Author: Frederick T.
Title: Let's Do a Dope Deal
Part: 5 of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf+ oral)
Language: English

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  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s. ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; 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.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.   And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                        The Travels of Willy Tamarack

                             Let's Do a Dope Deal
                                   Part One
                                  (Mf+ oral)

                               by Frederick T.

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

                               *** PROLOGUE ***

    Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ??  The last 
time we saw Willy.....He was tit fucking the daughter of one of his past 
supervisors in the air force.  That is until her mother walked in and gave him 
a right cross to the jaw.....

    It was still early, so I decided to head back to the beach.  No place like 
the ocean to wash off the sweat and dried substances covering your body after 
a sexual work out like I just had.  I couldn't stop laughing at the look of 
rage on Cathy's face as her daughter, Christine, said, "Daddy, you missed my 
titties."  Then I remembered I left a good size roach in the ashtray in their 
room.  I would have liked a couple of hits right about now.  But even that 
couldn't stop me from laughing.

    The beach was deserted as usual and I headed right for the water.  Jesus, 
did it feel good - much cooler than it was earlier.  I figured I'd spend the 
rest of the afternoon here and then try to call Christine tonight.  The 
"daddy" shit was a little strange but I had a lot of plans for that young lady 
and I.  Could I put up with a little shit - you bet.

    The afternoon whizzed by and on the way back to the room, I realized I was 
burned as shit.  Oh !  Well, win a few - lose a few.  Lately, I'd been on the 
losing end quite regularly.  On the run from Connie's husband in California; 
on the run from who knows what in Florida; might have prostate cancer; the 
group I come to Jamaica with give me the heave ho, just because my semen has a 
little blood in it - ok - there was quite a lot of blood in it a couple of 
days ago but this afternoon everything is A-ok.  Maybe my luck is changing ?  
Fat chance, Willy.

    The phone, in Chirstine's room, rang and rang.  Maybe, they're out eating.  
After a quick shower, I'm in the lobby checking the desk.  Fuck !  They 
checked out.  Back to square one.  I wander the beach for a while, get really 
baked and then bring a couple of burgers and fries back to the room.

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

    I woke late the next morning.  I'm usually up at the crack of dawn.  It 
must be the Jamaican stuff I'm smoking.  It's real dynamite.  Maybe the best 
shit I've ever smoked.  I'll have to do a taste test when I get back to the 
states.  I spent a little time at breakfast trying to figure out how to at 
least get some seeds back to the "land of the big BX."  I figured getting some 
stuff past customs was a little too risky especially since I look like a 
throwback to the '60's with my pony tail.  I mulled over some ideas as I 
headed back to the beach again.

    As usual the beach was deserted.  I made my way through the jungle to the 
clearing.  As I was hitting on the great Jamaican hemp I bought, I wondered; 
should I wander down to the "natural" beach ?  Nah !  Maybe hit the "natural" 
pool ?  Shit !  I was sure I'd get a hardon looking at all the naked gash just 
sunning themselves and walking around - probably not a good idea.  The sound 
of voices startled me.  The voices got louder - they were girls.  They started 
setting down their towels just about where Christine and I had yesterday.  I 
quickly pushed my half smoked joint into the sand.  I could barely get a 
glimpse of them every now and again through the brush as they stripped down to 
their swim suits but I could hear them as I was only about ten, maybe twelve 
feet away.....

    ".....about enough for a bowl.  Shit !  He wanted ten bucks."

    "I hope you told him to get fucked.  Remember last year, my cousin got 
enough ganja for the whole week we were here for ten bucks."  Another one 
said.

    "If I did that he probably would have given it to me for nothing.  He kept 
looking at my tits the whole time I was talking to him."  The first voice 
said.

    "Well, you've got big tits and you were wearing your bathing suit 
top....duh !"  A third one said.

    "They're only big compared to yours, pip squeak."  The first one said and 
a couple of them laughed.

    "Fuck you !  Mine are growing.  I stopped wearing padded bras last Fall."  
The third one said.  "Hey !  Did you see the tits on that bimbo at the pool 
yesterday afternoon ?"

    "Yea," the second one said.  "My mom said she should have been over at the 
nude pool."

    "I was too busy looking at the old guy with the young chick.  Did you see 
the bulge in his crotch plus half his ass was showing."  The first one said.

    The third one chimed in with, "Shit !  Half the hair around his dick was 
showing.  I couldn't believe how much hair he had down there...ugh !"

    "Your cousin had a lot of hair down there."  The first one said.

    The second one quickly followed up with, "You should know.  You spent most 
of the time with him in the bushes."

    "You should talk.  He told me that you couldn't keep your hands out of his 
pants when the lights went out at night."  The first one retorted.  "How about 
it, pip squeak, was sister dear giving Bobby a hand job every night last year 
or what ?"

    The third one laughed.  "I can not tell a lie.  He was moaning and 
groaning all night and so was Carolyn.  I bet he got finger stink real good."

    The second one sounded embarrassed when she said.  "Shit on both of you.  
Some nights he was so whipped after fucking your fat ass in the bushes all 
day, he could hardly get it up."

    The other two moaned a chorus of, "Oh !  You poor baby."  They both 
laughed uproariously.

    After the laughter subsided the first one said, "You get someone to pop 
your cherry yet, Carolyn ?  Your cousin did me real good last year.  And then 
I did three different guys at school this year but they were nothing like 
Bobby.  Well !  Did you do it this year ?"

    The third one replied for her sister, "She told me she did it with one of 
her friend's brothers at a sleep over.  Right, Carolyn ?"

    "And what have you done, Patti.  Let your boy friend finger bang you and 
you come home saying you've had a zillion orgasms.  Duh !"  Carolyn finally 
retorted.  "Yea.  I got my cherry popped this year and it was really cool.  I 
still see the guy sometimes when I do some baby sitting.  He's nothing like 
Bobby but he knows how to turn me on."

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

    I was laughing my ass off at the conversation.  I figured they were pretty 
young but what the fuck !  I could get them real fucked up and see how it 
goes.  I conjured some ideas in my brain - a little fried but not working to 
bad so far.  I laughed to myself and waited for one of them to start talking 
again.

    "God !  I wish we had some ganja."  The first one said.  As she said it, I 
torched up the joint and started puffing like crazy.  Coming up, my dear !  A 
cloud of smoke surrounded my head.  I got slowly to my feet and moved some 
brush to make some noise.  I took a couple of steps and feigned falling.

    "Oh !  Woooow !"  The Cheech and Chong routine.  I could see the girls 
look back over their shoulders at the brush as I approached the beach.  "I 
almost fell."  I said in a normal voice like I was talking to myself, then I 
started laughing.  The youngest girl was about three feet away when I broke 
out of the bushes and feigned surprise.

    "Oh !  Wow...man.  What are you doing here ?"  And then I started laughing 
again.  All three of the girls were laughing now.  This just might work out !?

    When their laughing subsided, I looked in the other direction, down the 
beach away from the girls.  "Sorry."  I said.  "I guess I'll sit down there."  
As I pointed off in the direction I'd been looking with the hand that was 
holding the joint.  I turned and started walking in that direction.

    I hadn't taken two steps when one of them said, "Ah...Mister, you can sit 
here with us if you want."  I thought it was the first voice I'd heard when I 
was eavesdropping on their conversation.

    I turned and looked back at them.  "Aaah...Yea...If it's ok with you, 
ladies.  My name's Willy."  I laid my towel down about three feet away from 
the youngest and stripped off my shirt.  I laughed and told them I got a 
little disoriented in the brush.  They all started laughing and the first one 
said that was real easy to do.  They started laughing again.  I sat down and 
then pretended to be surprised to find a half smoked joint in my hand.

    "Oh !  Wow !"

    The first one said, "I'm Stacy.  And this is Carolyn and her sister, 
Patti.  We could help you with that.  You look pretty ripped and I'd hate to 
see it go to waste."

    I laughed and said, "Aah...Yea...Sure...You ladies look about seventeen or 
eighteen.  I guess it's ok.  Nobody out here to catch us anyway."  I was 
really bullshitting them now.  The two older ones looked maybe fifteen, if 
they were lucky and the young one was closer to thirteen.  I got the joint 
going again and passed it to the younger one.  She passed it to her sister, 
who took a big drag and passed it to Stacy who did the same and passed it 
back.  While this was going on I torched up a second joint.  The girl's eyes 
widened when they saw me hand the other joint to Patti.  She asked what she 
should do with it and I squeaked out, "Smoke it."

    Patti looked at her sister, Stacy, and took a tentative hit off the joint.  
In a matter of ten minutes or so the four of us were really stoned.  I got to 
my feet, unsteadily and asked them to watch my stuff as I was going swimming.  
I wandered toward the water and plowed on in.  The three girls soon followed 
me.

    Carolyn and her sister, Patti, were wearing one piece swim suits, real 
tight fitting.  Both of them were slim; Carolyn having the biggest tits and 
they weren't very big at all - they looked like a tennis ball, cut in half and 
pasted to her chest.  Patti's tits were even smaller and looked like golf 
balls under her suit.  Both of them had nice tight little butts, though.  
Stacy, on the other hand, was wearing a two piece swim suit - not quite a 
bikini but close.  I was willing to bet that her parents didn't know she was 
running around the beach in Jamaica with this suit on.  Her midriff was a lot 
less tan than her legs and arms.  She was a little shorter than the other two 
and had a lot of baby fat on her thighs, butt and stomach but she did have a 
good set of tits - breast meat about the size of softballs filled the cups of 
her top.

    The sisters had light brown hair cut in page boy style - almost identical 
and Stacy had darker hair that came to her shoulders.  They were attractive 
young ladies and I was hoping that all the talk wasn't just that - talk.  
Bullshit !  I was really hoping that they were horny young ladies.

    I was pretending to walk carefully so that I didn't get too wet, still 
playing the Cheech and Chong routine.  Stacy cupped her hands and threw water 
on me first.  I jumped and then turned to find all three of them with their 
hands in the water getting ready to douse me.  We were in about waist deep 
water and the bottom was sandy so I wasn't worried about getting a butt full 
of coral if I fell.  I started splashing water at them and they all shrieked.  
I kept splashing water until they ran up on the beach and I could no longer 
reach them.  They had a pow-wow and split up when they came at me again.  As 
soon as they entered the water I started splashing.  I tried to get all of 
them but concentrated on Stacy as I figured she was the most experienced and 
the leader of the group.

    I was moving toward her, when they rushed me.  I dropped into the water 
and swung my legs around trying to trip Stacy.  She was so stoned that when I 
fell, she just blindly came forward and fell over me.  My legs ran into 
Carolyn and she toppled over into the waist deep water.  Patti was the only 
one left standing and she was laughing like crazy.  When the three of us came 
out of the water, we looked at each other and rushed Patti.  She soon joined 
us in the drink.  The four of us were totally drenched.

    Carolyn looked over at Stacy and started laughing and pointing.  One of 
her cups had slipped up in the melee and her softball size breast was bare, 
the large brown areolae clearly visible to all.  I kept starting at it and 
then she whipped off her top and threw it in the water.  Boy !  Did she have 
nice tits - a real good hand full with great, big puffy nipples.  They looked 
like large bottle caps on her proud breasts.

    She yelled out to the other two, "Let's get Willy's trunks off !"  And 
here they came.  I fought valiantly but after just a few moments succumbed - 
after all, that was the idea, right !  The girls tossed my trunks around like 
a ball in a keep away game.  I feigned an attempt at getting back my trunks 
but could never quite get to them in time.  The girls were laughing as they 
threw my trunks from girl to girl.

    When Stacy had my trunks, I rushed toward her.  I had no intention of 
getting my trunks back but instead was going to strip her bottoms off.  She 
threw my trunks as she was backing away from me.  I fell backwards into the 
water and hooked her ankles with my feet, pulling her off balance.  She fell 
on her back into the water.  In seconds, I had her bottoms half way down her 
thighs and in the clear water could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair.  
I continued pulling the bottoms off of her and threw them toward the beach.  
Stacy just sat in the water, laughing.  Carolyn and Patti ran toward the shore 
with my trunks.

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

    I was standing, looking down at her.  She was staring at my cock.  I slid 
down into the water and we both just looked at each other.  Both of us were 
smiling.

    "I don't think Carolyn or Patti will come back in the water, now that 
we're both naked.  They're afraid that we'll strip them too."  She had moved 
closer and I could feel her legs brushing up against mine as the tide moved 
about.  Her tits were bobbing around with the tide also and I wanted to lean 
forward and suck one of her puffy nipples into my mouth.  Instead I reached 
for her legs and drew her closer.  Her legs went around my waist and her arms 
came up around my neck as she rested on my lap, our heads just above the 
water.

    At the identical same time, we both said, "Want to go in the bushes ?"  
Both of us broke out laughing as I pushed her off of my lap and helped her to 
her feet.  We walked slowly, hand in hand to the shore and up the beach to 
where I first made my appearance.  With every step my dick got longer and 
harder.  As we entered the brush, without ever looking at the two girls who 
were about four or five feet away, my cock was level with the ground.

    By the time we reached the clearing, it was pointing at the sky.  Stacy 
had led the way through the brush and turned to me as she entered the 
clearing.  She looked down at my dick and then back to my face.

    "Boy !  Willy, you've got a big dick."  I laughed as I can't ever remember 
any woman ever telling me I had a "big dick."  Stacy giggled.  She was so 
short that I could just about titty fuck her standing up but instead leaned 
down and captured one of those large, puffy brown nipples with my mouth.

    "Oooooh !"  Is all she said.  I put one arm around her back and slid the 
other hand into the tangle of wet pubic hair between her legs.  Another, 
"Oooooh !"  In just a few seconds, I had a finger tracing the plump lips of 
her vagina and then insulated between them, rubbing up and down her slit.  She 
was moist already - more than moist, she was wet and in no time my finger was 
buried in her.  And tight !  Jesus, she had a real tight, little cunt.  I 
started finger fucking her.  More, "Oooooh's" and "Aaah's."

    I was in heaven when her hand wrapped itself around my cock and started 
pumping.  This young lady had given a hand job or two.  It felt like just two 
or three fingers running up and down my pole and felt just fucking great.  My 
mouth was alternating from nipple to nipple and soon her areolae and nipples 
looked like raised nose cones on the Saturn rocket.  I wanted to lay her down 
right now and climb between her legs.  Then I remembered that I forgot to 
bring a towel with us.  Oh !  Well, shit happens.

    I dropped to my knees and turned her toward me because if I let her 
continue to jack me off much longer, I was going to spray my load all over the 
sand.  My face came well above her belly button so I sat back on my haunches, 
pulled her closer to me and buried my tongue in her very deep navel.

    "What are you doing ?"  She squeaked out.  I just kept reaming out her 
belly button and then started tracing my tongue down to her dark curls.

    "I'm going to eat your pussy, Stacy."  I whispered.  A real loud, "Oooh !"  
I had reached her pubic hair but quickly realized that to get to her cunt and 
really lick it good, I'd have to break my neck.  Why didn't I bring a towel ?  
I wet her thighs a bit and then told her to turn around.  Her ass was rather 
plump with lots of baby fat on it.  I licked up her crack and then told her to 
put her hands on her knees.  I spread her cheeks and found her asshole, 
surrounded with a lot of short dark hairs.  I licked her asshole and felt it 
pucker as my tongue passed over it.

    "That's my asshole."  She squealed.  I kept licking it and finally told 
her to grab her ankles.  Her plump, hairy twat was now at my disposal and I 
quickly put a thumb on each lip and spread her open.  I could tell her pink 
meat was wet already as it glistened in the light.  I licked her and she 
almost fell over.  I steadied her and licked her again.  She was now making a 
lot of noise and I figured that the sisters, if not listening, were watching 
through the bushes.  What the hell, I really liked to watch myself.

    I soon had my tongue pumping in and out of her plump little cunt.  She was 
salty as hell but tasted great.  My hardon had subsided a bit but was still 
good to go.  I wanted to get her off because once I started fucking her; it'd 
be "Katie bar the door."  I was alternating between tongue fucking her and 
bathing her asshole in my saliva when she arched her back and her legs 
buckled.  She almost fell again but made very little noise.

    "Did you cum, Stacy ?"  She mumbled something and when I stuck my tongue 
back into her cunt, her legs buckled and she fell against me almost pushing me 
into the sand.  I got her back on her feet and stood behind her.  I rubbed my 
cock up and down the crack of her ass until it was hard as stone again and 
then lowered it to her vagina.  I slowly eased the head of my dick between her 
lips, grabbed her hips with my hands and slowly eased myself into her.  Like I 
said before, she was real tight.  I just stood there with my legs spread 
grotesquely and pulled and pushed her on and off of my pole.  She was really 
making a racket now - kind of like "Aaah...Oooh !" every time I slid in and 
out of her.

    Unfortunately this wasn't going to last long for me.  I reached under her 
and massaged her breasts for a few moments and felt her push back against my 
groin.  I heard her say something about stopping and said, "You want me to 
stop ?"

    Quite clearly, she almost screamed, "No !  Don't stop...go faster !"  I 
raised up, grabbed her hips and started ramming my cock in and out of her 
cunt.  Maybe twenty strokes later I was pulling out of her and sliding my cock 
up and down the crack of her now very sweaty ass cheeks and blowing a load of 
creamy cum all over her plump butt and back.  I slowed my pumping and rubbed 
the head of my dick around her anus.  Her cheeks tried to capture my cock head 
but it was deflating rapidly and was quickly soft.  I sank down to the sand on 
my knees.

    She collapsed on my lap and I could feel the sticky mess I had left on her 
back and butt against my stomach and thighs.  We were both panting and 
sweating profusely.  When we caught our breaths, we got up and wandered out to 
the ocean.  I glanced over at the sisters and found them staring at the limp 
dick dangling between my legs.

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

    I walked over to my towel, fished another joint out of my pocket and 
hurried to catch up with Stacy, who was already entering the water.  She sat 
so that the water came up to just below her breasts - her tits available to my 
gaze.  I thought about doing her again in the shallow water and even felt some 
stirrings in my crotch but wanted to see if Carolyn was a player.  I passed 
her the joint and we sat, smoking without saying a word.  Carolyn and her 
sister were talking and motioning toward us.

    Stacy laughed and said, "I think they're still scared to come in the 
water."

    "Shit !  After that, I'm too beat to chase anyone."  In a short while we 
wandered up and joined them.  I found my trunks on my towel and put them on.  
Stacy was getting into her suit and talking with Carolyn.

    Carolyn was whispering but Stacy was talking in a normal voice, which some 
what pissed Carolyn off.  Stacy finally ended the conversation by saying, "Ask 
him yourself."  I handed Patti the joint and laid down on my towel.  I could 
use a rest.  I know I dozed a bit but it seemed like just a few moments and 
Carolyn tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I wanted to go in the ocean.  I 
was on a roll and decided to go for broke.  "I'd rather go in the bushes."  I 
said.  She looked over at her sister, who appeared to be paying no attention, 
lying on her stomach with her head turned away from us and just nodded her 
head.  Peer pressure - a great thing or what !?

    I got up and picked up the towel, took her hand and led her toward the 
brush.  While arranging the towel on the sand in the clearing, she was 
stripping off her suit.  I looked up at her and she was naked.  Her tennis 
ball size tits high on her chest, topped with tiny light brown areolae, hardly 
the size of a dime, and nipples that were smaller than pencil erasures.  Her 
bush was almost the same color as her hair, a real light brown and rather 
sparse at the juncture of her thighs.  I walked toward her and gently kissed 
her lips.  In just a few moments our tongues were dueling.  I ran my hands up 
and down her sides from her hips to her under arms.  I could feel the swell of 
her breasts as I passed them.

    "Take my trunks off, Carolyn."  Her hands reached for my waist and slowly 
dragged my trunks down my thighs.  Once past my dick, my semi-hard boner 
jumped out of my trunks.  I was kissing her shoulders and licking her neck 
when she took a hold of my cock and started to beat it.  It got stronger with 
every stroke.  Just like Stacy, she told me I had a big dick.  I was in 
seventh heaven.  Two girls in one day - definitely a record - probably one I 
would never break.  I kept working my mouth down until I had one of her small 
nipples in my mouth and sucked on it gently.  Soon I was going from tit to 
tit, lathering her breasts with saliva.

    I dropped to my knees and she came with me.  Soon we were lying on the 
towel with one of my hands between her legs, just rubbing her pussy.  She was 
no where near as hairy as Stacy and as she got slick, her cunt lips felt like 
they were hairless.  My tongue found her very shallow belly button and licked 
around it.  She hadn't made a sound.  I looked up at her and found her eyes 
closed but she was breathing rapidly through her mouth.

    "Carolyn...want me to eat your pussy ?"  I whispered.

    She whispered back, "Yes...hurry."  I ran my tongue down to her pubic 
patch and searched for the slit at the top of her cunt.  While wiggling my 
tongue around, she came.  "Oh !  Oh !  Oh !  God !  Yes !"  I pushed her legs 
wider apart, licked down to her cunt and plunged my tongue into her.  She was 
just as tight as Stacy but didn't have the meat on her cunt that Stacy did.  
Her vagina was just a slit, an opening between her legs with very little hair 
around it.  Her body tensed up and her hips pushed up into my face.  She was 
pounding the sand with her fists but still didn't utter a sound although she 
was panting like she had just been in a race.

    When I spread her labia and began licking her from clit to cunt hole, she 
came again and started shaking her head back and forth and moaning.  My cock 
was nowhere near hard enough to fuck her.  Looking up at her, she was still 
going crazy with lust as I lathered her wet cunt with my tongue.  I felt it 
was worth a try and slowly licked my way up to her mouth.  It was dry as I 
frenched with her.

    After transferring some saliva to her mouth, I pulled myself up so that my 
crotch was level with her face.  Her eyes were wide open when I guided her 
face and mouth to my cock.  I told her to lick it and she did.  When I told 
her to open her mouth, she knew what was coming.  Her lips closed around the 
head of my cock and felt tremendous.  I slowly pushed more of my strengthening 
cock into her mouth and then started to pump my hips.  She kept her lips 
wrapped around my shaft with her eyes closed.  I was getting a tremendous 
boner just watching her face with my cock sliding in and out between her lips.  
Decision time - cum in her mouth or fuck her ?  I wish I had to make this 
difficult decision every day !

    I rolled away from her when I was as hard as rock and pushed her off the 
towel.  She just lay there in the sand and I had to reach for her until she 
got to her knees and straddled my middle.  I held my cock up straight away 
from my crotch and she took the head in her hand and guided it to her cunt.  I 
didn't move but let her lower herself on my boner.  Again she was almost 
silent, except for a couple of "Aaah's."  I told her to put her hands on my 
shoulders and then reached for her ass.  With a cheek in each hand, I started 
pumping my cock in and out of her.  She was a much different feel than Stacy.  
Maybe not tighter but bonier.  I quickly worked up a good rhythm and as soon 
as I did, she started bouncing on my cock like it was a pony ride.  I threw 
caution to the winds and started fucking the shit out of her.

    She felt like a china doll riding on my cock and even though the thought 
of holding back flashed through my mind, it was never strong enough to 
overcome that basic instinct.  I rolled her off of me and into the sand, got 
quickly to my knees and between her legs.  Her gash was spread wide and I 
plunged right in.  We were in the sand and I was fucking her brains out.  Her 
legs were up around me and I was up on my arms as I pumped my cock in and out 
of her.  Her scream frightened me but then her arms were up around my neck 
pulling me to her.  I was just able to disengage myself and pull out.  My wad 
rocketed out of my cock and landed up by her tits.  The second spurt landed 
near her belly button and then I dribbled into her bush.  I leaned down and 
kissed each of her nipples which were smaller than before, like pencil leads.

    There was a big glob of my semen on the underside of her right breast and 
I licked it up and then frenched with her.  I was spent and had to roll away 
from her, back on to the towel.  We were both covered with sand but I don't 
remember feeling it as I fucked her.  I eventually helped her to her feet and 
we staggered out to the ocean.  I didn't bother getting another joint.  I was 
wrecked.  We washed ourselves off in the ocean, rubbing the sand off and just 
goofed a bit.  She wasn't modest at all when we walked back to the towels.  In 
fact she sunned herself in the nude for most of the rest of the afternoon but 
I'm just guessing at that because I slept - not just a nap but a dog, dead 
tired sleep.  I was lucky that I put my "T" shirt on as it saved my hide.

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    The sun was low on the horizon when I woke.  The girls were still sitting 
near me and clapped when I struggled to a sitting position.  Stacy said she 
put her towel over my legs as she was afraid I would burn - no shit !  I owed 
that girl a couple of joints if not a lid.  We gathered up our stuff and 
wandered back to the resort.  The sisters left us; to head toward their wing 
of the resort.  Stacy stayed with me.  I asked her if she had to go to her 
room and she told me that her parents were going on some dinner cruise that 
the resort arranged.  I smiled from ear to ear and led the way to my room.

    When we arrived, I threw my towel on the floor and turned to close and 
chain the door.  I didn't want any interruptions.  When I turned back to 
Stacy; she was naked.  Her bathing suit was on the floor at her feet.  She 
walked toward me and asked if I wanted to take a shower ?  Oh boy !  Did I !  
We shared half a joint in the shower, laughing and giggling as we tried to 
protect it from the water flowing out of the shower head.  We also lathered 
each other's bodies until we were both covered with soap, rubbing against each 
other at every possible angle.  My cock was like a sleeping giant though and 
hardly got rubbery while we "fooled around" in the shower.

    I wasn't worried though because this young lady was going to suck it until 
it was harder than rock after I ate her brains out and I could hardly wait.  
We toweled each other off and moved into the other room.  I again went to 
check the door and also checked the connecting door to Sheila's room although 
I doubted she would be making an appearance.

    Stacy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed as I approached, blurted 
out, "Carolyn said she sucked your dick."  My cock twitched at just the words.  
I just nodded my head.  She smiled at me and continued, "You know, that was 
the first time she's ever done that ?"  I nodded again.  "I've never done it, 
either."

    For the first time I spoke, "You'll get plenty of practice tonight, Stacy.  
When do your parents get back ?"

    She smiled and said, "Cool...Aah...Not 'til about ten or so."

    I smiled back at her and moved to stand in front of her.  I dropped to my 
knees and told her that first I wanted to eat her until she came.  All she 
said was, "Cool !"

    I told her to lean back on her elbows and raised her feet to the mattress.  
Her knees fell open and I was greeted by her very hairy young twat.  I started 
on her thighs and worked my way down to the dark curls that covered her mons 
and vagina.  I ran my tongue through the thick growth that covered her crotch 
and finally pried her cunt lips apart.  Her pink vagina looked like it had 
been fucked real good today and I slowly started licking her from clit to 
cunt, pausing every once and a while to poke my tongue into her.  She was wild 
on the bed, egging me on and grabbing the back of my head with one of her 
hands, forcing my face into her crotch.  I spent a lot of time on her clitoris 
which was twice the size of Carolyn's - like a tiny hard pebble hidden in the 
hood of her vagina.

    She started getting very loud when I pushed her thighs back toward her 
chest and licked down to her anus.  I teased it for a bit and then plunged my 
tongue into her asshole.  She came and came again when I sucked her puckered 
anus into my mouth as I tongue fucked it.  Both of her hands were in my hair 
and I was a wild man, running my tongue and lips all over her hairy crotch.  
My cock was starting to stir just listening to her moaning and groaning but 
was quite a distance from being of any use.  She finally pulled me from her 
crotch.  She looked down at me, smiled and said, "Is it my turn, yet ?"

    I laughed and said, "Sure is.  You ready ?"  She nodded her head and I 
stood.  My cock was limp, hanging down on my testicles.  I stepped between her 
legs and she opened her mouth.  I leaned down and dueled with her tongue for a 
bit and then said, "Just lick it like a popsicle for a while, Stacy."  She 
took my flaccid penis in her hands so that just the head poked out of her 
palms and started to lick it.  I told her where my most sensitive spot was, 
right under the crown of my cock, and she concentrated her attention there.  I 
started to get hard - not hard enough to do anything but there was life in me.  
I closed my eyes and just imagined her lips opening and capturing my shaft.  I 
got harder, opened my eyes and looked down at her.  She was staring back at 
me.

    "I must be doing it right.  You're getting harder."  I just smiled back at 
her.  She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock between her lips.  I 
told her to use her tongue while she had my dick in her mouth and she did.  We 
were cooking with gas now.  I wrapped my hands in her long dark hair and began 
to force more of my lengthening cock into her mouth.  In no time at all I had 
her head bobbing on my pole.  She was a quick learner and soon I was as hard a 
stone, thrusting my hips at her face and filling her mouth with my meat.

    The knock at the door made me jump.  I don't think Stacy heard it because 
she kept sucking on my dick - real well, too.  I was in Nirvana.

    "Hey !  You guys.  It's Carolyn."  Followed by another knock.  I pulled 
away from Stacy and walked to the door with a hardon, a yard long.  Well, not 
really but you get the picture.  I opened the door and let her into the room.  
Her eyes got wide when she noticed I was naked with this "big" hardon pointing 
at her.  She looked over at the bed and saw her friend sitting on it naked.  
She was speechless.  I guided her over to the bed.

    Stacy reached out for my cock and was sucking on it in no time.  Carolyn 
just stared.  She was wearing a "T" shirt and shorts and I quickly had my hand 
down the back of her shorts, caressing her bare ass.  I told her to take off 
the "T" shirt and she slowly complied.  She was wearing a white bra and I 
slipped my hand out of her pants and unsnapped it.  My hand slid back into her 
pants and my mouth captured the closest nipple.  I had my other hand in 
Stacy's hair as she was sucking on my cock.

    I quickly dragged Carolyn's shorts and under panties to the floor and sat 
her next to Stacy on the bed.  All the while, Stacy kept licking and sucking 
on my cock.  I finally pulled out of Stacy's mouth and gave Carolyn a little 
cock to suck.  I was in heaven watching these two young things sitting on the 
bed, naked, as they shared my cock.  I talked them into both using their mouth 
on me at the same time and damn near shot my load then.  One of them was 
licking my balls while the other licked my cock.  I wished the other sister 
was here and I'd try for three.  Wishful thinking, Willy.

    My urgency subsided a bit as neither one was sucking me - time to do some 
fucking.  I pushed Stacy down on her back and lifted her legs.  I told Carolyn 
to get on top of her and she looked at me quizzically.  I showed her what to 
do and she did it.  I arranged their behinds so that both of their tight 
little cunts were but three or four inches apart.  Carolyn was up on her hands 
as she didn't want to lie on top of Stacy.  I dropped to my knees and started 
on Stacy's hairy twat, licking it a bit and them went up to Carolyn's not so 
hairy twat.  Almost immediately the girls started giggling and trying to 
suppress moans and groans.  For a while they were successful and then lust 
overcame them and they became horny young women, filling the room with the 
sounds of sex.

    When they were both nice and wet, I stood, guided the head of my cock to 
Stacy's cunt and pushed myself in.  I immediately started fucking her and in 
the process sandwiched Carolyn between us.  Several strokes later I was out of 
Stacy and fucking the shit out of Carolyn.  Both of them were beyond caring 
anymore - all they wanted was my cock, fucking them.  When I'd pull out of one 
and start fucking the other, the first one would moan and groan louder than 
when she was getting fucked.  I don't think I'd ever had it so good.  
Carolyn's little skinny butt was really a turn on.  I should have done her 
doggie style at the beach instead of doing Stacy that way.  I spread her butt 
cheeks and watched her hairless asshole wrinkle as I pummeled her behind.  I 
was getting real close and then I was there.  I don't think I pumped much into 
her, after the workout I got this afternoon, but it still felt great.  I don't 
think I've ever been in such tight young ladies.

    I collapsed on the bed and the girls rolled apart.  They were both still 
giggly.  I was totally wiped out.  I didn't think I could get a hardon for a 
year but was already looking forward to tomorrow and seeing these young ladies 
again.

    "Oh !  Shit !"  Carolyn said.  I looked up and she continued, "I forgot to 
tell you.  Patti spilled the beans to my parents.  She was real fucked up when 
we got home and instead of going to the bedroom; sat on the porch with my dad.  
He started asking her a lot of questions and she started fucking up the 
answers.  As I left she was talking about smoking ganja and nude swimming.  I 
don't know how far she went. "

    I was up and into my shorts in a matter of seconds.  "I think you ladies 
better hit the road for a while.  Carolyn, why don't you call Stacy with the 
bad news - if there is any and Stacy can call me.  I'll lay low for a while 
and maybe we can get together later this week."  I tossed the cigarette pack, 
with a couple of joints in it to Stacy.  She was already into her bathing 
suit.  Carolyn took a few more seconds to dress and then came the knock at the 
door.

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX *****

    The knock sounded again.  I called out.  "Who's there ?"  Tom answered, 
saying that he had to talk to me.  I breathed a sigh of relief and went to 
open the door.  I motioned the girls to the door and before Tom came in, the 
girls scooted out into the hall.  They were giggling as they scampered down 
the hall way.

    Tom watched them go and asked me, "Who the fuck are they ?"

    "Girl scouts.  Selling cookies.  Now, what the fuck do you want ?"  I 
answered.  I was already moving towards the closet to get my B4 bag.  I 
figured it was time to split - catch an early plane to the states.  I had it 
on the bed and was opening it when Tom continued.

    "Aah...You sure about the girl scout thing ?"

    "Tom, what the fuck do you want ?  I've been a good boy and haven't fucked 
up your vacation so don't fuck up mine...Ok !"

    "Ah...Yea...Ok...You having a good time ?"

    "Tom, you didn't come down here to ask if I'm having a good time but I am.  
Having a great time.  Getting laid three, four times a day.  Now, what do you 
want ?"

    "Well...Ah...I'm have a small problem I was hoping you might help me 
with..."  He went on to tell me that the pilot he usually works with couldn't 
make it and he's got some "stuff" he wants to fly to the states; he was 
wondering if I could help him out.  I continued packing, noticing that my 
porno tapes were still at the bottom of the bag.  I swore I left them in the 
bus station locker with the dope.  I looked back at Tom, amazed that this 
asshole would come begging for help after the way he treated me just a couple 
of days ago.  I made sure that the dope and seeds I bought were hidden in the 
lining of my dob kit.

    Then the light bulb flashed on in my head.  This guy wanted me to fly some 
shit to the states - well, I'll be - no customs - no passport check - and 
quick transportation out of here - almost too good to be true.  I had the bag 
packed and sat on the bed next to it.

    "You leaving ?"  Tom asked.

    "Those young things you saw here...Their mother is the horniest lady I've 
met in years and is down here by herself.  She asked if I would move in with 
them for a couple of days.  She doesn't like being down here without a man.  
So to answer your question...Yes.  Now about your problem.  Let me get this 
straight.  You want me to fly some shit to the states for you - is that 
correct ?"  Tom nodded his head.

    "Ok, Tom.  I've got a real sweet heart deal going here so first you better 
tell me what it is and then you better tell me how much and if the answers 
aren't what I want to hear, you can leave by the same way you came in."

    "Well, first, I'd like to see your pilot's license...."  I was off the bed 
and heading toward the door.  "Now give me a second, Willy.  This is big 
money, I'm talking about.  Retirement type money and I don't want to fuck it 
up.  I've got it all arranged.  It'll be a piece of cake."  Yea !  Sure, Tom.  
All dope deals are a piece of cake.  That's why the government spends millions 
of dollars every year trying to track airplanes attempting to enter the states 
illegally.  I had the door open and was guiding Tom toward it.

    "Five grand, Willy.  For flying a couple of suitcases to an airfield in 
the states."  I closed the door and just looked at Tom.

    "Ten grand and I'm a player."  I said.

    Tom said great and opened the door.  He was too quick with the reply and I 
figured I'd never see a dime but what the fuck; I could use the flying time 
and did need transportation to the states.  As we were walking down the hall, 
I remembered that I hadn't found out what we were carrying - coke - probably.

    We caught a cab and about thirty minutes later were at some small dirt 
strip out in the middle of nowhere.  There were several light singles and 
twins parked on a crude tarmac.  Tom lead me to one of the light twins.

    "Where's the stuff ?"  I asked.  Tom told me it was already loaded.  I 
said I'd need time to flight plan as I had no intention of flying off into the 
wild blue yonder without one - especially as ninety-nine point nine percent of 
the flight would be over water.

    Tom pulled a small case out of his tote bag and said, "GPS."  I just 
nodded and then asked if he had some maps.  I'd seen too many magic boxes, 
embarrass too many pilots to ever completely trust them.  They always failed 
at the most inappropriate time.  Tom had a complete set of charts with him and 
flashed them at me.  I grabbed them and spread a couple of them out on the 
wing.  No topographical maps; just airways and the low altitude structure and 
out of date to boot.  I was confident this would be enough.  After all we 
probably wouldn't be high enough to warrant much of a view.  Head north long 
enough and you run into the states.  What's the problem ?

    I inquired about gas and Tom said they'd have to refuel about half way.  I 
asked how that was going to happen and Tom once again held up the GPS gizmo.  
I was skeptical but Tom took out the maps again and showed me where.  Ok, I 
guess ?!

    I wasn't sure what kind of twin it was but it looked similar to the plane 
I took my first Airline Transport Pilot check ride in.  Even with my time 
flying commercial before my family tragedy, I couldn't tell one civilian 
airplane from another.  Now military planes, that was a different story; I was 
sure I could tell whether a F-16 or F-15 was about to gun our brains out.  I 
laughed and told Tom to get in.  I did a slow walk around and found that the 
plane was really a piece of shit but the engines didn't appear too bad.  At 
least they weren't hemorrhaging oil.

    I climbed aboard and fiddled with the door to get it to closed, then 
looked behind me.  There were ten identical suitcases behind the front seats. 
Tom had thrown our bags in the back with the shit.  Whatever the shit was ?  I 
found a tattered pilot's check list on the dash and was slowly going through 
it, familiarizing myself with the knobs and switches.  I turned on the battery 
and was surprised to find the lights worked - well, at least some of them did.  
I asked Tom if he had a flash light and Tom produced one, saying that he 
always came prepared.  Yea !  Right, asshole.  The right engine was harder 
than hell to start but eventually settled into a comforting idle.

    I slowly taxied on to the taxi-way and figured that the plane was real 
heavy.  I checked all four gas tanks on the way out to the end of the runway.  
They were all full.  I did a very thorough check of the mags and the props 
before lining up into the wind.  I figured the field was about three, maybe 
four thousand feet long so I pushed the throttles up and held the brakes until 
the engines developed full power.  The small twin labored down the field and 
finally staggered into the air.  I milked down a little flap towards the end 
but that didn't seem to help at all.  I started a shallow right turn and 
headed out over the water.

    The sun had set as we arrived at the field and now it was almost dark - 
just a pink tinge to the sky in the west.  I totally forget to ask about the 
weather.  This time of year usually brought lots of thunderstorms to the 
Southeast.  Oh !  Well, too late now.  I leveled off at about two hundred feet 
and checked the mag compass with the heading indicator.

    "Hey !  Climb a little higher."  Tom yelled above the noise of the 
engines.  I just looked at him and shook my head from side to side.  Tom 
yelled something again but I didn't even look at him.  We were on our way.

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    The GPS gizmo worked pretty well.  Tom plugged it into the cigarette 
lighter and put the antennae on the dash.  Fifty miles out of Jamaica, I 
started a shallow climb and leveled off at eight thousand feet.  I felt a 
little more comfortable at this altitude and Tom was visibly more relaxed but 
if something happened, eight thousand feet was nothing, out here in the middle 
of the ocean or sea or what ever it was.  I trimmed up the plane and took the 
GPS from Tom.  It took me about half an hour but I finally could make a little 
sense of it.  Someone had programmed in a lot of points and all I had to do 
was steer headings.  The GPS took care of wind and just about everything.

    Refueling was just like Tom said.  We landed on a coral strip out in the 
middle of nowhere.  The atoll was just about the size of the field.  There was 
no one around.  I taxied to where Tom told me and in the dark could see a 
couple of oil drums.  I shut down and Tom refueled while I pumped.  It took 
about half an hour to fill the main tanks and I insisted that we put the rest 
in the outboards.  Tom argued that we had plenty of gas to make it but I was 
insistent.  We were airborne again and I immediately climbed to eight 
thousand.  The only thing we'd run into out here was boats.

    I was beat.  I looked at my watch and found it was almost two - well past 
my bedtime.  I snoozed a bit as we headed north and yelled to Tom to watch 
what the fuck was going on.  Tom yelled at me to stay awake and I thought, 
"Yea !  Right, asshole."

    I was back on the beach this afternoon.  God !  It seemed so long ago.    
I had just got out of the water and was lying on my towel after fucking 
Carolyn.  I smiled at the thought.  I'd been sleeping for quite a while, I 
felt, when Patti shook my shoulder.  She told me I was snoring.  I laughed and 
looked over at the older girls.  They were zoned.  I got up and went back into 
the water.  Patti followed.

    When we were seated in the water, she said, "I saw what you did with my 
sister."  I just nodded.  I wasn't paying any particular attention to her, 
still somewhat getting my shit together.  "Will you do it with me ?"  She 
asked.  I just looked at her.  She was kind of smiling.  I got up and took her 
hand.  As we walked toward the brush, she told me that she had never been 
naked with a guy.  I didn't think I could get it up again but wanted to keep 
the younger one happy, who knows what tomorrow would bring ?  Plus doing a 
little necking and, like the young thing said earlier, maybe get "a little 
finger stink" sounded ok to me.  I laughed when, after we entered the bushes 
she asked if she had to take off her suit.

    I kissed her and soon had my tongue buried in her mouth.  She was a better 
kisser than I thought she would be and it wasn't long before I was massaging 
her tight little butt.  She wiggled around a lot and then we lay down on the 
towel.  I started at her neck and used my tongue to trace every ridge and bump 
I could find.  I pulled the top of her suit down and was surprised to find 
that her nipples and areolae were much more mature than her sister's.  I 
sucked on them for a long time and just rubbed her belly with the palm of my 
hand.  I could hear her breathing increase.  She was trying to breath through 
her nose but couldn't quite hack it.

    When I slid my hand between her legs, she immediately started to grind her 
cunt up against it.  Her nipples were erect, like baby pencil erasures, and 
hard as stone.  I kept licking them and rubbing her slit through her bathing 
suit.  She was very warm between her legs and had more prominent cunt lips 
than Carolyn.  I slipped a finger inside the leg band of her suit and traced 
her vagina.  She also had a lot more hair between her legs - quite a bush for 
such a young thing.  She was very...greasy, almost, between her legs and my 
middle finger slipped into her easily.  When it was in her she started to moan 
a bit and her hips pushed her cunt back against my hand as I finger banged 
her.

    She lifted her ass off the ground several times as I fingered her and then 
finally came to rest.  I slipped my finger out of her and asked her if she had 
an orgasm.  She was beet red and just nodded her head up and down.  Time for 
another one, little girl, I thought.  I crawled down to the bottom of the 
towel and spread her legs further apart.  She was up on her elbows, looking at 
me.  From the look on her face, she knew what I was going to do.  She asked me 
if I wanted to take her suit off and I just shook his head back and forth.  I 
laid down in the sand and started licking her thighs, working my way towards 
her crotch.  I noticed that she hadn't started shaving yet because there was a 
down of fine light hair on her lower legs.

    When I reached her crotch, I gently pulled her suit aside and was treated 
to a nice view of her hairy little snatch.  I could easily see her plump cunt 
lips but she had a lot more hair than Carolyn.  My cock jumped in my trunks as 
I started licking her cunt.  She almost screamed, "Ooooh !" when my tongue 
wedged itself between the lips of her vagina.  It wasn't long and I was 
licking her like a dog - long laps from her cunt to the top of her mound.  Her 
hips were coming off the ground regularly, grinding her crotch into my face.  
She was very salty and gooey.  I finally poked my tongue into her and began to 
tongue fuck her.  She was wild at that point and making quite a racket.  I 
kept working between her legs until she pulled me out of her crotch by my pony 
tail.

    She rolled over on her side and I noticed that one half of her ass was out 
of her suit.  I bent over and kissed her ass, working my way up to her 
shoulder and then her ear.  I whispered to her, "You going to tell sis about 
this ?"

    She laughed.  "They think I'm such a baby but our cousin didn't think so 
last year."

    I laughed, remembering the conversation I'd overheard earlier.  "Why's 
that ?"

    "I sucked his cock almost every day, last year and neither of those two 
bimbos ever figured it out.  Want me to suck yours ?"

    While the thought sounded appealing to me; I didn't think I could get it 
up again.  But Patti was insistent and soon I was on my feet with her on her 
knees in front of me.  She smiled up at me, looking at the bulge in my trunks.  
Soon my trunks were around my ankles and this young girl was giving me a 
tremendous blow job.  Let me tell you, Cousin Bobby did a great job teaching 
Patti to give head.  She first got my dick all wet with her saliva and then 
jacked me off a bit as she licked on my balls.  Once I was hard enough, she 
wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head.  I was in heaven 
again and soon approaching orgasm.  I tried to hold off but couldn't and blew 
a weak load in her mouth.  She sucked on me until I was soft and then licked 
her lips.  Just watching her, I thought I might get it up again.  Yea !  
Right, Willy !

    "Our secret - ok ?"

    I nodded my head up and down and then bolted upright in the pilot seat of 
the light twin I hadn't been flying for who knows how long ?  I scanned the 
instruments and found the aircraft in a slight descent, going through about 
fifty-five hundred feet.  I trimmed a little nose up and the airplane started 
climbing.  I looked over at Tom and found him leaning back in his seat - 
totally out.  I glanced at my watch and found it was a little after four.  I 
grabbed the GPS from Tom's lap and pushed some buttons.  I was a little 
disoriented and finally decided to wake Tom.

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    "Ok, navigator, where the fuck are we ?"  I yelled across to Tom, whose 
chin bounced off his chest a couple of times.  I threw the GPS in Tom's lap 
and he finally looked awake.  Within a few minutes Tom had our exact position 
and told me to fly heading 320.  I started taking the airplane down and Tom 
asked me what the fuck I was doing ?  I looked at him and said, "Navigate, 
navigator."  Tom kept his mouth shut.

    In another hour, Tom told me to tune in frequency 127.17.  I tuned it and 
asked Tom what to do now.  Tom reached for the microphone and said some words 
into it.  I couldn't hear a fucking thing except the sound of the engines.  We 
were under two hundred feet when we first crossed land.  Tom was now giving 
precise instructions and yelled that we only had another thirty minutes or so.  
Shit !  Tom knew exactly where we were and exactly when we would get to our 
destination.  I was also getting the feeling that maybe I was expendable after 
the landing was completed.  I figured we made land fall just West of Panama 
City and another hundred miles or so would take us into Southern Alabama.  
Jesus, I'd been to Alabama once in my life and that was to go to Air Command 
and Staff College - shit - about fifteen years ago.  I couldn't even remember 
the name of the town the fucking base was in.

    I figured my best bet was to casually walk away from the plane after 
landing and head for the brush.  Tom was talking into the microphone again 
when I decided that it was time to get cute.  I rolled the airplane up on one 
wing, pulled about two "g's" and turned about ninety degrees.  Tom went 
ballistic, yelling like crazy.  I casually looked out the window, checking our 
"6" as we used to call it in the air force.  I reversed the turn and got back 
on the last heading Tom had given me.  Now that I was over land, I had climbed 
up to about five to six hundred feet just to make sure that we didn't run into 
any wires or poles.  Good thinking, Willy.

    The fuel needles were bouncing off the empty marks.  Not much gas left.  
Tom yelled at me to slow down.  The field was at our ten o'clock.  I couldn't 
make out anything in the murk of dawn below me.  The sky had started to 
lighten about fifteen minutes ago.  Then I saw it.  Four small lights in what 
looked like a clearing.  Tom was yelling for me to turn but I decided to 
circle the field once to get better oriented.  I approached from the North 
after making out a truck at the South edge of the field in the trees.

    I dropped the flaps, then the gear and slowed to just above a stall.  The 
horn coming on every once and a while as I jockeyed with the power.  I was 
right on top of the trees and then the clearing was below us.  I chopped the 
power and pulled the yoke back into my lap.  To say the landing was firm was 
an understatement but we were hardly moving half way down the clearing toward 
the truck.  I added some power and got up a bit of speed then pulled one 
throttle to idle, hit the same brake and skidded the plane around in a tight 
turn so we were facing the way we came.  I immediately shut down the engines 
and opened the door.  I was on the ground first and had my dick in my hand, 
urinating before Tom got out of the airplane.  In the distance I could see a 
couple of guys heading toward us.  They were a couple of hundred feet away.  
God, did it feel good to piss.

    Tom immediately went to meet them and called back over his shoulder for me 
to unload the airplane.  I took my bag out first, threw it out in front of the 
plane and then started tossing the suitcases out.  They were heavier than 
hell, maybe fifty pounds a piece.  I put the last two on the wing and climbed 
down.  I walked casually toward my B4 bag, picked it up and started heading 
for the trees about fifty feet away.  I heard my name called but keep on 
walking.  I'm about twenty feet from the tree line when I hear Tom beating 
feet toward me.

    "Willy !  Willy !  Hey !  They're going to give us a ride into town.  Hold 
up."  Yea, sure, Tom.  I'm thinking.  I looked over my shoulder at Tom.  He's 
about fifty feet behind me running with a brief case in one hand and something 
else in the other.  It's still not light enough in the field to see much of 
shit.  But something flashed through my mind.  Apocalypse Now !  Those guys 
with the mud on their faces.  I know I flinched for a split second and my 
knees got weak.  Maybe that's why I dropped my B4 bag.  I dropped to my knees, 
pretending to go through my bag.  Sure enough, less that ten feet away, lying 
at the base of a tree is a guy with a rifle.  I took a deep breath and rustled 
around in my bag for a moment as Tom approaches me, now walking.  He's got a 
gun in his other hand.

    "Hey !  We going to split the money now ?"  I say loudly when he's about 
five feet away.  He stays at that distance and I pick up my bag and walk 
toward him.  I'm about two feet away when I whisper to him, "Listen carefully, 
Tom.  I'm only going to say this once.  There's at least three guys over in 
that tree line with war paint on and rifles.  I figure the place is surrounded 
with feds or whatever so I'm going to fly out of here.  You can either shoot 
me here; in which case, you'll probably spend the rest of your life in prison 
getting butt fucked every night or you can put that gun back in your pocket 
and tell me in a loud voice that we're going to split the cash now and then we 
casually walk back to the aircraft."  In the distance, I could see the two 
guys carrying the suitcases toward the truck.

    Tom's eyes were as big as flying saucers.  "Don't look at the trees, Tom.  
Look in my face or I'll take that gun away from you and cram it up your ass.  
Now, are you with me or not ?"

    Tom stuttered a bit but the volume was great.  "Le...Let's split the 
money, buddy and then these guys are going to take us to town."  He had put 
the gun back in the waist band of his jeans and put his arm around my shoulder 
as we walked toward the plane.  I explained to him as we walked that I wanted 
him on the wing as I pretended to look for something in the plane.  When the 
first engine cranked, he was to jump in and hopefully off we went.  There was 
no argument from Tom - not a peep.

    He went to his side and even opened his briefcase - such an actor he was.  
I asked him in a loud voice where the water bottle was ?  He yelled back that 
it was in the plane and up I went.  I grabbed my bag from the wing and tossed 
it into the back, flipped on the battery switch, opened the throttles wide and 
gave the left one a little squirt of gas.  As soon as I hit the starter Tom 
was up on the wing and climbing in.  The left one caught in about six or seven 
blades and I kept feeding it gas until it was running wide open.  I was 
holding the brakes and cranking the right one when I heard - no, I felt a 
round slam into the side of the aircraft.  I'd had this feeling many times 
before, in Viet Nam.  It's not, what you call, a good feeling.  The right 
engine started to catch and I released the brakes.

    We careened off at a strange angle, which probably saved us from taking 
more rounds as the right engine was being temperamental again and I was using 
a lot of rudder to keep us from entering the trees.  Maybe the military 
fuckers in the trees panicked when they saw us coming toward them.  I was 
still fucking with the throttle and mixture when the lights came on - eight or 
ten - what looked like parking lot lights.  I kept my head down and stared at 
the engine instruments.  I didn't need to be blinded.  With a roar, the right 
engine came up to full speed and we were gaining speed rapidly.  I felt a few 
more rounds hit the rear of the plane and snuck a peek at the trees which were 
approaching rapidly.  Airspeed was going through sixty knots when I selected 
about fifteen flap and pulled back on the yoke.

    We were airborne but really wallowing.  I unloaded a bit in ground effect 
and saw the airspeed jump up past seventy.  I raised the flaps and held my 
attitude.  The trees were oh - so fucking close.  I couldn't stand it any more 
and pulled the nose up.  I both heard and felt us scrape some trees but we 
were over them and flying with the airspeed climbing through a ninety knots.  
I raised the gear and made sure that the flaps were up.

    I took a deep breath and then the right engine started to sputter.  I 
looked at the gas gages and both were showing empty.  I reached down and 
turned the cross feed on and then feathered the right engine.  I pulled the 
nose up and climbed until I reached blue line.  Thank God we were empty or 
we'd be in the trees for sure.  I got to about two hundred feet before the 
left engine started to sputter so I turned the boost pumps back on and prayed 
for the best.  Off to my right I saw a clearing and started a shallow bank 
toward it.  I milked some flap down and as I came over the trees, slapped the 
gear down.  The left prop was turning at about four hundred rpm.  The gear 
came down slowly and I don't think they were both down when we met mother 
earth.  The right one came right off, followed by the left one and then the 
nose hit the earth.  I remember hitting my head and that's that.

    When my situation awareness returned, all I could hear was the sound an 
engine makes after you shut it off.  You know, that kind of tinkling sound.  I 
looked over at Tom.  He was leaning against the door on his side of the 
cockpit.  I shook his shoulder and he slumped forward.  There was blood all 
over his side of the plane.  Further examination revealed that he had taken a 
round through the neck and into his head.  He was dead.  I sat back and wound 
my watch.  Time to split, Willy.  I picked up his briefcase, put it in my B4 
bag, took my handkerchief out and wiped every knob and button I touched then 
hopped over the side.  I was in the trees in seconds and started to pace 
myself for a long walk.

                             ***** EPILOGUE *****

    Wayne Montana, special agent-in-charge for the Drug Enforcement Agency, 
was looking through the cockpit of the light twin that had miraculously landed 
almost intact in a field almost two miles from the drug bust.  He had counted 
over fifty rounds in the skin of the plane and it was still able to get 
airborne and fly for a couple of miles.  He figured that it would still be 
flying if it hadn't run out of gas.

    The FAA liaison was on the ground by the cockpit door telling him that the 
reason there wasn't a fire was that the plane was out of gas.  No shit, 
Sherlock !  Wayne could figure that out and he didn't know the square root of 
fuck about airplanes.  It had taken them three hours to find the plane.  The 
pilot was long gone.  He could be anywhere, even in the trees watching them 
now.  Wayne had the locals canvassing the area though because you never knew.  
The pilots were rarely the brains behind these type of smuggling operations - 
just the hired help.  He figured that this guy was no different - a hell of a 
pilot though.

    And balls !?  This guy had big ones.  Wayne figured he had to be 
ex-military to be so cool under fire or maybe he was so out of it that he 
didn't know they were shooting at him.  Some of his people figured the guy had 
made them when he was walking toward the trees at the drop site but Wayne made 
the wrong call and told them to wait.  Oh !  Well, win a few, lose a few.  The 
dogs wouldn't be here for an hour or so.  They'd catch him.  He was confident 
of that.

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