  He had on a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. 
Darleen felt under-dressed in her jeans and tank top.  The wife told her
not to worry about it, she wouldn't be wearing clothes long.

   The woman was guiding her to the elevator.  "Darleen, everyone is going
to love you.  `Snake' gets a boner just looking at you.  Says you give
great head." Colleen dropped her hand to the young lady's jean covered butt
and gave it a good squeeze.  Darleen shied away just a little.  "Oh ! 
They're gonna love you, honey.  Save me a little for later, will you, hon
?" The last was whispered into her ear as they descended to the garage. 
"Snake" was waiting.  He was driving to the airport.  Rusty was waiting
with the helicopter.

   Colleen knew her role in this.  She rushed the girl into the back seat
of the limo and they headed up out of the garage.  Both the girls were
hiding on the floor.  "Snake" was dressed as a limo driver.  It took almost
twenty minutes to get to the airport.  Traffic was shitty.  Rusty had the
chopper running.  "Snake" parked the limo while Colleen escorted Darleen to
the helicopter.

   Darleen was screaming, "Oh !  Wow !  I've never done this !" She was
excited.  Colleen was thinking the young thing probably hadn't done a lot
of what she was going to do this weekend.  She assisted the girl into the
back seat and helped her strap in.

   "Snake" walked to the pilot's side and motioned for Rusty to slide over
into the co-pilot's seat.  Rusty set the controls to neutral and carefully
transferred seats.  He still controlled the helicopter from the co-pilot's
seat.

   "Snake" was strapping in.  Both of the girls had their headsets on.  He
looked into the back seat.  Colleen gave him a thumbs up.  So did Darleen.

   "I've got the machine, Rusty."

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

   Rusty keyed the mic.  "Vegas Tower, Viper One is ready to taxi with
victor."

   "Viper One, you're cleared to Taxi north.  Take off will be to the east,
VFR." "Snake" had already lifted off and they were moving north about five
feet off the ground.

  
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   Not a breath of air was moving around the farm house, which was actually
the old barn that Jay found here when he bought the property with some seed
money from "Snake." You could see light between some of the slats that made
up the walls of the old barn.  It was surrounded by a forest of pine and
other trees that made it hard to find unless you were familiar with the
area.

   If one were to get close enough to the barn without the motion sensors
giving the inhabitants a heads up, you'd be able to spy several naked
people inside having sex on a number of couches and stuffed chairs.

   "Yachtsman" was sitting on a love seat, bare ass naked with a very big
hardon growing out of his crotch.  Pattie and Megan were on their knees at
his feet, taking turns sucking on his cock.  Jay Whitman was sitting in one
of the stuffed chairs.  Sandy, the big titted one, was riding his cock. 
Jill and Cathy were sucking on Sandy's tits as she fucked herself on and
off Jay's cock.

   "Yachtsman" started laughing.  Jay was smoking a big hand rolled joint
while Sandy was squat thrusting over his cock.  Jill still had that
grotesque black strap-on dangling from her crotch.  He got to his feet,
pulling his cock from Megan's mouth.  He pulled them both to their feet and
arranged them both facing the couch, he'd been sitting on.

   "Bend over, girls, and put your hands on the seat." His boner was
bouncing around as he inspected their rear ends.  Both were small breasted
with very slim hips and nice butts, both brunettes.  He had a finger in
each, rubbing his boner against their fannies.

   There was a commotion behind him.  Jill had decided she wanted some cock
and had wrestled Sandy off Jay's cock.  Cathy had taken the opportunity to
impale herself on Jay's cock.  It looked like this could go on for quite
some time.

   Mike Minter had just buried himself in the rear end of a very tight
cunt. Oh !  It felt great.  He slowly built up his rhythm until he was
giving the young thing in front of him everything he had, slamming his cock
in and out of her like a machine.

   He felt the rubber dick bouncing against his ass and slowed his rutting
of the bent over woman in front of him.  Jill whispered in his ear.  "Let's
share, `Yachtsman.'" Mike wasn't quite sure what she meant but yanked his
cock out of the one he was fucking and moved to her friend.  Her butt was
just as nice.  In just moments Jill and Mike were fucking the shit out of
Megan and Pattie.

  
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   Space was tight on the ship and Anderson was bunking with several crew
members.  His waking hours were spent in the operations room with Mindy. 
They were both invested in this operation, both career wise and
emotionally.

   It was close to midnight of their second night on the ship.  Anderson
was anxious.  Agent Weathers was anxious also.  Neither of them slept worth
a shit on the boat.  Anderson turned over on his back and tried to get some
sleep.

   Down in the operations center, Agent Weathers was pouring herself
another cup of coffee.  She found a comfortable chair and sat.  Just past
one in the a.m.  Agent Davies joined her in the operations center.

   Chapter Fifteen

   Trina Sanchez was high on cocaine and bare assed naked having just
fucked Carlos.  Her perspiration was just starting to dry.  She was
chilled. God !  She loved his cock.  She felt shitty telling her fianc, it
was over last week.  But she couldn't go back to him.  Really, what do you
say to a guy who you were going to marry ?  "I found a cock that makes
yours look like...What ?" Carlos' cum was still oozing out of her vagina.
She was sitting against the headboard of this huge water bed.  The ceiling
was all mirrors.  She loved watching when he was on top of her, fucking her
senseless.

   Carlos got out of bed right after he fucked her.  She thought he might
be in the bathroom.  This was the second weekend she'd spent with him.  She
could hardly go back to her betrothed after last weekend.  At least he
didn't make a scene, didn't argue.  Didn't even ask why or whatever.  She
wasn't sure she was in love with Carlos but knew she wasn't in love with
her fianc,.

   She thought she heard a helicopter.  Carlos walked into the bedroom
naked.  He started going through the clothes on the floor to find his
jeans.

   "Better get dressed, babe.  That's got to be `Snake' or maybe Casey ? 
We might have to party this weekend." Last weekend they'd been alone and
he'd fucked the young Latino TV personality ten times, well a couple of
those were blow jobs.

   He found his jeans and was pulling them on.  She watched his cock
disappear as he buttoned up his jeans.  She sat up and let the sheet fall
into her lap, baring her breasts to him, huge pillows of brown breast meat
fanned out over her chest.  Her areolae, four inches across with nice slugs
of meat for nipples, were nice and dark against her natural tan.

   Carlos came over bare chested and kissed her.  Trina slid her hand up
the inside of his thigh and grasped his crotch.  He was half hard and she
stroked it as his tongue dug around in her mouth.

   "Come on, Carlos.  Lock the door and fuck me again."

   He pulled away from her.  "Come on and get dressed, babe." She frowned
at him as he backed out of the door.  He was gone for just a second or two
before she bounced out of bed and went through the clothes on the
floor.....

   ....."Snake" and Rusty were tying down the helicopter.  The girls were
waiting for them on the grass.  The hacienda was dark but "Snake" knew they
were here.  It was just before one a.m.  "Snake" noticed some lights come
on down stairs.  Carlos was up and getting ready to party.

   Rusty and Darleen led the way as the four from the helicopter walked up
the grass to the pool.  The pool lights flashed on.

   "Carlos is here with Trina Sanchez.  Ever watch her on TV ?  Does the
local weather." "Snake" started.

   "No, I don't believe I've caught her act." Colleen returned.

   "Well, she's a lot like Darleen here." He nodded toward Rusty and
Darleen walking in front of them.  "Apparently she just ended her
engagement with a school teacher in town and is quite smitten with Carlos.
I thought we might welcome her to the family."

   Colleen laughed out loud.  Rusty and Darleen looked back at them. 
"You've got to be kidding.  Welcome her to the family, my ass.  You two
want to gangbang her."

   "Snake" laughed and returned with, "Of course you're right.  Anyway was
hoping that you'd join us with Rusty and Darleen obviously.  Although Rusty
seems a little steamed that he has to share you with the rest of us."

   "I don't see a problem with that.  It's not like I have a lot of
suitors. My husband hardly spends any time at home now a days.  Rusty and I
were going to get together this weekend before you invited me out here."

   "Well, you and Rusty can fly back now if you'd rather." "Snake" looked
up and saw Carlos, bare chested, opening the doors to what Colleen called
the "Play" room.  He waved.  "Snake" waved back.

   Colleen was waving also.  "Shit no, `Snake,' I'm staying here to watch
the perversities."

   "What about Rusty ?"

   "Ask him yourself." Colleen called back to him as she ran ahead to
thrown her arms around Carlos, who was standing in the doorway.  He smelled
of pussy.

   "Snake" smiled as Rusty made the introductions.  The look on the new
girl's face was precious.  Her eyes were big and wide as she shook hands
with Carlos.  He towered over her.

   The five of them moved into the "Party" room and "Snake" immediately
went to the bar and started mixing a batch of margaritas for the ladies. 
Rusty was sipping on a beer and Carlos was smoking a huge joint.  While
they were all bellied up around the bar, Trina Sanchez made her entrance
down the spiral stairs behind the bar.

   "Why hello, darling !" "Snake" called out when he saw her at the other
end of the bar.  He shoved a margarita down the bar to her.  Introductions
were made and everyone was drinking.

   "Snake" made the first move.  Trina was standing with Carlos.  Colleen
was with Rusty so "Snake" grabbed Darleen and pulled her behind the bar. 
The other four were arranging themselves on the couches in front of the
bar.

   Once Darleen was behind the bar, "Snake" wasted no time running his hand
down the back of her jeans.  Indeed, she was wearing a thong and "Snake's"
fingers crawled right down the crack of her ass.  In just a few moments
"Snake" had two fingers working in and out of her cunt from the back door.

   Darleen was starting to get turned on.  Here she was standing behind the
bar with someone's husband and he was fucking a couple of fingers in and
out of her cunt.  She reached over and in very short order had "Snake's"
cock out of his slacks.  She started stroking his shaft.  It was almost
funny, giving this guy a hand job while his wife was sitting about three
yards away.

   "Snake" whispered in Darleen's ear.  "I want you to get down on your
knees and suck my cock, honey." She'd done this before at his office.  She
was on her knees in a second and had his slacks down around his ankles in
one fell swoop.  "Snake's" cock was bobbing up and down but Darleen had no
problem capturing his boner with her mouth.  She started sucking the very
nice cock, sliding her lips back and forth along his shaft.  It was getting
slippery with her saliva.

   Colleen almost laughed when the young lady disappeared behind the bar.
She put her hand on Rusty's thigh and he covered it with his.  His smile
was a mile wide.  He'd figured it out too.  Rusty had also figured that
they were all going to fuck Trina.  He looked over at Carlos and Trina. 
Carlos had his arm around her and was casually groping her breast.  God !
It was huge.

   Colleen followed Rusty's gaze and realized that the Latina weather lady
didn't have a clue that she was going to participate in her first gangbang.
She got to her feet and went to the bar.  Might as well get real loaded. 
She poured herself a drink as she watched Darleen suck "Snake's" cock.

   "Snake" pulled Darleen's top up over her head and threw it over on the
floor at the end of the bar.  Her bra followed.  She kept sucking his cock.
Colleen continued to watch.  She could smell the hemp Carlos was smoking.
The girl must be smoking it too.  Probably coke, too !

   "Snake" pulled Darleen to her feet.  "Get your jeans off, honey." She
complied.  Colleen was impressed with the young girl's body.  She had an
ass on her like her daughter's.

   Darleen was naked with just her sandals on.  "Snake" had three fingers
playing roto-roter in her vagina.  She was wet and greasy.  He'd stepped
out of his slacks and kicked off his loafers.  "Take this drink over to
Carlos and then give him a lap dance." Darleen reluctantly dropped
"Snake's" cock and took the drink in her hand.

   Colleen turned and put her back to the bar.  Rusty must have moved
because he was rippin' on Carlos' blunt.  Darleen came out from behind the
bar bare ass naked.  Trina's eyebrows rose a bit and then her eyes opened
further as Darleen approached Carlos.

   Even though he'd fucked Trina less than an hour ago, Carlos was getting
hard watching the nude, young woman coming across the room with his drink.
"Snake" was holding his glass high.  Carlos grabbed his cock.  Trina
noticed and just then realized that everyone was probably going to end up
naked.  She reached over and grabbed Carlos' cock as the naked girl handed
him his drink.  Trina worked Carlos' cock out of his jeans and was jerking
him off before the girl got to her feet on the couch and started dancing.

   Continued in

   "More Juice !"

   Book Six