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Subject: {ASSM} "Yamashita's Gold" - (M+f+ oral)[1/4] A Willy Tamarack Story 
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   @(C) 2002 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!! WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my earlier writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
earlier works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they 
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people 
live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as 
anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat 
each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                   Part One
                                 (M+f+ oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot.  I was sleeping alone but sharing 
the night with the past...Shit !  Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....

    General Yamashita Tomoyuki stood on the ridge line and watched the hundred 
or so Filipino slaves carrying the gold bars up from the beach.  The Filipinos 
had dug a deep trench, a ways back from the cliff, in the thick jungle that 
grew on the top of the bluff.  The gold bars were laid end to end in the 
trench, the Filipinos piling them one on top of the other.  It was quite an 
impressive sight but Yamashita had watched similar operations in several 
different places around the archipelago called the Philippines.

    He hated the fucking place.  The people were so lazy and worthless.  He 
couldn't see what the Americans saw in this jungle of idiots.  McArthur 
pledging to come back and liberate the islands !  What a crock...Not one of 
them worth a shit.  Well, the women were decent fucks...He'd give them that.

    Off in the distance, on the edge of the cliff, there was a commotion of 
some sort.  Yamashita assumed one of the slaves collapsed carrying his load to 
the top.  His second in command rushed over to check on the disturbance...

    ...Philban Estoban had just about had the course.  He'd made thirteen 
trips to the top.  Each time carrying six gold bars, weighing a little over a 
kilo a piece.  Now...Fifteen pounds or so doesn't seem like much to you and me 
but to Philban, who weighed under a hundred and ten and hadn't had a decent 
meal in over three weeks, it was like carrying a ton.  He was sure the Jap 
fuckers were going to kill them all after they carried the gold to the top of 
the cliff.  That pissed him off.  Nobody would ever find it buried in the 
jungle at the top of these cliffs.  In less than a season the jungle would 
claim the bare space, they cleared with their bare hands...Would hide the 
trench, they dug with their bare hands, and the gold would remain here for a 
very long time.  He was sure of that.

    Philban grew up around here...Had never wandered too far from his 
ancestral roots.  The Japs were a long way from home and Philban figured 
they'd lost the war.  That's the only reason they'd be hiding the gold.  If 
they were confident of winning they wouldn't be hiding it...They'd be shipping 
it back to Nippon...But instead, the riches of Southeast Asia were transported 
to their very poor country and then buried to help Nippon rise again...That 
really pissed Philban off.  He figured he was good for one more trip but had 
no intention of making it.

    Philban handed his pack to another Filipino, who was placing the bars in 
the trench.  The load was one bar short.  The other Filipino noticed 
immediately, panicked and looked toward Philban.  So did the Jap guard.  
Philban broke for the cliff side at full speed, which wasn't very fast in his 
condition, and lunged over the side.

    His body caromed off the cliff side several times on the way down.  The 
crumpled remains lay on the rock beach...All but dead.  Surprisingly, Philban 
didn't allow the jarring, his body absorbed on the way down, to steal his 
precious cargo.  His hands were wrapped around the gold bar like vice grips.  
Faintly he heard the shots from the top of the cliff.  Philban was sure the 
guards would be upon him in minutes.  His legs pushed against the rocks on the 
beach.  His hands never relinquishing their prize.  The water was so close.

    A good, strong four or five foot swell was building up on the reef that 
lay off shore.  It crested about a hundred yards from the rock beach and 
pealed off in a perfect right for about a quarter of a mile until finally 
rising up, throwing itself over and crashing on to the rock beach.

    Philban was so close...So close.  The wave made the Japanese guards back 
off a ways.  After it crashed on to the shore, Philban disappeared into the 
white water.  The wave, like it was claiming a son, dragged his broken body 
back into mother ocean but Philban's hands never relinquished their prize.  
This was one gold bar that General Yamashita Tomoyuki would never get his 
hands on.....

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    I was paddling to the left.  The wave broke to the right.  I had this spot 
wired and knew exactly when to jump to my feet.  I was up and sliding into the 
tube.  I cranked the board around hard to the right and immediately started 
moving toward the nose.  It was low tide and the wave was thin, almost 
transparent.  I was really moving along the face of about a chest high wall of 
water, my hand in the wave to slow my progress and move me to the crest of the 
water collapsing in front of me.

    The wind was almost totally off shore, holding up the face of the wave for 
me.  I shuffled a little closer to the nose...Both feet about a foot from the 
tip of the board.  The speed was exhilarating...Then the bottom dropped out 
and I caught a rail.  I was airborne and tucked as I hit the surface of the 
ocean.

    I came up gasping for air.  Shit !  Wipe out !  The sounds of "Dick Dale 
and the Deltones" flooded my brain.  I dinged one of our boards last week at 
this same spot.  I kicked my feet to get the upper half of my body out of the 
water, trying to find the board.  There it was, washing up on the rocks about 
a hundred feet from where I was.  I felt the bottom with my feet and slowly 
made my way to shore.  The fucking bottom here was all rock and coral, really 
fucked up your feet.

    The board appeared to be ok, thank God.  Dale'd kick my ass if I dinged 
another one.  The back pack was where I left it and I gathered it up as I 
moved down to where the board was laying on the rocks.  The smoke filled my 
lungs and euphoria quickly crept though my body.  This was the first weed I'd 
grown on the island...Nothing like the shit I grew back in 'Vegas but descent 
weed.  I had a whole plot growing up in the jungle...Shit !  It grew almost as 
fast here as in the "weed room" back home...Just not as potent.  A more 
controlled environment, better fertilizer...Shit !  Who knows ??

    I didn't start growing until about three months ago.  Fuck !  I'd smuggled 
a couple of pounds all across the Pacific, through Tokyo and finally here - a 
small village on the coast of the Philippines.  I'd been here a little over 
six months and really liked the place.  No hassles, lots of horny women, great 
surf, warm weather and warm water...What more could I ask for ??

    Let me tell you a pound of bud lasts a long time if only two guys are 
smoking it, even if they get loaded everyday...Almost all day long...And we 
usually did...Dale Haggerty ("If Candy is Dandy.....") and I.  Well, the girls 
get loaded a little too but not like we do.  I started laughing like 
crazy...Why ?  For no reason, I guess ??

    My day dreaming transported me back to when I arrived.....

    .....I walked almost all night after waving my JASDF air force buddy 
off...Until I came to the small village.  I slept in the high grass, almost up 
to the hammock I'd strung between two trees, maybe they were two different 
branches of the same tree ?  In the morning I grabbed the bus and headed off 
West.  My destination was on the tip of some archipelago and just about as 
small as the village I started in.  The trip took almost all day and three 
transfers...Fuck !  What a bummer !  I was running out of gas.....

    .....In Tokyo...At the end, I had guys begging me...For ten thousand an 
eighth...Now it was in yen but still easily convertible on the black market 
for lots of green dollars...And the fucking movies...Jesus !  A couple of 
hundred thousand...In good ol' Uncle Sam dollars.  I was laden down with 
another, more sturdy back pack, with a wood frame...Fuck !  That money weighed 
some pounds.....

    .....I walked the last hundred yards to the beach and looked out at the 
waves.  Perfect blue, green water met my eyes and about a half a mile away was 
a point reaching out into the reef.  Along the point I could see a guy, just 
ripping.  I guess the boards made it ?!  I could feel the rush of being safe.  
Dale'd been here a little over six months and swears by it...Now that I'm 
here, I was glad I took his advice.  It was perfect.

    As I walked toward the point, I passed several men congregating in front 
of what looked like the general store.  I waved.  They waved back.  There was 
a huge dish on the roof of the store and you could hear somebody on CNN 
talking about the trial in the Senate.  I started waving as I approached the 
end of the point.  Dale was waving and pointing back off toward the village.

    The three young women were running toward me, yelling.  I could hardly 
hear them.  Slowly their sounds became words.  "Willy...Willy."  It sounded 
like "Willeeeee".  I started laughing and walked faster.  They were Dale's 
friends...At least that's what he told me in his last e-mail.  Three of them, 
all just in their teens.  They jumped up and down around me, the "Willy's" 
sounding like chanting.

    I sensed Dale padding up behind me...Felt his hand on my shoulder and just 
barely heard him whisper, "Willy...Glad you made it, man."

    "Thanks for the offer, Dale.  I needed to get away."

    "Yea...Right...Probably some pissed off father trying to kill your ass for 
turning his daughter into a stark raving nympho."  He laughed a real quiet 
laugh.  We were walking toward a small house with a tin roof.  It was warm.  I 
was sweating like a pig.  The girls were running ahead of us.

    "Nah...A little hairier...I'll tell you about it later.  Who're your 
friends ?"

    "Aaaah...Let's get you a stick and do a little sliding first."  I tried to 
tell him I was wiped out but he wouldn't take "no" for an answer.  When we 
entered the house...It was really just one large room.  The kitchen was 
against the far wall and on the right was a drape that covered the corner.  I 
figured that was the bathroom, maybe the toilet.  They probably showered 
outside ?

    Along the wall to the left was a mahogany rack and in it were the other 
three surfboards...All waxed and ready to go.  The girls had the back pack and 
Dale was holding out a joint to me.

    "My last of your shit !  I saved it for you !"  I took a hit, walked over 
and dug around in the back pack for a moment.  I pulled out a package that 
weighed about a quarter pound.  I threw it on the table and pulled out the 
pipe.  The five of us got very stoned and Dale and I never did go surfing but 
ended up showering with the girls and then...Well...

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    I didn't get their names straight for a few days...The five of us were out 
in front of the house.  The shower was just around the corner...A nice wood 
job.  Dale and I had taken his wheel barrow into the general store, about a 
mile away.  We came back with water and another six pack of coke.  We were 
both stoned as dirt and the fucking water was heavy as shit.  Out of our 
clothes and into the shower.  I got first dibs and I don't mean of the shower 
either...Well, that too !

    She hardly came to my belly button...Just cute as a bug.  Short dark hair, 
bangs above her eyes...And her eyes, so dark and mysterious.  She led me by 
the hand and then her hands were lowering my jeans.  I was getting hard just 
watching her.  My cock was out and she was smiling.  I stepped out of my pants 
and she was stepping away from me and drawing her shift up over her head.

    She wasn't wearing any underwear and my cock was parallel to the ground.  
Her breasts were just bumps of skin with quarter size areolae, the nipples 
tiny buds...Hardly darker than the surrounding skin.  She still had baby fat 
and a deep indentation for a navel.  Her pubic hair was short and straight, 
dark against her brown skin.  It looked like she was tan all over and I was 
stroking my cock.

    She pulled me into the shower stall and the water started flowing.  Her 
hands were jacking me off and I felt like king kong.  She couldn't get them 
around my cock and let me tell you...By no means of the imagination do I have 
a big dick.  I found the soap and started soaping her up.  When she got my 
cock slippery her hands took off at warp speed, Dr. Spock.  I was jerking 
against the walls of the shower and filling the tiny cubicle with the moans 
and groans of a man on his way to the promised land.

    Dale and his other two friends were waiting their turn, laughing and 
giggling.  When the stars disappeared, I realized Dale was talking to me.

    "...Aaah...Stoner...You gonna take all day ?"  There was a burst of 
laughter and then the little brown thing was opening the door and pulling me 
back up on to the porch.  My pecker was drained, dangling down on my 
testicles.

    "Go get'em, Superman."  That Dale, always a joker.

    My little brown friend was laying on the floor which had been covered with 
a whole bunch of mats.  I dove for her and wrestled her cunt to my face.  She 
was giggling and laughing but not for long.  Her cunt was hardly covered with 
any hair...More like a thick down.  I spread her fat little lips apart and 
licked from her hole to her clit.  I dug my tongue into her and wormed it 
around, her hips starting to wiggle below me.  I pushed her legs up on to her 
chest and reamed out her little brown hole with abandon.  She was squealing 
and shrieking when Dale burst in with the other two.

    "Aaah...Shit !  Malibu...I was making them eat each other..."  I raised my 
head from the young lady's crotch and burst out laughing.  One of the other 
girls was down on her knees sucking Dale's cock.  The third just rubbing his 
belly.  The one on her knees had nice big tits...About the size of oranges 
with much larger areolae than the other two.

    "You lazy fuck...A true connoisseur tastes everything life has to offer."

    "My dick does most of the tasting..."  He burst out laughing as the young 
lady pulled my face back into her crotch.  I was teasing her clitoris with the 
tip of my tongue when the one with the big tits climbed on top of me.  I 
rolled out of the little one's lap and wrestled with the big titted one for a 
while.  Someone was sucking my cock and I had a very hairy pussy covering my 
mouth.

    This cunt was even fatter than my previous friend's and had a lot of 
straight black hair dangling from very plump cunt lips.  I ate at my leisure 
as the sucking one devoured my limp penis.  This teenager could suck cock and 
soon had me with a pretty descent semi.  I pushed them both away to find Dale 
fucking the shit out of the other one.  She was on her hands and knees and 
Dale was just about to fill her tight little butt with a gallon of jizzim.

    I scrambled to get one of my pills and in less than a half hour was just 
fucking the shit out of the young thing I took the shower with.  Her cunt was 
so tight, just like a little hand pulling on my pud.  I was above her...Her 
eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing through her mouth, panting was 
more like it.  Her cunt was like butter and slippery as all get out.  I fucked 
her like a mad man and was sweating like a pig.

    When I rolled off, after "Ol' Joe" made an appearance, the one with the 
big tits straddled my middle and I was sinking into her depths.  She leaned 
forward and smothered me in her breast meat.  I started thrusting up into her 
and she wiggled around, fully seating me in her depths.  My cock felt strong 
and I could feel the sweat pour off of me.  Her perspiration was dribbling 
down the valley of her tits and tasted salty.....

    .....Gorgie Estoban wandered down the beach and found the old guy lying on 
the rocks.  Gorgie laughed.  Jesus !  These guys were stoned all the time.  
He'd tried it with them a few times and it was cool but no where near as cool 
as surfing.  These guys were good, too.  Well, the old guy not nearly as good 
as the younger guy but rarely did either of them wipe out.  Gorgie wondered if 
Willy would let him use his surfboard while he was resting ?

    Like Dale always said, "Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for 
permission."  He scooped up the board and paddled out.  He was into his second 
wave when he saw Willy get up and look around.  The old guy eventually 
wandered off without ever looking out into the line up.

    I arrived back at the house...It was my house.  Dale helped me frame it 
and lay the flooring and put up the walls and everything.  It only leaked a 
little when it rained and I was a tremendously happy guy.

    I called her Dee Dee.  She was a darling little thing with dark brown skin 
and the darkest nipples and areolae.  She gave the best head.  God !  She was 
as good as Carol and more uninhibited but had a sense of naivetÚ that drove me 
wild some nights.  She was standing in the door way and pointing over toward 
Dale's shack.

    He was strolling across the distance between the two houses and called out 
to me.  "Hey !  Man !  Didn't you go surfing ?"

    I nodded and he continued.  "Well...Then...Where's the board ?"  I 
shrugged my shoulders.  He started laughing.  "You lost it ?"  I shrugged my 
shoulders again.  He passed me a fat joint wrapped in the green leaves of my 
plants and I took a huge hit.  Oh !  Jesus !  This was paradise.....

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    .....I was back on the bus.  Dale and I...Had been living with him for a 
little over a week...Had already started my place.  We were on our way to the 
market place.  Since the American presence left the Philippines the 
Australians have taken over...Well, not exactly...The Filipinos really run 
the place and that's cool...Was the whole reason for the revolution.  Anyway, 
there's a lot of Australians around...Nice guys...just not as couth as we were 
but then maybe we Americans weren't as couth as we thought.  We traveled 
almost all day and ended up in a slum of shacks just outside Manila.  The next 
morning we were in the market and bidding the highest price we could for 
several young ladies.

    Yea !  I know this sounds bad but hey !  This is the Philippines.  Just 
because the scummy Americans leave doesn't mean that life changes over night.  
We weren't recruiting these young ladies to be hookers.  They were going to 
keep house for us.  Dale'd been to the market several times and had a harem 
almost.  Well, really just three but hey !  I didn't have any.

    It was late in the afternoon before we boarded the bus again with two new 
"house keepers."  We had to spend the night waiting for a transfer in some 
out-in-the-sticks village.  But what a night we had !  The two of us got so 
stoned we couldn't walk.

    And that's where I met Dee Dee.  Well, her name really wasn't Dee Dee but 
then this was so unreal that I baptized her Dee Dee.  At the time it sounded 
like a really good idea but then I was so stoned...Dee Dee was serving us 
dinner in what passed for the only restaurant in town...Fuck !  It was hardly a 
bus stop.

    Dee Dee was the fifth daughter of the village elder and was really sucking 
hind tit.  Her chances of advancing above serving the occasional visitor was 
just about zero.  I was flirting with her as she was gorgeous.  Very tiny but 
with a prominent bust and a butt to die for.  Her father came over to inquire 
how we liked the village...Maybe, we could set up here for a while...Live with 
them ?  After all we were treated like kings in the village Dale'd settled 
in...Probably because of the money we fed the local economy...We were generous 
with our money and our skills...But Dale insisted we travel to Manila for our 
help...I thought that was a good idea.

    Anyway, the village elder was obviously offering me more than a plot of 
land in his village.  Dee Dee was all eyes and very anxious.  This guy's 
village was out though because it was too damn far from the ocean.

    Dale was hardly paying attention when I made the offer.  I told the chief 
or whatever that we couldn't possibly live here but I might be able to make 
him an offer for his youngest daughter's services.

    Dale snapped to attention and tried to break into the conversation but I 
was off to the races.  I knew I couldn't make it sound sleazy but how do you 
offer to buy someone's daughter politely ?  Anyway...He stared at me for a 
long moment before he got up to leave...Probably charge us an arm and a leg 
for the meal ?!

    "...I mean...She'd be number one in my house...I'd teach her a lot."  He 
was standing, looking back at me.  I stood.

    "Aaah...Math...English...Business...She'd manage my house, do all the 
buying...Bill paying...She'll be in charge of all work details.  At the end of 
her employment with me your daughter will be the most desirable fifth daughter 
in your village..."  He sat back down and we started to quibble.

    There were five of us when we got off the bus back home.  Dee Dee was 
wearing a brand new dress and looked like the madonna...I was stoked.....

    .....Dale and I were hitting off the joint.  Dee Dee brought us a warm 
coke to suck on.  Gorgie wandered up with the surfboard and both Dale and I 
started laughing.  Gorgie was embarrassed, he'd been caught red handed.  I know 
neither Dale or I cared one bit.  We'd taught most of the young men in the 
village to surf and were very proud of our accomplishments.

    We'd also helped them engineer a large pond up in the hills away from the 
village.  It was the first running water they'd ever had and they thought we 
were gods.  Now, the water quality left a lot to be desired but Dale was 
working on that.  I wandered inside and lay down to take a nap.  Dee Dee 
joined me.  Her shift was off over her head in seconds and I was spellbound 
just gazing at her beautiful figure.

    She had the best little body...Of all the young women who lived with us.  
We were kind of a large family...Well, not that way...Her breasts were about 
the size of tennis balls, topped with the most delicate looking dark brown 
areolae and nipples that were like pencil erasures.  They'd get so hard when 
I sucked on them.  Her belly was still padded with baby fat and the crease of 
her sex was visible at the juncture of her thighs.  I loved to peel her labia 
apart and lick her nectar.  She got so wet.  I was getting a boner just 
looking at her, could almost see the moisture forming between her cunt lips.

    I rubbed the top of her mound, occasionally dipping a finger into the top 
of her sheath.  I licked and sucked my finger before going back to tease her 
cunt.  My mouth was on her skin, sucking her breasts.  Her nipples were hard 
as rock and I was batting them with my tongue.  Her hand found my cock and she 
started to milk it.  I was like rock and hardly took the pills any more, 
unless we were having a party...Ha !  Ha !

    My tongue was in her belly button and my finger was buried in her juicy 
pussy.  She had hardly any hair...More like a down...That first night.....

    Jesus !  Three of them...What the fuck was I going to do ?  The two from 
the market...Janice and Janey were experienced young ladies.  They wouldn't be 
at the market if they weren't.  They were hot to start an orgy to vie for my 
attention.  Dee Dee didn't know what was expected of her.  We were on the mats 
and passing around the pipe.  Janice was rubbing my thigh and Janey was 
rubbing my back.  I lay back and watched Janice...She appeared to be the 
oldest, nice big tits with a good growth of pubic hair...Start to pull my 
shorts down.

    My cock flopped out and her hand was around it before it twitched.  She 
stroked it and the other two watched.  Dee Dee's eyes were big and round.  I 
pulled Janey down and began to explore her mouth with my tongue.  She was more 
Dee Dee's size but was no match for her beauty.  Janice now had my cock in her 
mouth and I was getting into it.  I pushed them all away and stripped off my 
clothes.

    I was standing when Janey captured my cock and started sucking.  Janice 
was stripping off her clothes and the orgy was in progress.  Dee Dee did a lot 
of watching and very little participating.  I felt bad and had her sleep with 
me after sating myself with the other two little vixen.  That first night, Dee 
Dee slept in her new dress but after a time was sleeping with just a pair of 
panties.

    I'll never forget that first night...I told the other girls to stay with 
Dale so Dee Dee and I could enjoy each other for the first time.  She was an 
energetic lover and gave herself totally to me.  When she first started 
bouncing up and down on my cock I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  Her 
small breasts were taunt on her chest, her nipples poking out.  The look of 
surprise...Maybe shock on her face as my cock slipped into her belly and tore 
her hymen.  Fuck !  Could it get any better than this ??!!

    She sat for a long time, just wiggling about every once and a while...Like 
she was trying to get comfortable.  Every time she moved my cock slipped 
further into her center.  Her cunt was stretched around my cock and I pushed 
her back so I could see where I disappeared into her.  I massaged her tiny 
butt cheeks and soon she was working on her own rhythm.  I remained still 
until she was covered in perspiration, her face screwed up in concentration.

    Squeezing her ass cheeks together was like making her tighter around my 
meat.  I started guiding her rump and soon she was dripping sweat as she 
labored above me.  I pulled her face to me and we were kissing when I started 
to move in her.  Her nostrils flared as she sucked air into her lungs and them 
she was jerking around over me as my cock spasamed around in her belly.  I kept 
fucking until I fell out of her and then carried her to the shower.

    We washed the blood off each other and then started to go at it again.  
I'd caught Dee Dee watching Janice and Janey suck my cock many times since 
that first night...And while I wanted to head back to the front room, she 
wouldn't let me pass until she'd worked my limp pecker into a descent semi.  
Her mouth looked so full, her big brown eyes staring up at me.  I could feel 
the power surge through me and soon had my hands in her hair, guiding her lips 
back and forth on my meat.

    This is one of those times when you really miss filling a young lady's 
mouth with cum, watching it dribble out of her mouth and onto her chin or 
chest.  I was laying back against the shower wall and Dee Dee was in control.  
One little hand was jacking me off while her tongue was teasing my balls.  I 
lifted her to her feet and then pushed her up against the wall of the shower.

    She weighed almost nothing and as I slid into her, she yelped.  I was 
fucking her against the side of the shower, just driving my cock in and out of 
her like a machine.  Her head was lolling back and forth, her breath coming 
in gasps.  I felt her tense up, her legs wrapped around my middle...Her cunt 
sucking the life out of me, my hands grasping her butt cheeks...Feeling them 
quiver in my hands.  We both came to our senses at the bottom of the shower.

    Fuck !  What a night !  Life was grand !

                           ***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

    Another day in paradise...Well, not exactly.  A big typhoon or something 
moved through during the last few days.  Fuck !  It had rained like shit !  
Everything was mud.  We all trooped to the general store and watched the 
weather on the TV.  The elections were not far off and politics had taken over 
the news hour.  Everyone wondering how Gore would shed the Clinton "sleaze" 
factor ?  To be honest I usually had a hard time watching the news as we only 
did so about once a week...And I usually didn't have a clue what they were 
talking about !?  Dale and I ended up buying the whole village dinner.  We'd 
usually do this a couple of times a month or so...Just to keep everyone happy.

    The head honcho was afraid the pond would over flow and flood the village.  
Dale assured him that natural drainage would take the overflow away from the 
village.  We were all pretty shit faced at the time and some of the younger 
guys were wondering how the surf was going to be after the storm passed ?  I 
assured them that it was going to be out of this world !  So it was after 
eight before we slogged back to the houses with another container of water.  
Yea !  I know...What do we need water for...Shit !  To wash off with as we 
were covered with mud by the time we got home.

    I rose early the next morning as I'd been tracking the tides and figured 
it was going to be perfect.  It was and I was ripping like a twenty year 
old...Well, ok !  Maybe, not that good but holding my own in a good overhead 
swell...Some of the bigger sets were in the neighborhood of ten feet or so.  I 
was having a great time !

    I was tucked into the barrel of a very hollow wave and just screaming 
along.  I don't think I'd ever been so happy ?!  I spit out on to the shoulder 
and carved a giant cut back.  The wave steepened up out in front of me so I 
cranked the board hard back to the right, almost scampering to the nose.  The 
wave threw up over me and I stood in the tube and marveled at how great mother 
nature was !

    The wave was approaching the shore.  I figured I'd milked just about all 
that I could out of it and kicked out through the back of the wave.  I pushed 
the board out in front of me as I made my way to shore.  The pain in my foot 
was sharp and hurt like hell.  I looked down and saw I was already trailing 
blood.  Now I'm not to sure whether there were any sharks in these waters but 
I had no desire to find out.

    I was still in a couple of feet of water when the glint of gold almost 
exploded in my face.  I was feeling the cut on my foot and the gold bar was 
just about three feet to my right.  Fuck the blood and pain !  I pushed the 
board to shore and retrieved the bar.  Jesus !  It was heavy as shit...Felt 
like about a kilo.  I looked around the beach area and up at the cliff to see 
if anyone was around.  The coast seemed clear so I scampered up the beach and 
hid the gold bar in my back pack.  After slinging it over my shoulder, I 
retrieved the board and made my way up the cliff, my cut forgotten.

    It was a pain in the ass, climbing the cliff, but the farm was up on 
top...Right at the edge of the jungle.  Dale usually didn't surf this far out 
but I thought the waves here were some of the best in the area.  Yea !  
Ok...It was easy to check out the farm, too.  I did a quick inspection of my 
plants and then scampered back to the house.  Dale was out rippin' at his 
favorite place...The fucker was so lazy...Shit !  It was only about a couple a 
hundred feet from his door.

    I was antsy...Every time we spent any amount of time at the general store, 
especially if we were buying the bar...Somebody would tell a different version 
of the story about the Japanese gold.  Now, I doubted any of the locals had 
dropped the bar I found in the ocean...No...It must have come from the 
original stash ??  Hard to tell how it got there ?

    Dale got back early in the afternoon and was napping when I got up from a 
mid-day siesta.  I told Dee Dee to take all the girls to the general store.  
Told her not to be home before four.  It was a little after one.  I was 
puffin' on a joint.  Dee Dee asked if I wanted her to come back.  I was still 
in awe of her body and I'd been with her pretty steady for a little over five 
months.

    "No...Dee Dee... Just keep the girls at the store until four.  Now...Get 
along."  I patted her behind and off she went.  I continued smoking the joint 
until they were out of sight.

    Dale was snoring when I entered his house.  I was carrying the back pack 
and put it on the floor next to him.  I shook his shoulder.

    "Hey !  Fuck off, Malibu...You already had your nap."

    "Get up, sonny boy...Time to use your brain if you haven't fucked it all 
away by now."  Dale looked like he was going to kick the shit out of me when 
he rolled over.

    "Look who's talking...The garden freak...When aren't you stoned ?"  I 
laughed and told him to lift the back pack.  He did.  He held it above his 
head, swinging it back and forth.  "We get something in the mail ?"

    "Something like that.  Open it and find out.  It's Christmas in the P.I., 
sonny boy."  He rose to an elbow and unzipped the back pack.  When he brought 
out the gold bar he sucked in his breath.

    "Wow !  Malibu...I think we just became the village heroes.  What kind of 
finders fee do we want ?"  He laughed real quietly, hefting the bar in his 
hand.  "Kilo ?"

    I nodded.  "Aaaaah...Dale, we don't have it all..."

    He added.  "...Yet !"  We smoked the rest of the afternoon and were so 
wrapped up in our theories that we hardly noticed the girls arrive.  We'd 
buried the bar in the sand behind my house right up against the jungle.  I 
hardly slept that night.

                                [continued in]
                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                  [part two]


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