29 comments/ 125546 views/ 14 favorites War of the Carrols By: Softly I'm the luckiest man alive. Yes sir! I've been married to Pamela for ten years, live in Homestead, Florida, and earn my living as a fishing guide, based in Key Largo. The reason that we live in Homestead is that Pam wants to stay in civilization, within driving distance of Miami, with its shows, shopping and her job at Tuthil & Tuthil Engineers. Pam pisses and moans that I should get a real job making much more money. I have told her a hundred times, "Hey, gal, I make enough to put a roof over your head, and I'm doing it getting paid for what I love to do." She mumbles and goes about her business. Her mom and dad, along with her much younger sister live just ten miles away, so she goes over there often. From time to time her mother has suggested that, "If you really care for my daughter, you would earn more money." Her father loves to fish, so he says little, and joins me fishing quite often. Her sister? Think great big ole southern titties. If the stars were to line up just right, I would like to run my Johnson into her. Kids? We don't have any yet. Pam says that she wants to wait a little longer. That's the bad part. The good part is her pussy has never been stretched, so it is tight like a college girl's. I'll say one thing for Pam, if she sees me with my Johnson at full salute, she rolls onto her back and she opens her legs wide for my carrier landing. There is more than one meaning to the term, "Tail Hook." Looking back, you could say that I was living life - Fat, Dumb and Happy. So it was a shock to me when that Saturday came. I was drinking coffee, and reading the paper. She was dressed to go out. She sat across from me. "Jack, I have something to tell you." "Huh?" "Jack, I am not happy. Our life will never get better. I want to travel, see the world. I have my bags in the car. I'm leaving today. We are going to live apart for three months, and then I'm getting a divorce." I was speechless. Just sat there with my mouth open. Finally I said, "I can't afford the house and car payments on my salary alone. You know that." "I will make the payments on my car. You sell the house. We will divide the equity, which should amount to thirty-three thousand dollars." When I heard that she had checked on the value of the house, I knew that my goose was cooked. She added, "Call me on my cell phone at night. Do not phone me at work. Goodbye, Jack." "Wait, Pam, where will you live?" "At an apartment near my work in Kendall." She left. I watched my life drive up the street. I may be just a country boy, but I'm not stupid. The moment that I heard that she was getting an apartment in Kendall, instead of living at home, I knew that somebody was going to help her pay the rent. And the only reason that a somebody would do that was he was getting some prime grade pussy. Knowing Pam, I knew that for her to change horses in the middle of the stream would happen only if the somebody had been in the saddle long enough so that she was sure in her mind that he would marry her and support her in the fashion she felt she deserved. Suspects? One comes to mind right away. Johnnie Tuthil, the son of old man, Sam Tuthil, is thirty-nine, and has been divorced for eight months. One of my golfing buddies knows the Tuthils. He told me that both father and son have been seen at the club with women who work for the firm. Never gave it much thought, since I thought that Pam would be too smart for something like that. There is an old saying, "When a man marries his mistress, there is a job vacancy." However, if there is enough money involved, most women will open their legs, whether they will admit it or not. So what to do? First things first. An hour later, the home was listed. It was sold the next day. I moved to Key Largo. Got a small, very old trailer at a campground. Don't laugh; I had to get real very quickly. Had clients for the next four days. Fishing was good, so the clients had a great time. I have a college buddy, Ryan Robear, who is a Captain for the Homestead police department. He listened carefully to my tale of woe. "Jack, if I put in jail every guy we pick up with a woman other than his wife, there would be very few men walking the streets. That goes for presidents like Kennedy and Clinton all the way down to the bellhops at the Radisson. In your case, I agree with you. Some prick has set the hook in Pam, and has reeled her in. You probably won't get Pam back. And if you could, would you want her?" "Good question. Folks in glass houses should not throw stones. I've strayed a couple times, so I want to see how this plays out before I make up my mind. If you were me, what would you do, Ryan?" "Jack, let me fill you in on my thinking. For starters, what is happening to you happened to me a year ago. I just remarried. But at the time, I wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Another cop, who shall remain nameless, got me aside and told me, Ryan, don't get mad, get even... I ask, how? Will you know, Jack, that cops play for keeps, so I knew what my friend had in mind when he said, Your wife's lover should have a run of very bad luck, as should your wife." "Oh, shit, I like where this is going." "Jack, done right, you should have an ironclad alibi when anything goes down. For now, do nothing, and I mean nothing; don't call her or her folks, don't take any calls from she or her family, and stay down in Key Largo for the next sixty days. Then come see me. I'll make some contacts with my sources. I'll send you a letter. It will have no identification, so don't toss it. Three weeks later, a letter came. It read: Subject has been seen with John Henry Tuthil, dob 02/06/1968 (Photo enclosed) on numerous occasions, including at her apartment, in his car, at the Oceans Lounge, and in his forty foot cruiser, "Being Knotty." Tuthil drives a blue BMW with plate, JHT 5365. Subject now has a green BMW with plate JHT 5366. Subject and JT do a lot of drinking. Both could be subject to DUI, when the time is right. There is another woman, Sharon Butterfield, dob 6/18/1978 (Photo enclosed) who once worked for the firm that is visited by JT. (Busy Boy!) JT paid taxes last year on $328,096.09. The cars, Cessna jet, and the cruiser are in the name of the company, so are perks, as is subject, so it seems. Enclosed is a picture of Wendy Ann Tuthil, dob 12/22/1970. JT's Ex. (Wow) From subjects cell phone, it is known that she has tried to phone the reader at least forty-six times. Would speculate that subject is curious as can be as to why reader has not gone to see mom and dad, or her, pleading for her to come back. Subject's younger sister (She will never sink) has tried to phone reader eighteen times using her cell phone. Wonder what she has been told by subject? On the fifth, make a show of being around Key Largo, and then come to see me at home at eleven am. ____________________________________________________ On the fifth, after a long talk with Ryan, It was decided that I would start off creating minor disruptions in the lives of JT and Pam. My first prank was to wait for "Being Knotty" to depart with my loving wife and John for an evening cruise on the inland waterway. Using a jack, John's car was raised so that I could place wooden blocks under his drive wheel shafts so that his tires were just a fraction of an inch off the road, which he would never see in the dark. I was later told that they were stranded for over two hours on the pier before a tow truck came to tow the BMW. A few days later, cotton balls soaked with pure essence of skunk were placed into the air intakes of Pam and John's cars. Twenty pizzas were ordered to be delivered to Mrs. Pamela Carrol at work. By using the phone in Tuthil's parking garage, the Papa John's dispatcher showed Tuthil caller identification. An ad was placed in the Miami paper that read: Moving soon. The following animals and birds will be given away. Two American Eagles, Two Grey Wolves, One Mountain Lion, Several Leatherback turtles. Come to 23 Tuthil Lane between 9:30 am and 4:30 pm. Ask for John Tuthil. A patrolman watching the place reported that over fifty people showed up. But the real show occurred when the Kendall Animal Control officers showed up with warrants to search both the Tuthil offices and John Tuthil's home. The animals I had listed are all protected, and it is illegal to own them. Ryan, who had a source in Tuthil's, phoned to say that in three weeks they planned a fourth of July company picnic at Sam Tuthil's estate that would include all of their major clients. Since I knew that no one was at their place during the day, I went there every day that I was not fishing. I would spread fifty pounds of birdseed around and then blow a whistle. The plan was for me to drive up to the home and blow my whistle the day of the picnic. Ryan called after the picnic to report that a couple hundred pigeons and seagulls arrived and pooped on the trays of food as well as the guests. Using scuba gear, I went under "Being Knotty" and removed the cotter pins from each propeller. Then I backed the nut holding the props until they were almost off. I knew that Johnnie liked to take clients and hired girls offshore for fun and games. When I heard that he was under way a day later, I phoned Sea Tow and reported that I was a different cruiser that needed help. So when Johnnie's boat became prop less there was no one to respond. I heard that the Gulfstream carried them up the coast twenty miles before help arrived. Shit happens! Down in Key Largo, I went into the campground grocery for some beans, hot dogs, bread and milk. I asked Mrs. Berger for five dollars of easy picks for Saturday's lottery. She did not hear me, I guess, since she handed me twenty dollars worth. Since she is a nice old lady, I didn't say anything. Sunday morning I checked my numbers. Holy jumped up shit, I had all six numbers. I looked at the ticket. It was worth sixty-four million dollars. I was shaking. Wouldn't you be too? The following Monday, I phoned my mom and dad to get their social security numbers. I also phoned my sister, and brother, along with uncle Fred. Altogether, I allocated twenty million of the annuity to them all, so I was left with forty-four million, which being paid off at twenty-five thousand per million for thirty years means that I will have a yearly income of one million, one hundred thousand, or six hundred and sixty thousand dollars a year after taxes. It was a long drive to the lottery office. Soon I had my first check in my hand. The next day I went to see Ryan. He just shook his head as he heard about my luck. Finally he said, "Well, that sure does beat hell, Jack. The rules of the game just changed, didn't they?" Laughing I said, "Yeah, they do." I had visited Wendy Tuthil. She deserved the "Wow" comment by Ryan. In person she was a double "Wow." The conversation was very revealing, if short. It seems that Johnnie told her that he wanted children. Since none came, Wendy went to see John's doctor, who told her, "Mrs. Tuthil, this is all very confusing. John had a vasectomy five years ago, just before he married you." No wonder that she divorced the ass. I knew. I just knew that Pamela had no idea that he was fixed. In fact, since I had heard that they planned on marrying while in Vegas, in a couple months, that Pam probably had gone off the pill. Pamela and Johnnie went to the "High Hat Lounge" at least once every two weeks. It is a nice watering hole, with a good dance band, if you liked slow stuff, with some disco thrown in. Ryan knew the bartender there. Ryan asked me for my coat. He left his office. When he came back, he said. "Jack there is something in your pocket. After you get home read the instructions and go have a good time." Later I found out that I was in possession of fifty ecstasy doses. Two weeks later, I went big time, with a cast of five guys and five women. That night cost me three thousand dollars, and it was worth every cent. With two doses in both Pam and Johnnie boy, a couple, both show people, who were gorgeous, joined them on the dance floor. Johnnie could not take his eyes off Linda, as he knew her. Bill, the other guy, was soon whispering sweet nothings in Pam's ear. Pam and Johnnie were given another dose, plus Viagra. They were asked to join Linda and Pam upstairs. By the time they got to the third floor, both Pam and Johnnie were horny, smiling zombies. Johnnie was taken into one room. Inside there were four more women, who while undressing him stroked his cock. When ready, John, who now was sitting between four naked, lovely women, was slapped hard on the ass. For just a moment, his eyes went wide open, as the camera flashed. It was the first of several great shots, what with his cock stiff and a goofy lustful look on his face. Pam was naked in the next room, with four naked men sitting with her, each with a hard cock. One had a finger in her. Two others had a tit in his palm. The last guy's cock was near her lips. She too was slapped in the ass. More great shots. The guys went to the next room to get John. While they were there, I used a food injector to shoot some of my cum into sleeping Pam's hot pussy. If I were right about her being off the pill, she would get pregnant. Since she had not seen me for three months, she would point the finger at John. I wonder if he will tell her that he thinks that he is shooting blanks? John and his clothes were placed on the bed. We left. Would love to have been a fly-on-the-wall when they woke up in the wee small hours. I cooled it down in sunny Key Largo for the next two weeks. Then I phoned Pam's sister, Karen. "Long time no see, stranger." was her greeting to me. "Would you like to meet me for dinner?" I asked. "Would love to. Jack, I don't know what all Pam has done to you. But I would love to see you. I'll meet you someplace. Mom would have a hissy-fit if she knew that I was going to see you." "How about the "Crazy Whale" at seven?" "Sounds good to me." I closed my cell phone and looked skyward. The stars were lining up just right. I had not had any pussy for waaay too long. Like her sister, Karen was a looker, for those that tore their eyes off her larger than life tits. I was taking a sip of my drink when I spotted her. I spit it out, and coughed. Holy jumped up shit, what was that girl wearing? It looked like a bikini top with tight slacks. She was twenty-two coming across as J-Lo. Every man who wasn't queer had his eyes feasting on her tits as she sauntered across the room. "Jack," she said as she gave me a hug, pressing her tits against my chest. Every man in the room knew that I was a villain, and wished that he were mashed against her body. While we were eating Karen asked, "So, do you miss Pam?" I smiled. "You don't do you, Jack?" "I don't want to hurt your feeling, Karen." "Hey, Jack, I know my sister better than you do. She has pissed off a lot of people with that attitude of hers. Why did you two stay together for as long as you did?" I laughed again. "She was very good in bed." "I'm told that is a family trait." I stopped laughing and looked into Karen's eyes. "I would love to check that out for myself." She reached for my hand. "You are always so good natured, fun to be around. I've wanted to jump in the sack with you for years. One time that you slept at the house, I got up and went to the room you were in to see if Pam was in there or in the other bedroom because the bed is so small. She was with you." "Finish your drink, Karen." The "Crazy Whale" was near a "Howard Johnson." Mr. and Mrs. Jack Carrol checked in at just after eight-thirty pm. They checked out at just after ten am the next morning. Karen was undressed before I was. I had a hard time looking at her face. I know it pisses a woman off who has big tits if you stare at them as though she isn't there. I can tell you that while kissing her, my hand was roaming across Europe and on its way to China. Damn, she was driving me crazy with the feather light touch of her hand slowly gripping and moving up and down my cock. She may have been only twenty-two, but someone had taught this girl what to do to a man to drive him nuts. Speaking of nuts, mine were screaming at my Johnson. "Hey shithead, find yourself a warm, moist, hole and do your thing, so we can shake and dance." He did, they did, and I was in heaven. If I thought that Pamela was tight, I was in for a great surprise. I didn't know that a woman could be as tight as Karen. And my friends, she was a moving target. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that the woman was trying to rip my cock and balls off. What really was exciting was that she was having so much fun, giggling, moaning, asking me for the impossible; "faster, deeper, hold it, hold it. Now, Jack, come in me baby. Oh, God, that was good. I can't wait for you to get hard again. I am going to give you the fuck of your life, Jack. I love to do the reverse cowgirl." We had only just begun. Just before we left the hotel I got serious. "Karen, don't read too much into our little tryst last night. It was great fun, but don't for a second think of me as husband material. I am fifteen years older than you, and I am still married to your sister. You asked last night if I missed her. To be honest, yes, I do, but the ball is in her court, at least for now." "Oh, Jack. Last night was just fun and games for me too. Not to say that I would not like to try it a few more times. Just give me a call." When I got back to my little trailer, I opened a beer, put the feet up, and thought that life was good again. Pussy does that to a guy. A couple days later, I was ready to go back to the war of the Carrols. As I opened the door to leave, I found Pam's dad, Alan Dupont standing there. "Can I have a talk with you, Jack?" "Sure Alan, I have no quarrel with you. Come in." Alan sat down. "You have every right to be very angry with your wife, Jack. But the real villain is not Pam; it is your mother, Marie. For you information, the line that she has pounded at you and Pam, she has used on me for years. "If you love me, you would make more money," Alan spat out sarcastically. Then he looked at me for several moments. "I have heard from Marie that John Tuthil and Pamela have had a run of bad luck. I would consider it a favor, when you pray to your God, that you ask for some of that luck for Marie. Just about anything that a man could dream up would be fine with me." I smiled. He stood up, shook my hand and said, "When the dust settles, I would like to go fishing with you, Jack." "Be a while, Alan, but we will get around to it. I knew that Pam's mother played in a women's twilight league on Tuesday afternoon at four. It cost me five hundred dollars, but she was given ecstasy and delivered to one of the guest rooms at the club, where five college guys that I had drive down from Tampa waited for her. I sat in the shadows of a closet while the guys had a good time screwing her. They used her in every position that you can imagine, with me taking great photos. My favorite was she on her back with a guy under her with his cock in her butt. Another is standing with his cock pounding in and out of her pussy, while a third has his cock in her mouth. I took stills and video with cameras of professional quality. You can see the hair on her lips, and count pussy hairs. If you think that she was forced, think again. She loved every minute of it, and it showed. It blew me away when after the guys had showered her and got her dressed that she gave each one of them a kiss and thanked them for such a good time. Karen had said that being good in bed was a family trait. Like Karen, Mrs. has huge tits, which were fun to watch swinging and swaying, as well as flopping all over her chest. War of the Carrols I asked Wendy Tuthil out on a date. During dinner, I thought that she was way out of my league. I mean this was a refined, savvy, woman who had gone to Wellesley College. When she looked into my eyes, I just knew that she could read me like a book. She was a far different kind of woman than Karen. You could visualize Wendy being married to a president like Kennedy. "So, what do you do for a living, Jack?" "I am a charter boat captain." "Where do you live?" "On Key Largo, in the Keys." "Oh, I have been there. I drove to Key West two years ago. It is beautiful down there." I had just purchased a nice home on the water, so I took a wild shot. "Would you like to come down for a visit?" She stopped smiling. Her eyes looked deeply into mine. "This is a first date, Jack. I don't know you. Any other man I would think was a fool for making that kind of a move on me. But you are different than any man that I have met before. I may be wrong, but I think that I can trust you. So, yes, I would like to visit you for a few days. Besides, I like to fish." We got to my place at just after midnight. I got close to Wendy, holding both her hands and said, "Wendy, I'm a play for keeps kind of guy. I have never played with a woman like you. So, I don't want to do anything that you are not ready for. The bedroom at the end has a bathroom, and a small refrigerator. I'll be in this bedroom, if you need anything. Have a good night. I'll see you in the morning." "You make a woman feel important, Jack. Thank you for your consideration." She kissed me on the lips and was gone. The next morning she came out for breakfast wearing a white robe. After breakfast, she said that she would like to get some sun. "Jack, will you please put the sunscreen on me?" As she approached the pad, she doffed her robe. She was naked. By the time that I had spread the sunscreen over her butt, I was hard. When I finished, she twisted and reached for my swimsuit, pulling it down. Boldly, she wrapped her hand around my cock. "I like to make men hard when they see me. Tonight, I want to join you in bed, Jack." "Did you have to tell me now?" She laughed. Two days later, I got a call from Karen. "Jack, can I come down and see you?" "I'll call you back, Karen." I told Wendy who Karen was, even that she was my wife's sister. Wendy said, "She won't bother me if she comes." I told Karen to plan on spending the night, since it is a long drive down. I also told her that Johnnie Tuthil's ex-wife was visiting me, and that she knew who Karen was, and it was not a problem. She came. When Wendy was alone with me, she made a statement that nearly blew me away. "What a body that girl has, Jack. I would love to bury my tongue in her pussy." I looked at her, wide eyed. She saw the look. "Jack, Jack, I'm AC/DC. You will love it if we can get her into a threesome. You will have two pussies to snake your peter into." Wendy gave Karen an afternoon brandy. At supper, she was served two bloody Marys with double the vodka. I slipped both women an ecstasy. Wendy talked Karen into taking a quick skinny dip in the pool. When they came back, both got into the shower. I watched as Wendy washed Karen. She ran the washcloth all over her breasts, up her pussy and her butt. "Now do me," Wendy commanded." When Karen got to her pussy, Wendy pulled the lips apart so that Karen was washing the clit as well as her vagina opening. Karen didn't object when Wendy steered her into the bedroom, or when she was lowered to her back. She shuttered when her slit was worked on. The "tell" was when her legs opened further, as her butt lifted up as she did just before I slid my cock into her. Wendy's ass was sticking up, with her crack inviting me to join the action. Women are called "split tails" for a reason. She had nearly a full bush, so there was this area of black with a wet red eye blinking at me as she wiggled to keep her mouth on the undulating Karen, who was moaning and groaning. Johnson saw that target, so he dragged my ass along as he ran to dive into that foxhole. There was no foreplay, just boom, right up to the balls. Wendy raised her head while whispering, "Do me, Baby, do me." A few pumps were all it took for Wendy to yelp as she tightened her cunt on my cock. A few more licks, and Karen was ready for some deep penetration. As Wendy rolled aside, I lowered my self onto and into Karen. On the fifth push she came hard, with her eyes shut, her hands clenched, and her toes pointed. She was red all over, with sweat dripping off her tits. It was quite a sight. I don't know where my stars were that night, but they had to be set like bowling pins. Wendy sat up. "Jack, you know I would love to live here with you and Karen." Karen smiled as she said, "Me too. My mom is a pain in the ass. Every guy that I date she dumps on. "He is not good enough for you," she says." I was stunned. Wendy had just told me/us that she wanted to stay here at my home. Karen looked at me with a questioning look. Seeing no negative signs from me, she said, "I can't think of anyplace that I would rather be." After a pause, she asked. "Jack, can you afford to have all three of us live here?" Before I could answer, Wendy said with a shrug. "Money is no problem. With the money I got when I divorced Johnnie, and the money I inherited from my grandfather, I am worth well over three million dollars. Now was not the time for me to spill the beans about my lottery winning, so I kept my mouth shut, except for the grin that was spreading from ear to ear. Two days later, I needed a rest. So, I thought that it was time for some more war of the Carrols. I sent Pam the pictures of John with the four naked women. John got the pictures of Pam with the naked men. They were hand delivered by a Federal Express person at two pm, when everybody was at their desk. No mailroom clerk would be able to modify the results. Ryan and I were up the street with binoculars, sitting in an undercover cruiser. At seven after two, a very irate Pamela exited the building holding the large brown envelope in her hand. Johnnie opened a second story window. He gave Pamela the finger while shouting something. We could not hear him, but from the movement of his lips "Fuck you cunt" would be a good guess. I had told Karen that she should not tell Pamela where I lived. During the next week, my caller ID showed over fifty calls from Pamela's cell phone. Sixteen calls went to Karen, who finally agreed to drive up and meet with Pam. I told Wendy of my lottery winning, after she agreed to keep my secret. I also told her that if anyone asked that she owned the Key Largo home. The phone rang. I answered. "Jack, Ryan here. Pamela no longer works for Tuthil. He has dumped her. The green BMW is sitting in the Tuthil's garage. Pamela has moved to her folk's home. Time for your next ICBM." "Tomorrow, Ryan" At just after six when Pam, along with her mother and father had just sat down for dinner, the Federal Express man rang the doorbell. Alan Dupont took the envelope and returned to the dinner table. It was marked as though it had come from his brother in Maryland. He opened it. Twelve10" by 12" pictures of his wife, Marie, lie on the table. She was having sex with five young men. Alan could not believe his eyes. He was flabbergasted. His eyes met Marie's while handing the photos to Pamela, who instantly knew that they were taken by the same camera that had been her downfall. As he said, "How could you, Marie?" Pamela said, "Wait Dad. I have something to show you." She got the pictures of herself with the naked men. Alan looked at the quality of the photos. It was twenty seconds before anyone spoke. Alan broke the silence. "You really screwed up, Pamela. You thought that Jack was just a dumb country boy who got along because he had a great personality. Well, he took your hotshot boyfriend down. His father demoted him. He blew your grand plans to marry a millionaire to smithereens. Now he has Marie and I in a stockade with our naked asses out for all to see. If he sends these pictures to our friends, neighbors, and relatives, there is nowhere we can run. And you know what, he has never phoned here, or phoned you. He has asked for nothing. I'll bet you that there are no prints on this envelope or pictures, so he will sit down on his fishing boat, with us waiting for the other shoe to fall. And, Pamela, there is no end in sight. If you try to date another guy, Lord knows what he will do to that poor fellow. Lastly, Pamela, mother told me that she thinks that you are pregnant. Is that so?" Pamela started to cry. "Yes. John swears that he has had a vasectomy. He showed me a doctor's affidavit saying so." "So, you got knocked up when you were with the four guys in the pictures?" "I guess so." Alan is a cunning old man. He thought for a few minutes, and then he slammed his fist on the table. "No, dammit, Jack would never allow that to happen. I'll bet you dollars to donuts that the father of the baby you are carrying is none other than Jack Carrol, your husband. Think of it? He is royally pissed off, and rightly so. But, He doesn't hate you so much that he wants you to have a half-baked kid. When you were out in that hotel room, he somehow shot some of his sperm into you. If you had married John, he would have watched from afar while John raised his kid. Now, as still his wife, he can play the game any way he wants to. No judge would give you a warrant to secure his DNA. Even you would have to say that you haven't seen the man for months. He is in Key Largo after all, and can prove it. At the same time, we know that he wanted kids, so if he is so inclined, he can sue for visitation rights. And you two thought that he was a dumb old country boy? What is the status of your divorce proceedings?" "We have both signed the papers. The divorce is final." "Well, just what do you intend to do? Do you still love him, and does he still love you?" "Dad, I have not spoken to Jack for months. He has never called me since the day that I walked out." "Sounds like you are shit-out-of-luck." Marie spoke up. "Maybe if I went down to Key Largo, I could find out what he is thinking?" Alan laughed. "The last time he saw you, you were letting five guys screw you. He probably won't talk to you unless you get naked for him." "Dad, you, and we may be wrong about Jack being behind all this." Alan shook his head. "You two still think that he is just a dumb old country boy. I'll tell you what, why don't you both go down to Key Largo. You may have to get a motel room, since Jack had to sell his home, thanks to you, Pamela. He probably lives in a cheap trailer?" Alan phoned Jack to give him a heads up about the women coming down to see him. Jack invited Alan to also come down, but after the women, in his own car. He gave Alan his new address, but said to park at the marina and walk to the house about two thirty. "What do you have up your sleeve, Jack?" "An elaborate charade, if I can pull it off, Alan." "I can't wait, son. Oh, and if you know anything about some pictures that came to my house, they caused quite a scene." Jack laughed. "See you tomorrow, Alan." The next day at just after noon, Pamela and Marie stopped at the Exxon station in Key Largo. To the attendant, Pam asked, "Do you know a Jack Carrol?" "Everybody knows Jack." "Could you tell me where he lives?" "Sure, go to the traffic light, turn left and go to the end of the road. Jack lives in the house that sits by itself on the point." When the house came into view, both women opened their mouths in awe. It was nicer than the house that he had sold, and had a large, in-ground swimming pool. Wendy answered the door. Pamela, who had seen her picture at Johnnie's home, knew who she was. "Does Jack Carrol live here?" "Yes. Please come in. Jack is fishing with clients. He should return by three." Marie could not hold her tongue. "Is this your home?" Wendy smiled. "First, who are you? "I am Marie Dupont, and this is my daughter, Pamela Carrol." Wendy smiled a knowing smile. "It is my house. Jack stays here. It is mutually convenient for us, but we are not an item. Would you like a drink?" Pamela and Marie sat down heavily, speechless. Marie finally said. "Yes, I think that we both could use a strong drink." "Would a Long Island Ice Tea suit you?" "In a milk glass, please." Wendy, who was long gone from Johnnie's life before Pamela came on the scene, had no ax to grind with Pam. She did know about some of the pranks that Jack had pulled, and that Johnnie was history. That Jack went to the effort of doing them told Wendy that he still cared for his wife. She had sat him down. "Jack, I am here for fun and games. I am not husband hunting. If you and Pamela split and we are together for a year, I might change my mind. But, I don't lack for male companionship, so play the game anyway that suits you." Now with Pamela here she surmised that Pamela was here with her tail between her legs hoping that Jack would take her back. Jack and Wendy held all the aces. A devious plan trotted through her mind as she fixed the drinks. She got horny thinking of sinking her tongue into Pamela and Marie's hot gashes. Each was given two doses of ecstasy. Their first drink was followed by a second. It was a hot, humid day. Marie and Pamela were over dressed, and perspired openly as the drinks took their effect. "Lets all go for a dip?" Wendy said, merrily. Before either answered, she continued, "We don't need a suit, since there is a high fence." Pamela, who had gone from being depress, to now feeling as though her troubles could be solved, stood and said, "C'mon, Mom, we need a swim." Wendy watched with glee as fresh tits and lovely pussies were exposed for her view. Soon all three women were sunbathing nude. It would have been unthinkable just an hour ago. Marie and Pam fell asleep. Jack drove his boat to the pier. His clients left. Wendy took him aside to tell him of his visitors, and their condition. Alan arrived. Alan, Jack and Wendy carefully carried both women into separate bedrooms. Each was tied to a bed, with a blindfold on. Wendy started with Marie. She had a devilish grin on her face just before she flicked her tongue up and down Marie's slash. Marie started to squirm. Now, awake, she did not know where she was. Her first reaction was that she was in bed with Alan. Then Wendy said. "You really like this, huh?" Marie remembered where she was, but being so horny, she could not stop her pussy from pressing up at the wandering tongue. Wendy slid off the bed to be replaced by Alan, who had a strange cologne' on and was wearing a wig, so that hair brushed against Marie's face, as he slid his cock into her pussy. Marie bucked and struggled as the stranger had his way with her. But then, there was no holding back, she came. Wendy said, "She is such a slut." Wendy now turned her attention to Pamela. Pam was awake, and was trying to figure out what had happened. Wendy said. "Pamela, I am going to feast on you lovely cunt, and then one of my friends is going to fuck you. Enjoy." She squirmed, bucked and tried to roll. But the tongue and Jack's cock would not be denied. Jack had strange cologne on, as well as a wig. A sheath of leather and a condom thickened his cock. She came twice. To her Wendy said, "Pamela, you are such a slut. You will come for any man who gets his cock into your pussy." Jack and Alan left. They took his boat to the marina, where they dropped it off. Jack took delivery of a forty-five foot boat that could accommodate up to thirty anglers. He headed back to his pier. Alan and Karen arrived at the house. Returning to the room where he had just had sex with his wife, Alan exclaimed; "Marie, can't you keep you clothes on?" Seeing his cum running down her crack, he added, "You have had sex with someone again? This may be it for us, Marie." As Karen freed her mother, Alan walked into the room where Pam was. "Pamela," he screamed. "I thought that you came down here to save your marriage. What are you thinking? I can see cum running out of your pussy, girl." Jack walked in. "What all is going on, Alan? How on earth did they get into my home? From the looks of them, it appears they got it on with a couple of fellows. Wendy, did you let them in?" "Yes I did Jack. They got drunk. Neither minded when I went down on them." "Who was it that screwed them?" "The two yard guys stopped by, and saw me eating them. They asked me if anyone would mind if they joined in." Wendy winked at Jack as she added, Both Pamela and Marie just loved having a cock thrust into them." Marie, now dressed, jumped up. "I said no such thing." Wendy turned on a small voice operated recorder. Marie could be heard moaning, "Yes, yes, yes, it feels so good." Alan turned to Pamela. "Do you have something that you would like to tell Jack?" "Yes, but in private." When alone, Pamela pleaded. "Jack, my life has been hell since I walked out of our house. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, and let me come live with you? I'll do anything that you want me to do to prove my love for you." "Pam, I have thought about this a lot. I'm just a country boy who likes to keep things simple. Life will not go back to the way it was for some time, if ever. I still love you, but from now on both you and your mother must play the game by my rules. Are you willing to do that?" "Yes," she said with no hesitation. Let's go talk to the rest. First, Jack told everyone what he and Pam agreed to. Then he turned to Marie. "You too must agree to do what ever I ask of you. If you aren't willing, then you and Pam are out the door." "And I'll divorce you, Marie." Alan added. Marie started to say something, then shut her mouth. All sat silent for several moments with all eyes on Marie. Jack's involving her was a bluff, but it paid off. Marie said, "I'll do anything for my daughter and grandchild." Everyone looked at Jack to see his reaction to the news that his wife was pregnant. He kept his poker face while saying, "Okay, here is what we will do. Pamela, Wendy, Marie and Karen will live her with me. You all will be crew on my new boat. Alan, would you like to retire and become my first mate and live here too? "Is the Pope still a Catholic? If you're serious, I can be back in a week." "Well, since it is Saturday, Alan, stay the night. Tomorrow we will take a shake down trip with the boat. During the trip, I will show the women what they are to do to help the customers. Alan, I will show you how to run the boat if I need to help a customer with a very large fish, and how to check on the engine." A week later, now with the women fully trained at bait cutting, rod maintenance, and boat cleaning, they were ready for the first trip with paying customers. A half-hour before boarding, Jack brought out the women's suits, which were red bathing suits. "Listen up gals. When we get out past three miles I will toot our horn. That is your signal to take all your clothes off. Over the speakers, I will invite the passengers to disrobe also. Then the passengers will be invited to apply sunscreen to you. Each passenger is to do a part of you. I will tell them that when they are finished, that you will apply sunscreen to them. I want everyman's cock to be protected. Got that? Oh, and don't worry, I will tell the passengers that they can touch you all they want, but with no penetration." "Jack," asked Wendy. "How about any women passengers?" "You can do them, with Alan sharing." The first trip went off well. After a short time, the women forgot about being nude, since they were very busy. The passengers too were busy catching fish. But everyman would pat a pretty ass or bouncing boob as it passed. War of the Carrols Word of mouth spread the news about "Carrol's Candy Fishing Trips." Soon they were booked for over a month ahead. The phone rang. "Yes, Jack Carrol here." "Mr. Carrol, you site states that you normally don't take charters on Monday." "That is correct." "I represent some of the players for the New England Patriots. They would like to use your boat next Monday. We are willing to pay a thousand dollar more than your regular rate." "Will this be all men?" "That is correct." "I'll set up the trip for you on one condition." "And that is?" "After the trip, would your boys be interested in joining me and my crew, which includes four attractive women for a party at my house." There was a long pause. "Are they the four women pictured in your on-line site?" "Yes, and you can tell you guys that they will be very friendly. Also, these girls are not pros." "Mr. Carrol, as a fishing guide, I would think that you know that the boy might get rambunctious?" "I would be disappointed if they didn't." Laughing. "We will see you Monday. There will be fifteen in the party, including myself. I and Donald Foster, the advance man." The day came. Jack had told his crew of the trip, but had not told them who the passengers would be. When three miles offshore he made the usual announcements, but make no mention of penetration restrictions. Soon all were naked, and had sunscreen applied, which was fun for all. Foster took to Wendy right away. Since he was tall, dark, and very good-looking, she liked his attention. When he got naked, she knew that she wanted to get to know him much better. When Marie bent over to get some bait, a huge tackle ran his finger up her slit. Tom Brody, who was dating a model, took to Karen right away. Tom approached Jack. "Yo Jack. Is Karen going with anyone?" "No Tom. She is my wife's sister. I have known her for eleven years. She is easy to be around and is a keeper, not to mention that she has a body to die for." "Man to man Jack. Do you have any knowledge as to how friendly she would be on a first date?" Jack laughed. "If she is anything like her mother and her sister, Tom, she will keep you very busy." "Thanks buddy." Jack had just had a causal conversation with one of the best quarterbacks who have ever played the game. It could have just as well have been with the kid at the Exxon station. A real nice guy. When Tom came on to Karen later, she looked at Jack and gave him a wink. She had seen Tom talking to Jack. Later she approached Jack. "Did Tom ask you about me?" "Yes. I told him that you are a cold fish." She burst out laughing. "You did not, you fool. I'll bet that you told him that I'm hot." "I told him that if you are like your mother and Pamela that you will keep him busy." Karen punched his arm, laughed some more, and went back to the area where Tom was fishing. By the time that they were returning to port, Karen was sitting naked in his lap. Back at the house, drinks were flowing. Steaks, potatoes, and corn were cooked. Tom and Wendy left shortly after the meal. Donald and Wendy disappeared. Alan told Burk Hudson, who had a huge dong, I mean really unreal - as thick as your wrist - that he should make a move on Marie, who was letting the guy's grab-ass with her. Marie allowed Burk to lead her to the end bedroom. Burk, who stands six foot seven and weights over three hundred pounds pounded into Marie faster than Alan or Jack imagined that it could be done. Her tits were flying so fast, they were hard to see. Burk was kneeling with Marie's legs in the air. Another player told him to scoot her over so that her head was off the bed, so he could run his cock into her mouth. Pamela came into the room. She watched Marie being sexed for several moments. She took Jack's cock into her hand. "If you will sit down, I'll suck your cock." Jack sat in a chair. She took just the end of his cock into her mouth, sucking it gently. Pamela was now bent over. Another player came up behind her. Looking at Jack he asked, "Can I play with this end?" "Be my guest." Pamela looked up at him in surprise, as a long thick cock spread her pussy lips. She took more of Jack's cock into her mouth. The other guy was now impacting against her ass cheeks as he drove himself into her up to the balls. She was now rebounding between the men, at times with her nose in Jack's muff, with all of his cock in her mouth. Jack took a swig of his beer. With one child coming, and at least two more in the next three years, things were going his way. He looked over at Marie, who at that moment was sucking Alan as another guy was fucking her. Ain't that a sight, he mused.