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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Makin' Movies
Part: 2 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf oral anal)
Language: English
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@(C) 1999 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 previous 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
previous 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
"Makin' Movies"
Part Two
(Mf oral anal)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
We piled into the van after the sun set and motored off to a fast food
place...Brought it back to the house and had a terrific meal of nachos,
refried beans, burritos and lots of coke. We didn't finish all the food and I
was lighting up our third bong when the half eaten burrito slapped against the
side of my face. Terry was laughing like a fool and I could feel the beans
start to slide down my cheek. I picked up a spoon and dug out a good chunk of
beans with it. The chunk ended up splattering against her cheek and falling
to the floor.
She reached for the beans but I grabbed her wrist...After all I'd gotten
the worst in the exchange and didn't want to get clobbered again. She tried
to reach the beans with her other hand and I had to drop the bong to grab her
other wrist. I captured both of her wrists with one hand and scooped some
beans out with my fingers. I slathered it all over her cheeks and mouth.
We were both laughing like crazy, with beans dribbling off our faces. She
made a valiant attempt to go for the beans one last time so I stood and picked
her up off the chair. I carried her to the den and sat on the couch with her
on my lap. She was wiggling around like a worm and I finally worked her over
on to her stomach. It was a natural reflex to spank her nice padded behind
and I did it several times...Not very hard, though.
She was yelling and screaming but that stopped when I started to massage
her very nice rump. Her wiggling turned into a grinding and my cock started
to grow in my jeans. She looked up at me and there was no doubt in my
military mind that this young lady wanted to do more than have a food fight.
I rolled her over and licked some of the left over beans off her cheek. I
felt her tongue on my cheek and soon we were visiting each other's mouths.
She tasted of refried beans but then I'm sure I did, too. My hand slipped
up under her sweat shirt and there was nothing but skin. Her breasts about
the size of tennis balls, her nipples erect under my hand. She moaned into my
mouth when I pinched one and then I was dragging the sweat shirt up over her
breasts.
My mouth found her right nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth. She
shivered and almost yelped when I bit it. Her areolae were dime size and the
nipples were surprisingly large for such small tits. I chewed on both of them
while my other hand tried to work her jeans down over her hips. It became too
hard so I pushed her off my lap and on to the floor.
She sat, pulled her sweat shirt off and then started to pull her jeans
down. I was rapidly approaching lust, my cock tenting my jeans. I stood and
pulled off my shirt and then dropped my jeans. My cock was sticking out
through the fly of my shorts, just about as hard as it got. Terry was staring
at it as she wiggled out of her panties. They were a dark blue and very
skimpy. I had a hard time believing she was only fourteen or so. Her bush
was a thick "V" of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs...A tremendous
contrast to her almost blonde hair. Her areolae seemed smaller and her
nipples stuck out about half an inch. I was pulling off my tennies and was
almost naked.
I joined her on the floor and helped her pull off her panties. I held
them to my face and smelled her. My cock was like stone and jerking around in
my groin. She grabbed it and I almost started the "Joe Cocker" stomp.
"You've got a big dick, Willy." I smashed my lips against hers and my
tongue drove deep into her mouth. I rolled to my back and brought her with
me. I could almost feel her nipples poking against my chest, my hands
grasping her plump ass cheeks. She was grinding against me and I ground back
against her. We rolled over several times on the floor, our mouths still
tasting like refried beans. I ended up almost on top of her and quickly slid
down until my face was above her groin.
She spread her legs and I was in heaven. Her pubic hair was a thatch
right through her groin and I buried my mouth where I thought her cunt would
be. I wasn't far off and soon had my tongue painting nothing but pink. She
squealed and wiggled about until her entire body tensed up and spasamed a bit.
Then she screamed. "Oooooh ! Lick iiiiit ! Willleeeeeee ! Aaaagh !
I'mmmmm cummmming !" I had my tongue pistoning in and out of a very tight
cunt. Her clit a small sheath of skin up at the top of her thin labia. I was
dueling with it when she came again. "Fuuuuuckkk ! Lick me...Lick meeeee !"
The scream went on for several seconds and then I was climbing over her. Her
legs came up off the floor and captured my middle.
I was holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was trying
to guide my hard dick into her pussy. It was greasy, slick with cunt butter
and I could feel my cheeks coated with her juices. I poked and poked, finally
forcing the head of my cock into her. She was so, so tight. I froze and then
pushed slowly until I was sure I was in her and would remain in her. She was
tense below me and I was some what concerned she was a virgin. Yea ! Right,
Willy !
When she started to move below me, I lost it and buried my cock in her
belly. She screamed and I was off to the races, just fucking the shit out of
her. Her legs were sliding up and down my hips and thighs, her ass thrusting
her flower against the pole I had buried in her. Fuck ! She was a machine
and fucking me like no other young thing ever had. I was panting and she was
chanting.
"Go...Go...Gooooo ! Ooooooh ! Fuck...Willlllleeeeeeee !" I was beyond
lust, just pounding my cock in and out of her like a fucking maniac. Sweat
was pouring off of me and I could feel it dribble down the crease in her neck,
my face buried in the cheap carpet. She finally came in one big, loud
explosion of sound and movement. She twitched for a long while after I
stopped pumping in and out of her, my cock now a shriveled viena sausage. I
slipped out of her and rolled to my back. I could hear myself panting and was
self conscious when she rolled over closer to me.
"Oh ! Wow ! That was some high...Fuck ! Can we smoke another bowl ?"
We showered together and washed all the refried beans off of us and I
seriously considered going out for another food run. I wonder what young
pussy tastes like with a little hot sauce ? Terry didn't let me though and
after I popped one of my magic pills we ended up in the bedroom.
Her cunt was so clean smelling and tasted so great. I must have eaten her
to fifty orgasms. She kept wiggling around on the mattress until I could take
no more, rolled her over, yanked her to her knees and buried my dick as far as
I could into her womb. She fucked back like a crazy woman, reminded me of
Carol. Her compact ass was a thrill to watch, squishing up against my stomach
as I drilled my iron hard cock in and out of her.
You're right, I couldn't resist and pried her tight butt cheeks apart to
watch my pole sink into her. Her anus was surrounded by a light down of dark
hair and I went crazy fucking her like a mad man, finally pounding her down on
to the mattress. "Joe Cocker" made several appearances and when I was finally
whipped, rolled to my back and wished I was twenty-five again.
The room was light when I woke. I was confused and wasn't real sure where
I was ? Terry was curled up across the bed and I slowly got out of it and
made my way to the bathroom. I had to piss. Memories of last night flooded
my consciousness. This young lady was the hottest teenager I think I'd
ever...What ! Seduced...Raped...Oh ! Fuck ! I had no idea...Felt guilty. I
was sending a thick stream of urine into the bowl when she threw her arms
around my middle.
"Willy...I had the greatest time...Can we get stoned...It's so much fun in
the morning." Her hands were in my pubic hair and I was starting to feel
aroused. I could feel her naked body against my back. Fuck ! I wanted her.
I disengaged and rushed to the kitchen. She followed and stood there as I
stoked up the bowl. Blonde hair, proud tennis ball size breasts, her nipples
erect in the cool air of the house, her dark pubic hair matted in places with
her day old juices. My cock started to grow. She noticed and came to me,
went to her knees and opened her mouth.
"I've never done this before...Teach me." I threw back my head back and
moaned. Her lips captured the head of my penis, blood surging through my
body. She nibbled and licked and took her turns with the bong. "I can't
decide what I like more...Your dick or the bong ?" She got plenty of both and
we ended up back in bed going sixty-nine, both of us reaching for the universe
and the stars and the moon...Fuck ! What more was there ??!!
***** CHAPTER SIX *****
It was the week before Christmas. Erin was pissed I didn't make it that
night for dinner as she spent most of the day preparing her mother's macaroni
and cheese. Nice try, Erin...But I know it doesn't take that long. I wasn't
about to tell her that I spent that night with a fourteen year old young
lady...After all, I wasn't that stupid. I figured she knew as much anyway.
Terry and I had plans for the new year...Her parents were going to
California for the big weekend...Funny, most people from California come to
Las Vegas to trash our city. Maybe, it's not so surprising that some of us go
to the coast and trash their cities ??!!
I'd narrowed my pursuers down to government workers because of their
obviously limited budget and some what inept ways. I wasn't ruling out
Carol's new found friend or Rich Clark of Clark Enterprises or whatever but it
really smelled more like a government job and that narrowed it down to the
DEA. Fuck ! Who else would be following me around...It sure wasn't the air
force checking to see if I'd expired from prostate cancer and maybe they could
cut off my retirement.
I spent a lot of time driving in and out of the condo complex but never
got a whiff of surveillance. Maybe the fuckers got better...Not likely ! We
celebrated the birth of Christ at the cabin. Erin cooking the turkey and
Carol doing the stuffing. I added a little special herb to the dressing and
the entire cabin smelled like drying hemp when we sat down to eat. The three
of us were stoned as shit and after dinner romped around in the snow behind
the cabin. I kept the girls away from the tin cans, I'd strung about knee
high between some of the under brush. No sense in being totally stupid about
people following you. I was sure they had no idea where the cabin was and was
intent on keeping it that way.
We exchanged presents after dinner and our romp in the snow. Carol got me
a real nifty hand gun that was going to take me years to figure out. She said
I could stop the Denver Bronco offensive line from ten feet or some shit !
She got Erin a small women's hand gun that wasn't quite as powerful as mine.
I got both of the girls a diamond ring about the size of a large grape. I was
mobbed after they opened their presents and we didn't get to Erin's presents
until late the next morning.
Erin had deposited a hundred and fifty thousand of the "sting" cash into
our very own personal "retirement" accounts, she called them...Fifty thousand
an account. She told us that if we wanted to deposit more...No
problem...George LaBlume was a very cooperative banker. I wondered if she was
fucking him ?
Before we left the cabin, Carol got me alone and told me she had a very
special filming she wanted me to do early next year. She wanted it all done
with hidden cameras. I wasn't to be there at all but she wanted me to edit
the product and maybe...Just maybe, we could make a little contribution to our
"retirement" accounts. I was intrigued but Carol was very vague about who the
subjects were. This Stephan guy, who I was taking the pictures for, was a
pretty good source of income and I often wondered how close he and Carol had
become ? Not much I could do about it anyway plus I wasn't exactly being
celibate.
Erin was planning on spending the New Years in California with her sisters
and Carol had her own plans. So I picked Terry up at Sunset Park during the
afternoon and drove through a maze of housing complexes to make sure I was
clean before heading off to the cabin. It was almost dark when we arrived and
the snow looked so great in the fading light. Terry was anxious to get high
but I made her wait to torch the bong until we turned off the highway and
started bumping over the dirt road to the cabin. There was still just a
single set of tire tracks in the snow and I'd spent a lot of brain power and
concentration keeping it that way. Yea ! I know it doesn't sound that tough
but let me tell you...Aaah ! Yea ! Right, Willy.
I was stoking the wood stove and she was going bonkers over the hot tub,
dancing up and down around it. Shit ! She looked like a kid...Shit ! She
was. I'd never asked...Just figured she was fourteen or so...Really had no
earthly idea ? The steam was rising off of it as I'd had it cooking off since
I left. I watched as she stripped off her clothes and sunk into it. I forgot
all about how old she might be and started to get out of my clothes.
"Hey ! Willy...Bring the bong." Coming right up, princess. I rushed
over to the tub, my cock bobbing before me. I slid right in and the hot water
took the starch right out of my member. I had a pretty good idea Terry would
make it better later.
We passed the bong back and forth for a while before either of us spoke.
Off in the distance you could see the glow of the lights from the strip. She
started talking first. "Aaah...Willy...My friends..." She paused for a long
time and I initially thought she might have forgotten what she was going to
say ? Maybe she wanted to bring some friends up...Now there's an idea !
"...Aah...Well, you know that shit you gave me the last time ?" I'd let
her have the entire baggie from the glove compartment. I just nodded my head.
"Well...My friends thought it was the greatest bud in the world and wondered
if I could get some more...I mean they're willing to pay...Shit ! An eighth
of that shit would go for sixty, seventy...I mean if you could trust me to
bring you the money...If not, I could set you up with these people...They're
not narcs or anything..." She was staring at me but I was still staring off
at the lights of 'Vegas.
"How old are you, Terry ?"
I looked into her eyes, watched the expression on her face when she said,
"Thirteen." My cock twitched, even in the hot water. Fuck ! Thirteen...She
looked a lot older, I thought.
"How much you thinking of selling ?"
"Shit ! As much as you can get me. I'm being mobbed with kids and my
sister and her friends found out I had some of your shit and went wild trying
to get some."
I leaned back against the decking and looked off at the lights again.
Would be a good source of income for my mole hills as Erin called them. Plus
not much threat...Except to Terry. "You sure you're cool with this...Could
get you in a lot of trouble...Fuck up your life real good...For a good long
time."
Terry leaned back on her elbows, looking off at the lights. Her proud
breasts were poking up off her chest, her areolae all crinkly, nipples erect.
She was silent for a while and then blurted out. "Shit ! Yea ! Willy...I
sell it for seventy an eighth and give you fifty. Gives me some walking
around money."
"How much you want to start with ?" I asked.
"I already started. Shit ! I was being mobbed at school. The word
really got around. I've got over a thousand bucks in my jeans...You mad ?"
No, I wasn't mad. I figured the baggie I gave her had close to two ounces
in it. Fuck ! A thousand dollars...This beat the shit out of selling it
wholesale. I turned and kissed her. Her mouth tasted like dope and turned me
on. Her tongue like a little snake in my mouth, against my teeth, fencing
with my tongue.
I rose out of the hot tub, intending to help Terry out. Instead, she
captured my dangling penis with her mouth. I stared at the lights as her
mouth and lips gobbled me up. The hardness coming quickly, her mouth starting
to slide back and forth on my cock. My hands were in her hair, I was pumping
my hips. I looked down and watched as her lips slid back and forth on my
dick. I could feel her tongue on the underside of my cock, searching for that
special place. She found it and I shivered. My thrusting became more urgent.
I tightened my grip in her hair, dragging her mouth on and off my cock. I
threw my head back just a moment before my knees started to shake.
"Ooooh ! Suck It, Terry...Suck it, baby !" "Joe Cocker" was in full
force tonight. My stomach was as tight as a drum, my thighs ached and the
warmth spread out from my groin and raced to my belly, my chest. I crumpled
in a heap on the side of the hot tub but Terry kept sucking and licking and
nibbling as I jerked around like a bug on a hot skillet. She was still
between my legs, painting my scrotum with her saliva when I regained situation
awareness.
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
We were bouncing up the dirt road to the highway. It was late New Year's
Day and I wanted to get to the condo and watch one of the late afternoon
football games...UCLA and Wisconsin, the Rose Bowl or whatever. We were both
stoned as shit and if Carol was still out, I was going to have Terry spend the
night. The thought of the three of us sharing each other was appealing
but...Well, I guess I really didn't have a but...But Terry sure did. As nice
as Carol's just not as mature.
Down the hill we went and last night became crystal clear. Terry on the
edge of the bed. My magic pink pill surging strength through my cock. Her
butt wiggling around in front of me. I could see some of her dark pussy hair
and dropped to my knees on the floor. Her ass cheeks spread so easily and my
tongue painted her from bearded clam to her puckered anus. She shrieked and
screamed as I wormed my tongue; first, into her cunt and then into her
asshole. I bit her ass cheeks until there were teeth marks in them and then
reamed out her anus until she slid down flat on to the mattress.
I could feel her anus trying to capture my tongue and slid my hand under
her pubic bone while digging my thumb into her cunt. She was bucking up and
down on the mattress, cuming about every two or three minutes. I ground my
cock against the side of the mattress and I was hard a steel. When she was
babbling incoherently, I got to my feet and went to the bathroom. I came back
with some of Carol's magic lotion...A combination of oil and some other shit
that got slick and hot as shit when you rubbed it on someone.
I squirted some on Terry's butt and she looked back at me. Her eyes were
slits and this time I was sure it was lust. Her eyes told me she knew what
was going to happen. I started to rub the oil around between her legs and all
over her bum. She struggled to her knees and I slid my finger into her cunt
and my thumb up her ass. She immediately started to buck against the digits I
had buried in her. With my other hand I stroked some of the oil on to my
cock. It glistened in the lamp light of the bedroom and Terry's butt was
slick with it.
I pulled her to the edge and told her to spread her ass. Her little hands
came back and spread herself wide. Her anus was shinny and I poked my cock
head right up against the opening. One push and I was half way in her. She
wiggled back and forth in front of me and in the process, impaled herself on
my engorged cock. My hands were on her hips and I started pumping. Her anus
clung to my hard penis as I dragged myself out of her and then looked
grotesque as I buried it in her bowels. She kept wiggling her butt and it was
driving me crazy. I fucked her faster and only stopped when my brain exploded
with pleasure, my limbs shaking, my stomach cramping.
I was sure her anus was trying to keep me in her bowels but I was finally
able to drag out my sore, spent cock. The hot tub felt awfully good after
that and I don't remember how I got back to the bedroom. The sun woke me and
I found Terry in the kitchen, wearing one of my "T" shirts and trying to
scramble some eggs. The bong was lying on the counter top, still cooking off.
Next to it was a stack of twenty dollar bills. It seemed like a big stack but
then a thousand in twenties was probably a pretty big stack.
We arrived at the condo well after dark and I decided that if she spent
the night...We'd just start all over again and I wasn't sure I could keep up
with her. I was glad Carol wasn't around and instead of watching the game,
drove Terry home and ended up at Thirstbusters watching the game with a bunch
of young guys and drinking lots and lots of Asahi Dry. I can't remember who
won and struggled down the block to the condo about eleven.
Into the new year, I spent a lot of time in town and was able to pick up
my friends just about every day as I left the condo. I'd lead them on miles
and miles of wild goose chases and...Well, I will admit that getting back to
the cabin was a fucking pain in the ass, usually involving hours and miles of
driving all over Las Vegas to lose them before heading up the hill.
You're probably wondering why I spent so much time hanging my ass out with
these fuckers ? Well...It was a matter of principle, like the Rick Clark
thing. I thought I had a deal with Wayne Montana...I had some pretty good
dirt on the mother fucker (WT-T#13D). I mean it's one thing to be the
president but quite another to be just a worker bee for the federal
government...The same rules hardly applied.
Now...Wayne probably thought he had some dirt on me but it was all
circumstantial...He'd never caught me red handed and I intended to keep it
that way. The back of my mind, though, was filled with other possibilities.
There was always the Rich Clark thing...The sting. I had no doubt in my mind
that if that fucker ever connected me to his missing five hundred g's, I'd be
a dead man. From what I had heard through Jay, though, the fucker was much
too busy just fending off the audit the board of directors were clamoring for.
A third possibility presented itself when I went to wire the suite Carol
wanted the hidden video in. I spent most of the morning working the cameras,
laying the wire and trying to conceal everything. Carol told me not to worry
too much about people looking for them as they'd be pretty well pre-occupied.
I figured it was a sting on some guy and his girl friend or something like
that...Really I had no idea but that's what it sounded like. I was coming
down the back stairs of the hotel, dressed as a hippie...Wig...the works,
granny glasses, bell bottoms, madras shirt, wearing a pair of sandals.
Anyway, I'm more or less sneaking down the back stairs when I happened
upon them.....
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
Connie Clark exited the ramp or what ever it was and looked around. The
America West jet was over an hour late. Low clouds and low visibility in
SoCal and they waited for what seemed like hours on the ground before getting
airborne. Carol was waiting, standing over by a bank of phones. She was
talking on one but also watching the gate. When she saw Connie, she waved.
Connie waved back and headed for the phones.
"Thought you wouldn't make it...Just a second." Connie figured she was
listening to someone on the other end. "Yea ! John, just make sure it's all
set up. Willy is supposed to do his thing..." A long pause. "Oh ! Shit !
How am I supposed to know...The fucker is stoned almost twenty-four hours a
day and chasing his teeny boopers...He could be anywhere...No ! I'll call
him. Just make sure all the players are ready for tonight...Ok ?" Carol
listened for a bit and then finally hung up.
"Well, Connie...Good to see you. How's sunny California ?" Carol laughed
a bit.
"Dog shit ! As Willy would say. How is he ?"
"Willy ? He's fine...Couldn't be better...Growing his dope, selling it,
too, from what I hear and still robbing the cradle...Erin and I can't keep him
away from the young stuff...But life is great here." Carol held up her hand
with the large diamond plainly visible. It made the rock on Connie's hand
look like something she got out of a cracker jack box. "How's hubby dealing
with the loss of all that money ?"
"Not worth a shit, Carol. I haven't been laid once since you fuckers left
town...Well, that's not exactly true. He was an animal just after you all
left, thinking we were on top of the world but when the reality of it sunk in
about two weeks later...Shit ! That's all he talks about...Getting the
fuckers who screwed him."
"He have any ideas ?"
"Not a clue and he's spent plenty of cash trying to come up with some
info. How the fuck did you cover your tracks so well ? I mean the hotel
rooms were rented to old fucks from Kansas and South Dakota...Fuck ! And the
boat...Those people claim they were moored at Catalina that weekend. Every
time he gets some good news it turns into a dead end...Carol, you sure this
weekend is going to work ?"
"Positive, honey." Carol draped her arm around Connie's shoulder and the
two of them walked toward the people mover that would transport them to the
main terminal.
.....There they were. Carol and Connie plus a couple of guys in suits. I
have a natural distrust of guys in suits. Now, I realize that most successful
men in the world wear suits and maybe, just maybe, that's why I'm slumming
around, growing dope and chasing teenage girls but when I get real stoned and
connect with the Karma binding the universe, I'm positive that suit guys are
fucking hypocritical bastards who deserve to rot in hell. Fuck ! That was a
mouth full !
I climbed up two steps and leaned against the wall of the stair well. I
still had a good view and it was obvious to me Carol was very familiar with
the guys she was talking to. Connie was just gawking around the casino. Now,
what the fuck was she doing here ? My mind wandered back to the sting and
Carol sending me off with the money.....
"...Connie and I set this up, Willy." Or something like that ??!!
The group of them moved off through the casino and I dodged and darted
through the crowd to follow them. They entered the elevator area and I was
stuck. The ladies said good-by to the suit guys and I watched the elevator
rise and stop at the same floor of the room I'd just wired. A coincidence ?
I doubt it. I followed the suit guys to a bar...Then wandered out to the
parking lot, torched up one of my cigar joints and motored out to Erin's law
firm.
I arrived just a little after noon and wandered through the front door
like I owned the place. "Ms. Tamarack is expecting me." The receptionist
looked at me like I was on drugs and I was. I laughed a little. She was real
good looking and I wondered if any of the partners were fucking her.
Probably, they wore suits. Ha ! Ha !
Erin finally came out to greet the hippie looking fucker who was asking
for her. She started laughing out loud when she saw me and then escorted me
to her office.
That morning, Erin had bugged the shit out of me before I left the condo.
"Willy, what the fuck is the get-up for...You and Carol planing another
sting...Come on, asshole, give it up." She was tickling me and occasionally
running a hand between my legs. Wasn't much chance of me responding though as
she'd drained the lizard last night and I was one tired puppy.
We had lunch at a fancy place on the West side and I was sure most of the
people there thought Erin was counseling some drug pusher/addict about his
possible plea bargain agreement. I could care less. I was more interested in
what Connie Clark was doing in 'Vegas ? Watching Erin closely, I was positive
she had some idea what was coming down...She hinted it was a girl thing...That
I had nothing to worry about.
Let me think about this for a bit. I'm being tailed and one of my wives
is consorting with my high school girl friend, whose husband we just burned
for a half a million. Yea ! I don't have a fucking thing to worry about.
Maybe, I ought to go surfing ? Too fucking cold !!
At about the same time...Connie and Carol were in the hotel room having a
drink. Connie asked if she'd be able to see Willy before she left. Carol
didn't think that was too good an idea. "The further away from this place he
is the better...You ready for tonight, honey ?"
Connie just stared at her for a long time. "Willy doesn't know this is
even happening does he ?"
"Right there, honey...Although the fool wired the video for tonight and
I'm going to have him edit a copy for your husband. I wish I could see your
old man's face when he watches it. I've got a guy here who can slip it to a
friend of his. Willy told me he seems to remember you all exchanging videos
when you were younger...true ?"
Connie's mind floated back to those videos Rich used to make. Usually
just a couple or two...Sometimes more but not often and never the number Carol
hinted would be here tonight. She remembered letting Willy watch one of them
when they first got back together and then the cabin...Well, that's why she
was doing this, wasn't it ? She wasn't sure ? She was almost scared about
tonight but had been excited since she got off the plane.
Jesus ! Carol said there would be at least twelve or fifteen of them and
the guys she met downstairs were really good looking...And not scum either,
dressed like successful business men...The kind Rich usually wanted her to hit
on to further the goals of his business. She had the feeling these guys would
be a bit more to handle in bed...Shit ! Fifteen guys...God ! She was getting
wet just thinking about it. She wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
Carol interrupted her day dreaming. "Hey ! Connie, how you want to do
this ? Just burst out of the bedroom bare ass naked like the entertainment at
a stag party...Or you want to mingle and pick and choose until it turns into
an orgy ?"
Connie was hardly listening, trying to find the video cameras. Carol just
stared at her and then got to her feet and began to undress. "Come on,
Connie. I've never had the pleasure and Wanda says you give great head."
[Continued in]
"Makin' Movies"
[part three]
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