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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Sanctuary
Part: 10 of 30
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several 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.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  Willy Tamarack is risen !  Micky
Rincon rescues Willy from the parking lot at the Bay Club and hides him out
at Ashley's.  Willy is safe for now.

   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 background and time line purposes only.

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

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   Sanctuary

   (MFF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Twenty-eight

   Adell's mother had just stripped for her as her boy friend was rubbing
his hands up and down her bare thighs under her shift.  She could feel the
heat between her legs and wanted to spread them.

   Micky moved to the naked Ashley.  He spread her legs so that he could
see her cunt.  Then he lowered his head and took a big swipe of her right
thigh with his tongue, right up to the fat part of her thigh.  He took a
bite out of her.

   "Oooohhh !  Please, Micky." He raised his head and looked up at her
daughter, sitting right next to her.

   "Take your clothes off and join us, Adell." He reached over with one
hand and ran it all the way up between her legs.  She spread her legs and
he cupped her cunt with his hand.  She was wearing thong underwear.  "I
think your daughter is a nasty lady, Ash."

   He pulled his hand from between her legs and went back to working his
tongue up and into Ashley's very sloppy, wet cunt.  When her daughter was
naked she sat back down on the couch.  Her mother had her knees pulled back
to her chest and her lover's face was buried in her crotch.  Adell wanted
to touch herself, it was so erotic.

   Micky felt Adell sit.  He continued to bite and nibble on Ashley's cunt
lips.  He knew that if he poked a couple of fingers into mother, she would
go off.  He raised his face, knowing it looked like a glazed donut.  He
looked over at the daughter.  She was looking back.  Yes !  Her tits were
much bigger than her mother's.  He reached over and felt one, weighed it in
his hand.  Nice large areolae, a light brown, with a good size nipple
centered in each.

   "Very nice, Adell." He kept handling her breast.  The daughter had a lot
more beef on her than mother.  Her belly was a little plump with nice love
handles on her hips, something to hang on to.  The juncture of her thighs
was shaved, just a very fine, dark stubble showing.  Micky let go of her
breast and lowered her mother's legs.  He moved over to the daughter and
she was more than ready.

   Her legs came apart and she even brought her heels up on to the edge of
the couch, pushing her cunt almost off the couch.  Adell had a nice fat,
shaved cunt, the lips pushed together.  Micky put his thumb on the fat part
of her cunt and wiggled it around.  Adell's hips started moving almost
immediately.  This young lady needed to get fucked right now.

   Micky just watched Adell wiggle her hips around.  His cock was still
hard so he thrust forward and pushed his cock head in between her cunt
lips. He raised up on just his toes, with his arms supporting his weight on
the couch.  He was straight as a board over her with just his dick head
between her cunt lips.

   He let gravity drive his dick deeper and deeper inside the
twenty-something below him.  He could feel her cunt slowly come apart and
accept his size.  He was over half way in before he started to fuck her.

   Adell had been holding her breath as he pushed into her.  With the first
fucking motion she knew she was going to have an orgasm.  She was holding
the edge of the cushion with both hands, almost lying on the couch seat. 
She could watch his cock disappear in between her legs as he fucked her. 
She was gasping for breath now and he was really fucking her.  She stated
screaming and then her mother was kissing her and he was still fucking like
a jack hammer.

   Adell was thrusting back against his cock as it jabbed in and out of
her. She was covered in sweat and could feel her breasts bouncing back and
forth on her chest.  Her mother was rubbing her mound as her lover fucked
her senseless.  She was throwing her head back and forth against the back
of the couch.

   Micky was just about to fill her with cum.  He was fucking her like
crazy and sweating like a pig.  He stiffened and began to unload into
Ashley's daughter...Five, six ejaculations exploded out of Micky's cock. 
He could feel her get slippery then sloppy.  He kept thrusting.  Ashley was
rubbing Adell's mound just above where he was fucking in and out of her.

   Adell had been cuming for a few minutes.  It seemed like forever,
probably the weed.  He was still fucking in and out of her.  Her mother was
still rubbing her cunt.  Electricity was running up and down her legs.  She
was watching him pull his cock out of her.  She could feel it coming out.
It was still dribbling semen.

   He stood before them, legs spread, his cock dangling down on his
testicles.  Adell was still spread eagle on the couch, although her feet
were on the floor now.  Micky could see his cum dribbling out of her.

   "Come on, ladies.  Time for a shower." He took one wrist apiece and
pulled both of them to their feet.  Once he got them headed in the right
direction, he spanked their bare bottoms to move them along.  He was
getting spongy just watching their bottoms giggle, especially Adell's.

   A half hour later he lying on the kingsize bed with Ashley sitting
astride his chest, pushing her cunt into his face.  Her daughter was on her
knees between his legs, sucking his cock.  Adell could only get about three
inches into her mouth.  She had both her hands wrapped around it and was
jerking him off as she sucked on the head of his cock.

   Adell looked up and found her mother's ass wiggling around on her
lover's face.  This was so pornographic.  She squeezed her thighs together.
She was horny again.  She had her mouth on him again.  He was hard enough
to get into her, her mouth was streached around it.  She raised her head
and was just about to climb on when her mother twisted around.

   "Don't you even think of doing that, daughter.  I'll trade you places."
Ashley pushed off Micky's face and moved her cunt right over his dick. 
Adell moved off the end of the bed.  Her mother wasted no time and once
adjusted skquered her cunt right down on to his cock, making it disappear.

   In just moments Ashley was leaning forward and thrusting her butt up and
down, driving Micky's cock in and out of her vagina.  She came the first
time very quickly, wiggling her butt around with him buried in her.  It was
a while before Adell climbed up on to Micky's face.  When she did, her
mother threw her arms around her and played with her tits while Micky
sucked her brains out through her cunt.

   It was well after noon before Adell finally got herself out of bed.  She
was in her room but her last thoughts were of her mother's bedroom.  Micky
was taking turns with them, both of them up on their knees at the end of
her mother's bed.  He seemed tireless.  She'd never had sex with a man who
had as much stamina.  She was sore between her legs and it burned when she
relieved herself in the bathroom.  She eventually wandered down to the
kitchen and found Micky cooking a large pan full of eggs with ham and
cheese.

   Her mother was watching TV in the front room, still dressed in her
pajamas.  Scenes of her mother bouncing up and down on Micky's cock floated
through her mind.  Micky was taking plates to the dinning table.  When her
mother got up to eat she noticed Adell.

   "Oh !  Hi, honey.  We're going to the Club for dinner tonight.  You
coming ?" Ashley laughed.  "Coming, get it ?"

   Chapter Twenty-nine

   The sun was just going down and it was a very beautiful sunset.  The
three of them walked through the gate to the marina just to the south of
the Club.  Micky led the way and found their yacht with little trouble. 
Captain Minter and Jill were topside, waiting for them.  Micky helped the
ladies aboard and then got on board himself.

   Captain Minter greeted them.  "Well, if it isn't Mrs.  Wentworth and her
lovely daughter.  Let's go down below and all have a drink on this festive
occassion." Ashley went right below.  Adell followed her mother and Jill
followed Adell's lovely butt below deck.

   Micky turned to the `Yachtsman,' "`Snake' said to say `Hi' if we ran
into each other."

   "I'm sure he did.  After you, Micky." Micky went down the stairs. 
Ashley was sitting at the galley table where Micky sat the last time he was
here.  Jill was standing against one of the cabinets.  Adell was across
from her.  It looked like a Mexican stand off.  This visit was Ashley's
idea.  She even called ahead and insisted Micky accompany her.

   The "Yachtsman" slipped by Micky and, after glancing at the Mexican
stand off, slid in across from Ashley.  "You called this meeting, Ashley.
I'd like to make happy hour at the Club." Micky was surprised by the brusk
tone.  Not at all what he expected.

   Ashley held her hand out across the table.  "Yachtsman" looked puzzled.
"Could we start all over, Mike ?" "Yachtsman" looked over at Micky.  Micky
shrugged his shoulders as he had no earthly idea what was going on.  Mike
Minter looked over at Ashley Wentworth, held out his hand and the two of
them shook hands.

   "Thanks, Mike.  Well, we better get going if we don't want to miss happy
hour !" Ashley said before sliding out of the booth.  "Yachtsman" followed
suite and above deck they went.  He even helped her to the dock.  The three
youngsters followed.

   Walking along the dock, Micky took a hold of Jill's elbow.  She stopped.
Adell continued following the elders.  He held out his hand.  "Micky
Rincon. I don't think we've been properly introduced." She shook his hand.

   "Jill Olson.  How was 'Vegas ?" She turned to follow the rest.  Micky
noticed her very nice, tight butt as she passed him.

   "Fun.  Isn't 'Vegas always fun !?" Jill laughed a little and then Micky
continued.  "If you ever get a chance, Jill, I'd love to hear the story of
the night you and `Yachtsman' evaded the Canadian patrol boat."

   "Shit, Micky !  Get a couple of drinks into `Yachtsman' and ask him
yourself.  It takes a couple of hours for him to go through the whole
story. It's a riot !  The last time he told it in 'Vegas, the whole party
stopped to listen.  You know down there in their den of sin.  You could
hear a pin drop.  Twenty, thirty people...All fucked up like they get. 
They clapped at the end, yelling and screaming patriotic slogans.  Are you
part of that group, Micky Rincon ?" They were through the gate.  Ashley and
"Yachtsman" were just entering the Club.  Adell was just ahead of them,
waiting for them to catch up.

   "Is that the reason you and Mike live down here ?"

   "No, we can't stand the heat.  Well ?" Jill pushed.

   "Haven't decided yet.  It's a possibility." Micky finally answered.

   "We're out of that shit forever.  That story you want to hear.  We
trained for that trip for months that year but if just a couple of things
didn't break our way that night; we'd both be spending twenty-five to life
for drug smuggling.  Took ten years off `Yachtsman.' And if you ever repeat
that, Rincon, I'll cut your balls off." Micky squeezed her shoulder as she
entered the Club.

   They dined with the "Yachtsman" and Jill at a big table in the center of
the Club.  Ashley introduced him to several couples on the way to their
table.  You could see that many were confused as to who he was with, Ashley
or Adell.  Micky was sure there was some motive for all the introductions
but couldn't find one now.  Maybe he'd ask Adell later ?  She had turned
into a nasty young lady much faster than her mother.  He was glad he still
had the magic.  Micky wanted to take them home and play with them some
more. He could feel the urge.

   Ashley and "Yachtsman" spent most of the meal yaking with each other
about the Club and it's rules.  Micky asked Adell what the visit to the
yacht was all about ?  And all the introductions ?  Adell thought it might
have something to do with the Club but admitted she really had no idea. 
Micky forgot about it and, being bored at the table, moved to the bar.

   "Rubin, my man, please get me another Jack on the rocks." He was feeling
good.  Afghanistan seemed so far away both in time and distance.  Micky
sat. It was well past sunset but he could see boats bobbing with the chop
of the bay.

   The flashing movement of the sail boat against the dock was what caught
Micky's attention.  "Smack !" You could almost hear the collision of the
sailboat with the dock.  A guy in a sail boat just rammed up against the
end of the dock not a hundred feet away.  The guy was shoving some packages
up on to the dock and now crawling out of the boat.

   Still on his hands and knees, the guy was now deliberatly pushing the
sail boat back out into the channel, giving it a shove even.  He was quick
to get to his feet and now he was moving toward the gate.  Micky watched
him walk away.  The gate was brightly lit and even though the man was
quickly through the light, Micky recognized him.

   Micky was off the bar stool and heading toward the side entrance to the
club; through the door and out into the parking lot.  The shadow was
disappearing down the fence line between the marina and the parking lot. 
Micky cut him off, finally approaching him from behind.  Maybe ten feet
separated them.

   The figure had transfered both of his packages to his left hand.  His
right hand was in his jacket pocket when he swirled to face Micky.  The
figure was silent.  Micky was right to suspect there was a gun in the hand
shoved in the jacket pocket and held his hands at shoulder level.

   "Willy !?  Willy Tamarack ?  It's Micky Rincon.  Remember ?  You let me
stay at your cabin one summer when my old man was giving me a ton of shit.
Must be ten years ago or so.  Come on, Willy !  It's you, right ?"

   He surprised me.  I was scared.  I turned and recognition bombarded my
brain.  I knew the young man, although he was a lot older now.  I wasn't
sure what to do ?  I had a death grip on the pistol in my pocket.  I was
past admitting that I needed some help.  I needed a miracle.  I needed some
place to hide out and figure out life for a while.  The more I stared at
the young man the wider the window in my mind opened.....

   .....I was sitting in this Taco Bell.  Hey !  I like Taco Bell, good
menu.  I had just made contact with one of my friends and exchanged some
real good pot for a whole pot full of money.  She and her friends left
several minutes ago.  I was getting ready to leave and there they were.  An
older gentleman, in a suit and tie, coming in the front door and the Cuban,
in jeans and a "T" shirt with some shit kicking Mexican boots on, coming in
the other entrance.

   I didn't know who the guy in the suit and tie was but the Cuban had to
be Carlos Santiago.  I knew him by reputation only and wanted to keep it
that way.  Consequently, the gentleman, in the suit, was definitely not
with the authorities !  I relaxed a little because my business activities
were a world away from where these guys operated.

   The gentleman sat across from me.  "Willy Tamarack, right ?" I nodded
while wondering who dropped the dime on me in here.  "Heard a rumor you
might know where my son is ?" I remained silent.  "His name is Micky
Rincon. Can you give me a hand here, Mister Tamarack ?"

   "I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name."

   "You are sure of that, are you ?"

   "Yes, I'm sure.  I don't know many guys." I smiled at him.  He was not
smiling back.

   "So my information is bad, then ?"

   I stood.  He didn't move but the Cuban looked much more alert.  "In my
business there is a lot of bad information out there.  I'm sure your friend
over there will confirm that I'd be much more likely to be hanging out with
a young lady than a young guy any day.  I'm sorry I can't help you." I
walked past Carlos Santiago and out the side door on my way to crossing
Sunset and losing myself in Smiths Food Store.....

   .....I sagged against the fence.  Micky came forward and held me up. 
"Here, let me take your shit." I felt my towel bundles being taken out of
my hand.  I held on to the fence.  The gun was being taken from my pocket.
"You won't need this now, Willy.  You're with a friend.  I owe you, Willy !
Now it's payback time.  Let me take you to my car."

   I shuffled along, realizing that I never would have made it half way to
my parents home.  Realizing a moment later that my parents were dead and
gone, the house probably sold.  What the fuck was I doing here ?!

   I certainly remembered the teenager with the real big dick.  We must
have had a hundred girls come up to the cabin that summer.  I was sorry to
see him leave and then later all that bad shit started happening.  For just
a moment I wondered if Micky's father had anything to do with that ?

   Micky had an arm around me as we made our way through the rows of
automobiles toward Micky's Mustang.  He poured me into the passenger seat
and then quickly got into the car.  Micky didn't notice anyone paying any
undue attention to them so he started the car and drove out of the parking
lot.

   "We're less than five minutes away, Willy." Not hearing a reply Micky
looked over and found his friend leaning against the car door, fast asleep.
Minutes later he drove into Ashley Wentworth's garage.  When the garage
door closed, Micky got out of the Mustang and gathered up Willy's bundles
of whatever plus the gun.  Ten minutes later he was on his way back to the
Club.

   *****

   Ashley had been looking for Micky for over ten minutes.  He just
disappeared.  She was sitting at the bar with Adell.  Mike Minter and Jill
left over a half hour ago.

   "Maybe, he found another rich, old lady and is fucking her !" Adell
aserted.  Ashley looked over at her daughter and smiled.

   "And leave two of the hottest pieces of ass he ever had !?  I doubt it,
daughter dear."

   "Oh !  Mother, I'm sure Mister Rincon has had many women before he
seduced us.  Or should I say you ?  And I imagine they were all rich."

   Just then Micky walked through the side entrance to the bar and headed
straight toward them.

   "Were your ears burning, darling ?  My daughter is talking shit again."

   Micky went right up to Adell and wrapped his arms around her waist from
behind.  "I might make you desert this evening; cover you in strawberries
and whipped cream.  You'll still be cuming when you wake up tomorrow
morning." Micky could see her nipples erect on her breasts through her
blouse and bra.  He brushed the underside of her tits when he took his arms
away.

   He kissed Ashley on the cheek.  "Did she think I was out getting into
someone else's pants or bankbook."

   Ashley smiled.  "Both, honey.  That whipped cream thing sounded good.  I
love whipped cream."

   It was at the bar that Micky informed them that they were going to have
a house guest for a while.  He was asleep in the guest room right now and
was not to be disturbed.

   "But I have my friend from school coming to visit after Christmas. 
Where is she going to sleep ?"

   Mother Ashley answered.  "Why your bed, daughter.  It's a queen size for
a couple of queens.  Might get interesting !?"

   Adell was silent.  The decision was made and Adell knew that her mother
was always going to side with Micky.  Adell had some very nasty thoughts
about her mother.  How many could play on that bed of hers ?

   Micky was throwing some cash on the bar and waving to the bartender. 
Her mother was already on the way to the door.  Adell ran to catch up.

   Chapter Thirty

   "Mother, what the hell is going on here ?"

   "Oh !  Adell, shut up.  You're acting like a child right now.  You acted
like a slut last night.  Just like I did.  Do you have sex like that all
the time ?  I never have.  So when it happened...Well I'm going to do what
ever it takes to keep it happening.  Did you see them staring at us.  They
weren't sure who he was with, you or me.  You'll never know how hot that
makes you feel until you turn fifty, Adell.  Grow up.  I'm not in love. 
I'm in lust.  Your inheritance is safe and sound, daughter."

   Micky caught up to them at the Mustang and off they drove, out of the
parking lot.  He was turning into the garage before he started talking.

   "This guy, in the guest room, is in his sixties, I imagine.  I knew him
from 'Vegas, years ago.  Saw him abandoning a sailboat off the end of the
dock in front of the club.  He looks like he's been out at sea for weeks.
Bottom line, he's off limits unless I ask for help.  Can you two abide by
that ?"

   He looked over at Ashley.  "Sure, darling.  A friend of yours is a
friend of mine." And all of a sudden Micky realized what tonight was.  She
probably used her influence at the Club to block something Mike Minter
wanted, or what the boys in 'Vegas wanted.  He called into the back seat.

   "Adell ?"

   "Sure, what ever."

   *****

   The hole in the sand was shoulder deep to the man standing in it.  He
had tied a rope to a sturdy fence post and it hung down into the hole.  At
the end were tied three large, aluminum suitcases.  The man in the hole was
fitting them each in a large, plastic garbage bag.

   It was dark out.  The figure in the hole was working fast, showing a
sense of urgency as he completed his tasks.  The plastic bag wrapped
suitcases were at the bottom of the hole and were already being covered in
the sand being kicked around as the figure scrambled up the side of the
hole to get out.....

   The dream ended there.  I was in bed.  It was dark out.  I couldn't
remember how I got here ?  Or where "here" was ?  Frequent occurrences
lately.  It was frightening.  I sat up in bed and immediately remembered
what was in the suitcases.  I flopped back down.  Who was I kidding ?  No
one but myself.  I had no way to get those suitcases without enlisting
someone to help me.

   I racked my brain for more information.  What friends did I have ?  I
had no idea.  After tossing and turning for a long while, I fell back
asleep.....

   .....I was coming up the stairs from the "weed room." My new room-mate
was lying on one of the chaise lounges that were littered around the hot
tub decking, soaking up the sun.  You can really get a great tan in this
mountain air !  He'd been up here for less than a week, hiding out from his
old man.

   I didn't enquire as to what it was about.  For one: It was none of my
business.  Number two: Because I'm pretty sure I already knew what it was
about.  Micky Rincon was pretty good with the ladies.  Especialy the older
ladies !  And the ones with a little money were the only older ladies worth
seducing at his age.  At the grand old age of eighteen Micky had quite a
stable of older ladies who were bank rolling his life of leisure.  Some
might see why his old man wasn't wild about his career choice.

   I was standing at the bar, rolling some good bud with the green leaves
of my plants, when he came through the sliding glass doors.  I intended to
smoke it as soon as I finished rolling it.  The kid was getting a beer out
of the refrigerator.  He was wearing just a pair of shorts.

   "I think I met your old man today."

   "What makes you think that ?" Asked Micky Rincon.  There was a tightness
in his voice.

   "He hang around with this huge black guy who is really Cuban ?  Does he
wear suits and ties ?" I asked back.

   "Yea, that's him.  What'd he want ?"

   "He wanted to know if I knew where you were." I paused until he almost
spoke.  "I told him I didn't know a Micky Rincon."

   "Thanks, Willy.  I owe you big time."



   I was busy lighting my joint.  "Yea, that you do, son." I answered him
as I blew a stream of smoke across the room.  I held out the joint to him.
Micky was taking a drag off the joint when I spoke again.

   "If you're going to start investing in grow houses, you've got to take
care of this thing with your father.  Grow houses are a big investment.  A
guy like Carlos Santiago can really fuck up your investment.  I avoid those
influences.  Too difficult to control."

   Micky was taking another drag off the joint.  He didn't answer
immediately.  Just stared off to the south, looking at the forest covering
the mountains in the distance.

   "I didn't think of that.  They'll probably find me where ever I am,
won't they ?" I just nodded my answer as I was taking a huge drag off the
joint.  I passed it back to Micky Rincon.

   "I'm sure I wasn't followed this afternoon when I drove back.  And I've
sent instructions to my friends to lay low.  You've got a while, I figure."

   I looked at my watch.  It was coming up to sixteen-thirty.  Deep shadows
were starting to form in the mountains and valleys to the southwest.  I
wandered over to the sliding glass doors and flung them open.  It was still
warm out but tonight would cool down to the fifties.  And the mountain air
! I walked back to the bar and found Micky staring out into space.  A
casualty of my great weed.  He'd snap out of when the girls arrived.

   I restarted the joint and took a deep drag.  The sound of the horn made
me jump.  Micky, too !  I moved to the deck, overlooking the parking area.
Micky followed.  It was Carol's car.  That BMW of hers.  Erin was getting
out of the passenger side.  She was holding the seat forward and out came
Monica.  I started to get a boner as soon as I saw her.  I hadn't seen her
in a long while.

   Micky Rincon stood at the railing and scoped out the ladies.  "Willy,
who are you gonna fuck ?  I'm sure I can take care of all of those down
there."

   I remember smiling, thinking, "Yea, I can't wait for Carol to get her
hands on him." Erin was coming up the stairs to the cabin.  She came across
the decking and threw her arms around my shoulders.

   "Oh !  Willy, she'll eat him alive." She whispered in my ear.  Erin was
wearing a bright yellow sundress that came to about four inches above her
knees.  The sundress made her almost gold colored hair stand out.  I gave
her butt a good sqeeze and knew immediately that she was naked under the
sundress.

   "Hey !  Micky, how about helping the ladies with the supplies ?" Micky
headed for the stairs.  The trunk of the BMW was full of boxes of all kinds
of food stuff.

   Erin asked, "His real name Micky ?" I laughed.

   "Yea, Micky Rincon.  Ran across him at one of my grow houses.  He
services the mother while daddy's out of town, which is often.  I have not
been servicing the daughter, if you get my drift, but would love to." I
turned to kiss Monica, who'd come up stairs with an arm load.  She was off
and on her way back down to help Carol and Micky carry shit upstairs.  "His
old man doesn't approve of some of Micky's career choices, like being a
gigalo for a handful of very generous women."

   The three of them, arms loaded with boxes and bags, made it up the
stairway.  I lit up the joint again and passed it to Erin.  "Remember that
Cuban we got a look at one night up on Sunrise ?" Erin nodded as she blew
the smoke out.  The rest of them were in the kitchen and Carol was the
commanding general.  I was going to love watching her grovel for Micky's
cock.

   "Well, he works for this guy's old man.  And that's way out of our
league."

   "But you give the kid a place to stay.  Willy, you're an idiot !"

   "Hey, back off.  I'm treating this as a business.  This guy, I'm taking
care of, has fronted for two new grow houses.  That brings us to
twenty-three.  And don't worry about my getting caught.  Tonight starts the
first of many `Willy' sightings in town."

   Erin laughed as I left her on the way to the action in the kitchen. 
Carol smiled as I approached.  "And just who is your strapping young
friend, Willy ?"

   "Carol meet Micky Rincon.  Micky.  Carol." They shook hands and I almost
laughed.  "Monica, Erin, meet Micky Rincon." I lit up the joint again and
then handed it to Carol.  I was in the refrigerator when Carol said
something about Rincon but I didn't get it all.  I finally got a cigar
joint out of the freezer and wandered back to the bar.

   After dropping the joint on the counter top, I was forcefully persuaded
to move to the bedroom.  Carol shut the door with her heel.

   "What the fuck goes here, mister ?" I took the joint out of her hand and
took a drag.  "I'm waiting.  You know your pot smoking is going to your
brain.  This guy is being looked for real hard, back in town, by some very
important people."

   "That's why he's out here.  Only a select few know of this place, being
buried under a pile of L.L.C.s as it is.  Wait 'till you see his cock,
Carol.  You'll be kissing my ass, baby." I pulled her to me.  My tongue
dwelled in her mouth until she melted against me.  I pushed myself against
her.

   "Don't worry, darling.  This won't fuck up any of your plans back in the
valley, I promise."

   "How old is he ?" Carol asked me, interest no doubt.

   "He graduated from high school just this spring."

   "He doesn't look that old."

   "Carol, he's a very highly paid gigalo.  He's gonna fuck you senseless
and I'm going to film every minute of it.  You two get the bedroom." I
laughed as I left the bedroom.

   Erin and Monica were talking with Micky at the bar.  I patted him on the
shoulder and pointed toward the bedroom.  "Surprise her, Micky."

   Micky started across the front room on the way to the bedroom.  Carol
appeared in the doorway but Micky pushed her back into the room.  The door
closed.

   "That ought to take care of Carol for a while.  Hot tub anyone ?" I
started shedding my "T" shirt on the way to the to the decking.  I was
naked and didn't bother to look behind me as I was sure the girls would
follow me.

   I floated across the bubbling water and turned to find Erin naked as a
jay bird.  She was the smaller of the two with small apples for breasts. 
Monica was four, five inches taller with beautifully full breasts, small
melon size.  Monica was pulling her jeans off as Erin floated over to my
knees.

   I was watching Monica pull her jeans off.  Her bush was thick and dark.
Erin had trimmed her mons and lips and it appeared as a dark stubble. 
Monica was walking toward us.  She sat on the edge and spread her legs. 
She had a tangle of dark pubic hair between her legs.  Not as much as Carol
but a good thatch was growing between her legs.

   A few moments later I hopped up on to the edge of the hot tub.  My cock
was already hard, waving around as I put a towel under my ass.  Monica was
first and swallowed a very large portion of my cock.  Her head started
bobbing immediately.  Erin was behind Monica with her arms wrapped around
her.  I could tell she was playing with Monica's breasts and would soon
have her hands between the young lady's legs.  I started thrusting my hips
as her mouth fucked my cock.....

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   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Eleven
   "Recuperation" 

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