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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 12 of 12
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF Mf+ oral)
Language: English
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permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to

the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   More Juice !

   Book XII

   (M+F+ oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Thirty-Four

   Jill Olson watched as two bare, naked girls jumped off the diving board.
A naked Casey was chasing them and he had a boner bouncing in his crotch.
He had already fucked some bimbo behind the bar while the party raged
around him.  Jake was lighting up another joint.  He was watching his
friends dragging Rusty, the helicopter pilot, off toward the "Hacienda." He
was a little surprised but then felt Jill's arm slide around his back.

   "The tall skinny one is cute.  Turns me on, too." Jake reached around
her and squeezed her butt.  "Do you know her ?"

   "Yes, Jill, I do.  Let's go see if we can pry her away from Rusty."

   The girls were in the bar with him, drinking margaritas like water. 
Jill went immediately right up to the young lady and whispered in her ear.
Jake just watched as Tilly and Cathie threw themselves at the helicopter
pilot.  Jill and Karen were now laughing.

   Rusty looked over at Jake, "Hey, you seen Colleen Gilbert around ?" Jake
vaguely remembered seeing her and "Yachtsman" heading upstairs a good while
ago.

   "Nah...You want to party ?" Rusty smiled and put his arms around Tilly
and Cathie, nodding his head up and down.  Jake moved over by Jill.  He
took Jill by the hand and pulled her toward the couch.  Karen followed
them. Jake was getting a boner as he walked.  He remembered Jill from the
last time he was here.  She fulfilled his each and every dream.

   Jake sat on the couch, leaving room on each side for Jill and Karen. 
Rusty was doing the same across from him.  The couches were huge and almost
filled the TV room and bar.  Jill started it by pulling Jake's swim trunks
down past his knees.  She had a little help.  Jake lifted his hips and his
boner bounced around a lot.  Karen grabbed a hold of it and started jacking
him off.  Jill was up and getting out of her bathing suit.  When she was
naked she went right to Karen and started taking off her suit.

   Jake was watching the three across from them.  Tilly and Cathie were
naked and Tilly was going down on Rusty.  Cathie looked like she had her
tongue half way down Rusty's throat.  Jill was now down on her knees
spreading Karen's legs apart.  Her hairy loins were right there and Jill
wasted no time burying her face in the girl's crotch.  Jake stroked himself
a couple of times and then got up on his knees on the couch.  Karen was
quite turned on and eagerly gobbled up Jake's hardon.  Of the three, Karen
gave the best head.  Jake started fucking her face as she wiggled around
with Jill's face plastered to her crotch.

   Jill was smothering herself in the young girl.  She needed to be fucked.
She came up for air and watched the girl swallowing Jake's cock.  She cried
out, "Come here and fuck me, Jake !" Jake looked down at her and slowly
pulled Karen's mouth off his cock.  It was slick with her saliva.  He was
down on the floor with her, behind her.

   Jake pushed Jill's face back into Karen's crotch.  All her pubic hair
was wet and curly, her cunt wide open between her legs.  Jake grabbed
Jill's hips and ran his cock up and down the crack of her tight, padded
butt.  He spread her cheeks and found a growth of kinky pubes growing
around her asshole.  He sucked on his thumb and then slowly pushed it into
her butt.

   She was tight and kept gobbling on Karen's snatch.  The girl was shaking
her head back and forth on the back of the couch as Jill devoured her cunt.
Jake pulled his thumb out of Jill's butt and guided his cock head to her
anus.  One push and he was in.  A muffled sound came from between Karen's
legs.  Jake pushed in further and then started fucking her.

   Jill was about ready to cum.  He was sawing his cock in and out of her
asshole, his balls slapping against her cunt lips.  Jake could feel crew
cut of Jill's vagina scratching his testicles as he pounded her.  It
wouldn't be long now.  He pushed into as far as he could and here it came.
One, two, three, four spurts of cream flooded her anus and she became very
slippery.  Jake pounded faster, his pubic hair being drenched with his
semen squirting out of her tight butt hole.  Jake spread her butt apart and
watched as he stroked his now shrinking cock in and out of her anus.

   Jake leaned back on his haunches after dragging his limp dick out of
Jill's butt.  Jill continued eating Karen's pussy as he dragged himself
back up on the couch.  He saw that Tilly was sitting on Rusty's face while
Cathie bounced up and down on his cock.  He didn't think that Rusty could
last much longer.  He was arching his back and Cathie was fucking herself
on and off him like a jockey, her breasts bouncing around erotically. 
Tilly was smothering him with her twat, her little titties tight with
excitement.  Jake was getting another hardon watching the perversity.

  
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   The 767 was descending.  They were both asleep in first class.  The
decision had been made almost immediately after Agent Weathers called in
and reported their failure.  Earlier the two of them had made the pain
stakingly slow trip onto the island and searched in vain for an hour or
two. They found the ferry on the other side of the island and assumed that
the two of them had taken it to the peninsula.  This whole operation had
become a series of mistakes each leading to failure.

   Anderson came awake when the landing gear came down.  Mindy didn't come
awake until they landed and turned off the runway.  The flight attendant
was telling them that they could turn on their electrical equipment. 
Anderson turned on his cell phone.  He had voice mail.  It was coming up on
eight in the morning in Washington D.  C.

   "Report to the office as soon as you land." He recognized the voice.  It
was the chief of operations.  They'd have their asses handed to them now.
Mindy was listening to her phone.  Anderson leaned back against the head
rest.  The cabin door opened and Anderson rose to get his bag.  He'd be
glad to be back home for a while.  Maybe he and Mindy could get back to
fucking.  He'd missed it a lot.  They were inside the terminal.

   "What'd your message say ?" Mindy asked as they weaved through the crowd
of the terminal.

   "Report to the office ASAP.  Fuck !  I could sleep for a week."

   "Mine told me they're sending a car for us.  They must know something we
don't."

   "Other than we're losers..." She elbowed him in the side.  It hurt. 
They were silent until they found the driver waiting for them by the exit.
"Take my bag, Anderson.  I'm hitting the rest room.

   Forty-five minutes later they were confined to their cubicle, writing
their after action report.  They were given an hour.  Shit !  What was the
hurry ?  They swapped each other's work with fifteen minutes to go and did
a little cutting and pasting until the two narratives married together. 
They were finished with five minutes to spare.

   The briefing room was almost full when they entered.  Their report was
submitted over the department intranet and most agents in the room had
probably already read about their exploits.  Mindy took a seat at the rear
of the auditorium.  Anderson sat with her.  They both felt that everyone
was staring at them, the failures.  They were so close yet victory eluded
them.

   The chief of operations was talking with the chief of intelligence at
the podium.  The chief of ops looked at his watch and then stepped up on
the podium.

   "Could I get everyone's attention.  Check your cell phones off and
Anderson, could you get the doors." Anderson jumped up and rushed to lock
the doors.

   "First off, all is not lost.  I was the one who sent Agents Weathers and
Davies to the west coast with bare bones support.  I felt, and so did the
chief of intel, that the dope would be on the boat.  They'd dock and we'd
bust them.  I made some incorrect assumptions and we came away with egg on
our faces.  Customs is pissed because we left them out of it until the last
minute.  The harbor master has already complained about usurping their
authority.  This guy Minter is captain on quite a few very wealthy vessels
in Newport Harbor.  All of them belong to or are leased by 'Vegas casino
interests.  They squire around the real big spenders when they're tired of
gambling."

   He took a sip of water and then continued.  "What you see behind me is
surveillance video from the airport.  We've had it for about ten hours. 
We've searched to no avail.  But if you watch this gate video closely
you'll see two figures dart down the entry way to America West Flight 7890
non-stop to guess where ?" Behind him the loop of gate four at John Wayne
Airport ran and ran again.  The more you viewed it the easier it was to
pick up the two figures.  No way could you identify them.  They were just
shadows rushing down the entry way.

   "The time line works out almost perfectly.  They had a good driver and
we figure they doubled back across the bridge." He looked up, into the back
of the auditorium.  "You two probably drove right by them when you started
pursuit.  They were in 'Vegas by the time you quit and reported in." Mindy
and Anderson felt like fools.

   "So where does that leave us ?  Right after the failed customs
inspection, chief of intel decided to request satellite surveillance of the
harbor for the night before.  Now the coverage gave us only eight snap
shots and only one that was valuable." An overhead shot of the harbor
appeared on the screen.  "This is a shot at zero two thirty.  Infrared is
all we have but it turns out that we were lucky, very lucky."

   Chief of ops used a laser pointer to point to a blob of return.  "This
dock is about a mile and a half from where the `Viper' was boarded seven
and a half hours later.  Chief of intel believes that this is a group of
people unloading the `Viper' and loading the weed into a truck which is
located here.  The next satellite showed no activity at all.  The boat and
the truck are gone.  So they were a step ahead of us all the way.  If we
checked this guy's log, I'm sure we'd find that he was no where near the
encounter with the Canadians.  These guys are pros with a high degree of
operational discipline."

   "So we are now in the process of sending a larger team to Las Vegas. 
Twenty-four hours after the unloading of the `Viper' a lot of very high
grade weed has shown up in all the hotels.  Locals said it's been a while
since they've seen so much quality weed in town.  So we're gonna put a
little more effort into this one.  That's all for now.  I'd like to see
Agents Weathers and Davies up here before you leave." The screen behind the
podium went dark.  The room lights came up.

   Anderson and Mindy moved forward to the podium.  The chief of intel
broke away from the chief of ops.  "You two are going to a couple of agency
courses and then we're plugging you into the 'Vegas scene.  The first
course doesn't start for a couple of months.  Take some time off.  See you
two in a couple of months.  Now get out of here !"

   The two agents rushed to their cubicle and were out of the building in
under ten minutes.
   end