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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Takin' Care of Business
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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 !  I'm raising Willy from the dead ! 
That's what soap operas are all about !  And if anything, I'm a soap
writer. I'm introducing a whole cast of new characters but also bringing
characters that I've introduced in previous works, especially from the
"Juice !" series of stories.  Today's chapters jump back to Newport Beach
and the Balboa Bay Club.  You'll remember Mike Minter and Jill Olson from
both of the "Juice !" series.  Another connection !?

   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

   Takin' Care of Business

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Seven

   Still Balboa Bay Club

   Southern California, USA

   December 2009

   Another "Thank God It's Friday" at the Balboa Bay Club.  Micky had been
in the bar since four.  By four-thirty he was sitting against the far wall
and nibbling on a salad, drinking coke.  At five, his platinum blonde
friend entered the bar alone.

   Ashley Wentworth sat at the far end of the bar and ordered a drink. 
Micky was spending so much time watching her that he almost missed the
tall, slim, dark haired woman who entered the bar ten seconds later.  She
immediately stepped to the side and stood against the wall, putting her
sunglasses into her purse.  She started an organized observation of the bar
and dinning area.  Micky grabbed a dessert menu and hid behind it.  She
remained with her back against the wall while she made a cell phone call.

   When the guy entered the resturant three minutes later Micky was sure
that this was Mister Mike Minter.  He was close to his father's age or the
way he remembered him.  The two of them went to the bar and ordered.  It
was obvious that Rubin knew them.  They sat at the opposite end of the bar
from Ashley Wentworth.

   Micky watched them for ten minutes.  Neither the man nor the slim woman
seemed to be concerned with being observed.  They were at home here.  What
their entrance was all about, Micky had no idea ?  He left enough on the
table to cover three times what he consumed then moved to the men's room.

   Five minutes later, Micky came out of the men's room and cut diagonally
across the dinning room; coming out at the far end of the bar away from
Mister Minter and his girl friend.  He stood facing Ashley Wentworth with
his back to Mister Minter.

   "Ashley, I'm Micky Rincon, just back from the war in Afghanistan.  I
find you extremely attractive and would love to buy you a drink.  May I ?"
Her eyes gave her away but the smile came quickly.  She wasn't used to
somebody coming on to her so directly.

   She nodded her head, accepting the drink, "And just what do you do,
Mister Rincon, besides sneak up on unsuspecting women ?" She was still
smiling.  So was Micky.  She was interested.  It was the way she looked at
her daughter's date Wednesday night.  She appeared more interested than the
daughter did.  He smiled at the thought of doing them both.

   "Well, I've separated from the service.  Been serving since nine eleven.
Right now just letting the world slow down for a bit." Rubin was bringing
their drinks.  When he left she asked.

   "What did you do in the service ?"

   He stared right into her eyes.  "I was a sniper.  I killed very special
people from a long way away." He smiled.  "I was very good at my job."

   Ashley felt the thrill run up her spine.  He was so good looking.  The
short, dark hair...The bushy mustache.  And so damn young.  At least twenty
years younger than she was.  The sniper thing excited her.  She could
hardly wait to drop it on her friends.  What would her daughter say ? 
Ashley moved beyond that.  Of course she had noticed him.  When the average
age in the Club on Friday night is rarely below fifty-five, he stood out.

   "That sounds so cool and so dangerous..." He was still staring right
into her eyes.  She looked away.  She usually won these staring contests
with men.  She shivered a bit.

   "Ashley, do you happen to know the name of the older gentleman at the
other end of the bar ?  He's with a tall brunette, much younger than he
is." She looked by him.

   "Why, yes.  That's Captain Minter and his first mate, Jill something. 
Regulars here for many years now." Micky looked at his watch.  It was
coming up on six o'clock.

   "Ashley, it was a pleasure to meet you.  I hope we can have dinner
sometime soon but right now I have some business with Captain Minter. 
Please excuse me." Micky turned and in three steps, moved directly to the
brunette's left shoulder.  Mike Minter saw him moving and smiled as he
moved right up on Jill's shoulder.

   Micky bowed his head.  "Captain Minter, I'm Micky Rincon."

   "Your father said you had good taste in women.  Ms.  Wentworth is a rich
looking lady.  Appears a bit old for you..." Mike Minter was smiling from
ear to ear.  He had a deep tan which made his teeth look very white.

   Micky started smiling.  He couldn't hold it back.  Mike Minter had just
about quoted his old man.  Of course his old man was describing the many
older women Micky had been involved with in another life.  All of them had
money, lots of money.

   "This is my first mate, Jill Olson.  We've got a briefcase for you on
our yacht.  A ten minute trip and our business is completed.  You can go
back to the very rich Ashley Wentworth." Mike Minter pushed back from the
bar.  Micky watched Jill's ass slide off the bar stool.  He ended up
bracketed between the two of them.  These two had worked together a long
time.  Micky relaxed.  The two of them were connected to his father, that
he was sure of.

   The three of them walked in silence.  They were out in the front of the
Club, in the parking lot.  The woman quickened her pace and opened the gate
to the marina.  Micky followed the older man through the gate.  Less than
three minutes later he was boarding a yacht.  "The Viper." Micky jumped
aboard.  The woman followed.  The man had gone below.

   Micky hesitated.  "Don't worry, Mister Rincon, relax.  You're among
friends.  Mike was at the hospital when your father passed away.  Plus,
Sandy vouches for you." Jill Olson passed by Micky and went below.  Micky
wasn't shocked they were involved with Sandy but glanced around for ten
seconds or so before skipping down the stairs to below deck.  The marina
appeared deserted but there were a couple of lights on here and there.

   There was a steel brief case lying on the galley table.  The old man,
who had to be in his fifties easy, was sitting at the galley table and
packing a bowl full of marijuana.  Micky slid in across from Mike Minter.
Jill remained standing.

   "I'm just the messenger here, comprende ?  This is an advance on the
amount owed.  You can draw on the rest any time you desire but must visit
home for the first withdrawl."

   Micky nodded.  Mike Minter tossed a long, white envelope across the
table.  Micky noticed the wax seal on the back.  It appeared untampered
with.  He ripped open the flap.  Inside was a key wrapped inside a white
piece of paper.  There was writing.  It was his father's hand.  It was
short.  Ten lines or so.  Just like their relationship.

   How proud he was that his son was on the front lines.  Not like him,
working deals in Siagon while others fought the war.  He hoped the
investments he made paid off for his only son.  He ended with some
platitude about spending his inheritance wisely.  Micky laughed.  Mike
Minter was taking a hit off the pipe.

   Micky looked up.  "Do you mind my asking what do you do for 'Vegas,
Captain Minter ?"

   "Take high rollers on private cruises to secluded places.  Giving those
who can pay, what they want.  Plus the weather down here is a lot nicer
than the desert.  You are expected soon.  That's just my opinion by the
way. Not part of the message." He held out the pipe across the table.

   Micky took the pipe and sucked in a lung full of smoke.  He held it in
while he used the key to open the case.  It was full of cash.  Hundred
dollar bills.  He closed the case and handed the pipe back to Mike Minter.
Minter handed the pipe to the girl.  Micky slid out of the galley table and
stood.

   "Thanks, Captain Minter.  Who should I contact when I visit ?" Micky had
the steel brief case hanging from his left hand.

   "It's all in the pocket of the case.  Well, there's a telephone number.
Try calling during daylight hours, now that your back in the states." He
smiled.  So did the girl.

   "Thanks again, Captain." Micky turned and climbed to the upper deck.  He
was on the dock and moving quickly.  Through the gate and into the parking
lot.  He stopped behind a row of cars and dropped to a crouch.  He looked
around the parking lot for a long moment beore standing and heading for the
Club's side entrance.

   One last check of his rear and he was through the door and into the bar.
Ashley Wentworth was still sitting at the end of the bar.  Micky moved
directly to her back.  He whispered to her, "Free for dinner ?" She jumped
a bit but recovered quickly.

   "Well, that was quick, Mister Rincon." Micky had moved around her.  She
noticed the steel brief case.  "And what is that ?  A brief case full of
money ?" She was staring at it.

   Micky leaned toward her and whispered, "A million for my last job.  Some
drug dealer in Mexico." He straightened up.  "Want to help me spend it ?"
He winked at her.  She froze for less than a second before finishing her
drink and sliding off the bar stool.

   "Let's go some place exciting." She whispered as she moved toward the
parking lot.  Micky followed with his brief case.  Ashley Wentworth felt a
sudden fear as she led this man, she barely knew, into the parking lot and
toward her car.  But she had noticed him right off that first night. 
Noticed his interest.  But then she got a lot of that.  She looked young.

   The way he approached her.  It excited her.  That and the fact he was at
least twenty years younger than she was, closer to twenty-five, really
turned her on.  And finally the meeting with Captain Minter.  He had quite
a reputation at the Club.  Lots of wild, crazy stories.  Several ladies had
sailed with Captain Minter's party boats and always come home with stories
of drunkeness and nudity.  Ashley had been invited once but refused the
invitation.  Now she wondered if she would have gone if this young man had
asked her ?

   He was getting into her Camry.  She had the engine started.  "Well,
where to Mister Sniper ?" Micky knew right then and there that he was going
to spend the night with her and fuck her.  He didn't want to go back to his
room with this much cash.  He didn't have a weapon.  He'd have to take care
of that soon.

   Chapter Eight

   "You pick, Ashley.  I've never been down here before.  Been to San Diego
a whole bunch.  Grew up in 'Vegas before I left for the service." She had
left the parking lot and was driving east on Pacific Coast Highway.

   "You like sushi ?"

   "Sounds delightful." He was hoping that it was a small place.  A man
walking around with a briefcase drew attention down here, this far away
from the business district.  Traffic was moving at a snail's pace.  Micky
wished he could leave the briefcase in the trunk but knew that wasn't an
option.

   It dawned on him why they gave him cash.  He'd have to go to them to get
it laundred into a legitimate bank account.  He doubted that even Ashley
Wentworth could get his cash converted into a usable account of some kind
without drawing a lot of attention.  He knew he would have to pay for their
effort.

   She had turned off Pacific Coast Highway.  Micky had no idea where he
was.  She could be setting him up ?  It was a residential area with
bungalows and duplexes.  There was a stop sign at every intersection so he
could jump out at any time and she never drove over twenty-five.

   "I call the place `Ray's.' I've been coming here for years.  Best sushi
in Newport Beach." She'd turned right and immediately parked on a very
steep hill.  "Get out.  I'll lock it up."

   Micky followed her down the hill to the main street.  He could see a lot
of traffic on Pacific Coast Highway.  "So is the case really full of money
? How about the drug dealer ?  Also true ?" She asked while looking back at
him as she turned the corner.

   "Why would I lie to you, Ashley ?  We just met.  You'd think I was a
dirt bag going after your money." She was going up some steps.  He took her
elbow.  The place looked perfect.  Micky relaxed.  He could feel the
tension in her when he mentioned her money.  Micky opened the door for her.

   "Mister Minter has a big mouth." She whispered as she passed him.  "Ray
!" She called to the aging Japanese man at the far end of the sushi bar. 
"I need a booth for my friend and I." The place was very small and intimate
with just a couple eating at the sushi bar.

   Micky had his hand on the small of her back.  He could feel the heat of
her body through her thin blouse and sweater.  He knew she could feel the
heat of his hand.  He slid into the booth across from her and put the case
under the table, up against the wall.

   Ashley and the Japanese gentleman were gossiping like old friends. 
Micky relaxed and looked around.  No one had even glanced at them.  The
Japanese gentleman left the table.

   "That's Ray.  He's the owner.  Been here over thirty years.  I ordered
for us.  I hope you don't mind ?"

   Micky just smiled at her.  "I'm going to the boy's room.  I assume it's
behind the curtain." She was nodding.  "If you and my money are gone when I
come back, I'll track you to the ends of the earth and then shoot you from
miles away when you least expect it." He'd reached for her hands and was
holding them lightly.

   He pulled her across the table toward him and kissed her right on the
lips, for more than a few moments.  Micky broke off the kiss and moved
quickly out of the booth.  He passed a waiter, bringing them a couple of
bottles of what looked like beer.  Ashley hadn't moved.  The tingling was
still running up and down her arms.

   Mickey glanced at his watch when he entered the one restroom. 
Forty-five seconds later he exited, drying his hands, and turned the wrong
way.  The hallway ended at another hallway.  At the end of that hallway was
a door.  There was an exit sign over the door.  Micky headed back to the
table.

   "Move over, Ashley." She moved quickly.  Micky slid into the booth right
next to her.  She had poured two small glasses full of beer.  He took a
glass and held it up to her.

   "Kampie" She said.  That's what it sounded like to Micky anyway.  He
returned with some military slogan that she didn't understand either.  They
both drank.

   Micky looked around before speaking.  He was talking just above a
whisper and looking right into her eyes.  He wouldn't be overheard.  "I
don't know Captain Minter.  I just met him for the first time tonight.  You
were kind enough to point him out to me, if you'll remember.  So to assume
that the Captain mentioned your wealth to me is hardly fair to Captain
Minter."

   Micky took another slug of beer then refilled both of their glasses.  A
waiter was bring several dishes of what looked like grass with rolls of
green something.  After he left Micky continued.  "I noticed you the first
night, last Friday.  I held eye contact with you for a moment or two.  I
saw how the staff treated you then and also on Wednesday when you came with
your daughter.  You are a VIP at the Club.  VIPs at clubs like the Balboa
Bay Club are rich by definition."

   The food stayed on it's plates.  Micky took a sip of beer.  "I used to
serve the rich and famous in Las Vegas before I became a war hero.  That's
how I knew you had money.  Anyone with my background would have concluded
the same thing.  But that's okay, Ashley.  Thank you for bringing me to a
very nice, quiet place with a rear exit." He squeezed her thigh, under the
table.  "Now show me how to eat this sushi."

   Ashley immediately forgot any mention of money and talked like a pro
while she coached him on the finer aspects of eating raw fish.  Inside she
was doing cart wheels.  The unveiled threat about leaving, with that bright
flashing smile of his delivering it.  She knew she didn't move an inch
while he was gone.  And the kiss.  Jesus !  Right in the middle of Ray's.
God !  She wished the place was full of her friends.  And then when he came
back and sat right next to her in the booth.  She wished her daughter was
sitting across from them.

   They left after four bottles of beer and many, many small plates of
sushi.  Micky was pleasantly loaded.  He asked Ashley to take him to the
Club.  She honestly thought she would be dropping him off.  No way, was she
going upstairs to one of those rooms at the Club.  She'd never get out
without being seen.

   She pulled up in front of the Club.  Micky took her chin in his hand and
turned her face.  "I want to make love to you tonight, Ashley." He was
staring at her.  She could feel herself blushing.  "I'm going up to my room
to put some things in this case.  I hope you're here when I get back."
Micky let himself out of her car and disappeared inside the Balboa Bay
Club.

   Less than three minutes later, Micky came out the back way and around
the side of the Club.  He was sure she'd still be waiting "but." There was
always a "but." He stayed in her blind spot until he reached the car.  She
jumped when he opened the door.  "Thanks," was all he said.

   She drove away from the Club and weaved her way through what appeared to
be ally ways.  A garage door was coming up in front of them.  She drove
right in and the door started coming down.  The engine died.  It was silent
except for the sounds a car makes when it's cooling down.

   "I've never done this...Ever !" She was talking just above a whisper.

   "What ?  Had sex with a sniper ?" Micky was whispering, too.

   She started giggling, "No.  Brought somebody home."

   "Will you marry me ?" Micky joked.

   She turned to hit him with her fist.  "That's not fair !" She was still
whispering.  Micky grabbed her fist against his chest and pulled her close
to him.  He held her.  The moment passed.

   She pulled away.  "Let me show you around." She was proud of her money.
Micky knew few at this age who weren't, especially if they were going to
have sex with a man several decades younger than they were.  He followed
her, never letting go of the case.

   It was a beautiful, fully remodeled, beach front home.  On the west side
of the peninsula.  On the boardwalk.  Nothing between you and the ocean but
sand.  He was looking out the big bay window in the front room.  He
imagined the view from the master bedroom was better but this would do.

   "You ever going to let go of that case ?" She was standing behind him.
He turned and walked past her into the kitchen.  There was one of those
large chopping block islands in the middle of the kitchen.  Micky threw the
case up on the island and fished around in his pocket for the key.  He
opened it.  He pulled down the pocket of the top cover and there was his
ounce bag of weed and pipe plus the 3 by 5 card.

   It had a 702 exchange.  It was somewhere in Southern Nevada.  He folded
it and stuffed it into his wallet.  He took a bundle and started counting.
The bundle was wrapped with a red rubber band; a clue that no banks had
been involved with this money in a while.

   "I thought you were kidding me, Micky." It was the first time she used
his name.

   "And here I thought it was the money !" He caught her in his arms as she
rushed at him and pushed her up on to the cutting board.  It put her
breasts at just about his face level.  He looked up at her.  "You want me
to tell you about the drug dealer ?" He was leaning over her bare legs as
her skirt had ridden well above her knees.  She leaned away from him, back
on her arms.  "Maybe later?" He asked before burying his face into her
lower stomach.

   Ashley was so hot.  She'd never imagined wanting sex this much.  She
liked it, even enjoyed it.  But my God !  He was using his mouth and taking
bites out of her through her clothes.  His hands were now on her hips.  He
could feel the zipper at the right side.  He slid his hands up her sides
until he could just feel the bottom edge of her bra and then came down to
her hips again, his mouth constantly taking bites of her stomach and now
her thighs.

   Ashley brought one of her hands to his head.  She was rubbing his very
short hair, almost stubble.  Not many had she allowed to do this.  One had
been a women and she had been very good.  She could feel his fingers
opening her skirt and lowering the zipper.

   Chapter Nine

   Micky pushed her skirt up around her hips and found her wearing a pair
of plain white briefs.  She had a prominent mound at her crotch.  He was
starting to feel the power flow to his groin.  He flexed and his cock moved
impressively.  He pushed the skirt further up until her belly button was
visible.  His tongue dive bombed into her cleft.

   "Ooohhh !  Oooohhh !" He was wiggling his tongue around.  She could feel
herself getting wet.  Micky traced his tongue from her belly button down
her stomach until until he got to the edge of her panties.  Then he changed
his direction and traced the waist of her panties.  He even slid his tongue
under her waist band.  She sucked in her stomach.  Micky could smell her.

   He could feel the tangle of her pubic hair as he put his mouth below her
waist band and blew into her panties.  She was moving below him and almost
panting.  He licked back up to above her belly button.

   Micky raised his head.  "Let me take you upstairs, Ashley."

   She didn't talk, just murmured.  She leaned forward and kissed him.  His
tongue was inside her mouth.  She was sucking on his tongue.  His hands
were under her sweater and blouse.  He was feeling her bra covered breasts,
squeezing her nipples between his fingers.  He finally scooped her up off
the island and carried her wrapped around him all the way up stairs.

   At the foot of the bed was the big bay window.  It was dark out and
there was only the light on in the bathroom.  Micky noticed the candles so
he went around the room, lighting them.  He was across the room from her.
She was confused.  She throught he'd throw her on the bed but instead he
stood her here.

   Micky finished opening his shirt and threw it into the corner.  His
pants followed.  He was wearing these little briefs.  Ashley was drawn to
his crotch.  She couldn't believe the size of his ball sack and then the
briefs were on the way to the floor.  It was huge and appeared to be
dangling down about five or six inches, well below his balls.  He kicked
the briefs over where the rest of his clothes were.

   It had been a long while since she had slept with such a well built man,
broad chest, hairless, with a very flat stomach.  His crotch was clipped
close.  He almost looked shaved.  His legs were quite hairy.  She couldn't
take her eyes off of him.

   "Take your clothes off, Ashley." She was enthrawled with him and
immediately started sliding the sweater off her shoulders.  He moved over
to the bed and even pulled on his penis a few times as she stripped off her
clothes.  She was down to her bra and panties when she approached the bed
where he was lounging.

   "Get naked, Ashley." He smiled at her.  She was but a foot away and his
cock was getting bigger every moment.  She dropped her panties and stepped
out of them as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.  "Stay
there." He just stared at her.  Her nipples were hard and like pencile
erasures, surrounded by a quarter sized areolae.  They sat on a hand full
of breast meat with a very slight sag to them.  Her stomach was almost flat
with just a small middle aged buldge.  Slim hips framed a small, dark bush
at her crotch which was well trimed.  Maybe a little too much meat on her
thighs.

   "Turn around." She did and stuck her butt out at him.  "You have a very
nice butt, Ashley.  She turned around quickly.  "Come here." She approached
him and stopped short of the bed.  He sat up quickly with a leg on each
side of her.  "Play with it, Ashley." She did, quite adeptly.  Sliding her
hands up and down his length, she was amazed at the thickness.  He was hard
and long, too.  It was warm and her hands moved faster.  He was leaning
back on his arms, just watching her.

   Micky was getting very turned on watching her jerking him off with both
hands, her tits bouncing, nipples still turgid.  He pulled away from her
and rolled to the other side of the bed.  He patted the mattress next to
him.  Ashely jumped up on the bed and knelt beside him.  His cock was
sticking out from his body.  He rolled on to his back and patted his chest.

   Ashley froze.  She had never..."Come on, Ash, sit on my chest." She
complied.  He was looking right between her legs.  They were spread.  His
hands surrounded her hips and before she could move he was pulling her
crotch to his face.  He started at her left thigh and with an open mouth
and frisky tongue started moving to her fur covered mons.  Quickly to the
right thigh, using the same technique.  Soon he was sucking on her belly
just above her pubic hair.

   Ashley was starting to move her hips about as his mouth roamed around
between her legs.  Now that she was used to being on top, she was more than
eager to get his mouth on her vagina.  She leaned back and forced his face
into her crotch.  She could feel his mouth in her hair.  Now she could feel
his tongue on her labia.  When it ran over her clitoris, she came.

   "Aaaaghhh !" It was a loud exclmation.  He was drilling his tongue into
her vagina, pumping it in and out of her.  She was wild above him, rubbing
her crotch all over his face.  He rolled her over and spread her legs,
burying his face in her loins.  His fingers alternated with his mouth and
tongue until she was never still.  Her nerve endings had never been this
stimulated and the orgasms seemed never to end.

   Ashley had been dozing for a while.  The candles were still flickering.
Micky was stroking his cock.  It had lost some of it's turgidness.  She was
still on her back with her legs spread.  Her pink cunt lips easily visible
in the dark tangles of her crotch.  Micky arranged her legs over his hips
and gently pushed the head of his cock into her.  Over the next five
minutes he fed her a good half of his length.

   Now it was a waiting game.  Wouldn't want to leave that to chance after
the workout he gave her.  Her skin was still damp when he ran his hand from
her belly button down to her mons.  He started rubbing her cunt lips right
above her clit.  Not long now.  She'd squeezed his cock twice since he
started massaging her mons.

   Ashley became aware of his cock first.  It was inside her.  Sometimes
she couldn't feel them when they got going.  She could feel this one.  She
tried to sit up and he pushed her back on to her back.  His hips thrust
forward and pushed more cock into her.  Her legs were up over his hips and
his hand was on her chest.  Another thrust and she was full of cock.  She'd
never felt this full.

   His hand was still down on her mons.  He was going to make her crazy
again.  She remembered earlier when she was yelling and screaming while he
licked, sucked and fingered her vagina.  Now his cock was all the way in
her and she knew if she started wiggling her butt back and forth it would
drive him crazy.  Then she knew he would fuck her senseless.

   Ashley started rotating her hips from side to side.  His hand became
more active on her mons.  Now she'd started to thrust herself on and off
his dick.  She noticed her heavy breathing.  It was like she was running a
10k, at the end.  He still wasn't moving.

   "Come on, Ash, move that cute butt of yours." He was now pinching her
nipples.  She was really working herself back and forth on his cock.  God !
She was turned on.  She was really thrusting now.  On.  Off.  On.  Off. 
On. Off.

   Micky pulled out of her and rolled to his back.  His cock was hard as
snot, lying on his stomach.  "Ride it, Ash." She scrambled on to his
stomach and felt his cock slid right into her cunt.  "Work it, baby !" He
was excited, she could tell.  She started thrusting her butt on and off his
cock.  She started sweating almost immediately.  He leaned forwared and
sucked on her tits as she labored above him.

   At the end he was cheering her on.  "Come on, Ash.  Almost there, baby.
Come on and fuck me, Ash.  Faster, baby." The sweat was rolling down her
arms and under her breasts as she fucked herself on and off him.

   Micky could take no more and rolled her off his hips.  He rolled her to
her back, bent her in half and used one hand to guide his cock to her
gapping hole.  He was in her, adjusted her legs around her neck and started
fucking the shit out of Ashley Wentworth.  She couldn't stop yelling and
screaming and cuming !  It went on for a while before Micky shot what
seemed like six or seven loads of semen into her belly.  He rolled off her
and noticed the cum dribbling out of her.  He leaned down and thrust his
tongue into her mouth.

   When he got back from the bathroom, she was asleep.  He climbed into bed
and pulled the cover over both of them.  Micky noted that it was just
coming up on eleven.  He'd be up at three.  She was in for a treat at
three. He closed his eyes.....

   .....The fall sun was starting to make it's way into the room before
Ashley woke.  She looked at the bedside clock and fell back on the bed.  It
was one o'clock.  God !  The day was shot.  She jerked up.  Where was he ?
Then she heard kitchen noises down stairs.  She fell back on the bed again.
God !  The sensations were not far away.  Her hands traced her belly, down
to her pubic hair.  She was full of him.  She could feel his dampness in
her hair.

   He was in her again.  It was dark.  His hands were on her breasts, her
nipples hard.  He was moving now from behind her.  She was starting to push
against him.  He told her to get to her knees a little later and drove her
insane as he fucked her from behind.  She must have cum a dozen times while
he spanked her butt as he fucked her.  She was a crazy woman.

   After he finished with her, she took him in her mouth, sucking and
licking until he was hers.  Her mouth overflowed with his seed, all over
his belly.  She licked it up, not believing what a slut he'd made her.  She
fell asleep on his chest.

   It was more than an hour later before she came down stairs, wearing
jeans and a sweater.  He was in the kitchen.  The steel case had
disappeared.  He came to her in the door way and kissed her hard, worming
his tongue into her mouth.  She was breathless when he finished.

   "I had a very lovely time last night, Ashley.  Thank you.  I have to go
to Las Vegas for a couple of days.  Can I come back here or would you
rather have me stay some where else ?" He held her arms.  She pushed her
hands into his chest, looking right into his eyes.

   "If you don't come back, I'll track you to the ends of the earth and
then shoot you from miles away when you least expect it, mister sniper." He
lifted her face further and kissed her for a long while.  Micky tought of
fucking her on the cutting board but was honestly too whipped to get it
together.

   "Okay then, what do you want for breakfast ?"

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   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Four
   "More History" 

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