After dinner we went back to the apartment and put on some music, and I broke out the toot. We continued to drink and toot and then the girls started to dance for me and kiss me. Before long we were in a pile on my bed, Tara, Ebony and I. Tara and I concentrated on Ebony, licking and biting her until she could no longer stand it. It was Tara’s turn next and then mine. Before the night was over we were all satisfied and fell asleep in each others’ arms.
CHAPTER 13
Terry came back in less than a month, and I was never so happy to see anybody, as these women were in their twenties and insatiable. I needed some relief! I didn’t know for sure, but felt some reality to the saying ‘Too much of a good thing can kill you” I felt that if I lost anymore body fluid, I would die.
I went in for a nap and left the three of them to play. I saw Terry intermittently over the next few days when he was getting a beer or whatever. It took that long before he caught up with sex and then sleep. Terry and I finally sat in the apartment and talked about the future. I told him I was committed to killing everyone in the Cartel or breaking it. I also talked about how our chances of staying alive through this were next to nil and that if we failed and were caught, we would be tortured for days before we would die. I told him that we needed to be prepared to kill ourselves if we were caught.
Terry held up his coffee cup in a toast and agreed to everything, saying, “Okay, do we walk or drive”
So we toasted to our great adventure, which we knew could possibly be our last.
The first thing on our agenda was to go back to the U.S. to buy a boat to live on. I knew more about boats than Terry, so I took the lead on this one, and we left for Brownsville to look at some. We thought we would be safer if we lived on the boat as ‘Rich Americans’ and just used the apartment for shooting.
In Brownsville, we found ten different boats to choose from and settled on a sixty-foot Bayliner that was five years old but had been treated well by its owner. We spent the next few days getting the engine tuned up, new furniture and carpet.
The rest was up to the girls. They would take charge of the decorating, etc. The boat was out of the water for a week while the bottom was painted and the props and shaft were checked out.
After that we moved the girls to the boat so they could finish their shopping and decorating. The girls loved the boat, and we were sure they would enjoy spending the one hundred grand we had given them to get it set up.
We returned to the apartment, formulated a plan and got set up to work.
Terry had no experience with sniper fire long distance shooting so he was to be my spotter, and I trained him as such. That night we sat at the table and zeroed in on the front of the compound.
There were two guards there as usual, and they were trying to stay out of sight as much as possible. We took a break for dinner, and afterward, as Terry was looking through his spotter scope, he told me that the guards were out in the open.
I made us each a Jack Daniels and told him I would take the first one, and then in an instant, I would also take out the second one. He didn’t believe that I could shoot that fast.
“Just watch me,” I said. He gave me the wind and distance, so I let one loose, and within seconds I let the other one loose. Both bullets hit their marks, and both guards were dead.
Terry looked through the scope for another minute and then said, “That’s it, no noise, no fighting back? Where did you learn to do this anyhow?”
“Back in the day I was a Marine sniper,” I said, “and believe me, that was an easy shoot.”
Terry was very disappointed and said that was not what he had pictured. He said that shooting someone a mile away with a silencer was not his style. “Let’s go there and kill somebody tonight.”
“Should we walk or take the car?” I replied. We broke into laughter and then got ready.
We dressed in black, and at two in the morning, we snuck up on the guards and slit their throats. We continued on to the house where we encountered four other men, and we opened fire on them with a full automatic spray, which was a silenced gun.
Two of the men fired into the air as they went down, alerting the others who came from every direction shooting. They were in a panic, so we killed them one by one, but they kept coming from behind buildings and cars. They came as fast as we knocked them down.
When it was over, I had less than ten rounds out of one hundred, and Terry had less than that left.
We made our way back to the apartment and had drinks before we even asked if the other was okay, and then we probably asked each other about a hundred times.
“Well,” I said, noting the blood on Terry’s clothes, “was that up close and personal enough for you? Did you find that exciting enough?”
“That was like an angel pissing on my tongue,” Terry said.
We sat at the table and talked over the night’s events until just about daylight, watching all the activity at the compound.
“Let’s take one or two out before we go back to the boat or the sun comes up,” I suggested.
We got set up and Terry said, “Now, this isn’t so boring, knowing there are moments of sheer terror to offset this uneventful shit.”
We both had a good laugh over that before we zeroed in on a guard. I turned one loose, and as he fell, we found the second target, and I shot him, too. We packed everything and went to sleep until morning as we knew they would be searching the city now for anyone leaving town.
The following day, we left for the boat and the girls, and thankfully, the trip was uneventful.
The boat looked great with all the new improvements; in fact, it looked brand new. The girls looked even better, of course, and were happy to see us. We spent the rest of the day looking over the boat, and then took a nap before going out to dinner. We found a nice restaurant and got a table, had dinner and drinks so the party could begin. When we returned to the boat, we were happy to see how it looked with the night lights on. It was a very pleasing sight to the eyes, and it looked magnificent in the slip.
Brownsville and Matamoros were on either side of the river, so we kept the boat in a marina on the U.S. side. The amenities were so much better on the American side, too. We had decided to keep the apartment in Mexico for work, and, in case we needed a hiding place if things got hot.
We knew we had to make a list of all the other things we wanted fixed or changed on the boat, but that could be done the next day. This night was for us.
We partied until three and then retired to our rooms to be with our suntanned, young women. It was all I could do to hold Tara down on the bed as I ate her great crotch. The master suite was just perfect with its own head and all built-in dressers. The guest room was great also with a fully equipped head just across the hall.
We had our usual coffee and fruit about nine that morning. Terry and I made a list of what we wanted accomplished while we were gone. We partied for a couple of days with the girls and cut a deal with the ships carpenter to make hidden compartments for guns and toot, and then left again for Mexico.
CHAPTER 14
Back at the apartment, we spent some time checking out the compound. We discovered that in an effort to keep the guards from being killed, they had moved them all inside the wall. They had filled in the gate with steel so we were not able to see inside.
We knew we had to come up with a new plan. Over drinks, we talked and decided to blow the back wall down. We would have to go back to Brownsville to pick up some plastic explosives or shape chargers. It turned out we couldn’t get plastics, but we could get dynamite and primer cord. After we spent the night on the boat with the girls, we returned to the Mexican side.
That night we got everything ready and drove to within a couple of blocks of the compound and then walked the rest of the way.
We set the explosives at three places on the wall, which were to go off about thirty seconds apart and take out some guards to clear the way for us.
We blew the first one, and the hole was big enou
gh to drive a truck through, then the second and third ones blew in succession. The second and third had three times as much explosives. We figured the shrapnel would take out a lot of the men as they ran to the first hole, and it did.
We jumped through the first hole with guns ablaze and kept firing and changing clips as we made our way to the window side of the house and shot out one and threw in grenades. We kept firing as more men came at us from the main courtyard. Laying down a spray of bullets, we watched them fall.
I yelled, “Let’s go!” as we retreated through the hole and threw a couple more grenades and continued to shoot at the guards who were firing at us with machine guns. One thing being in the military ingrained in me was to never back up, because if you show you are not afraid to die, the other guy always loses. You must always go forward and run to the roar, never lose your nerve or your guard, at least that is what you want him to perceive, and perception is reality! I was able to do this because this is what I was taught and believe, but Terry was just crazy, and death had no meaning for him. We were able to do this together, and they fell to our advance. When they were all down or dead, we got back to our car and sped away.
We got back to the apartment and took off our vests. Terry had four or five dents in his, and mine had two. It was lucky for us that the shots all came from Sub-Nines MM, and the vests were able to stop these with ease.
We were high from the adrenaline and the excitement. It was still dark, so we kept the lights off and sat with drinks in hand and waited to have a look at what was left of the compound.
As a pink dawn slowly spread across the landscape, we could see the destruction. The wall had been decimated, and we could see the bodies of the dead and injured guards everywhere.
We went back to the boat the next day, and of course the girls were happy to see us and were still ‘high’ from all the shopping. We were so happy with the reception and ‘high’ from the other night’s experience that we gave them another ten thousand to shop with, and we stayed back on the boat and worked.
Over the next week, we heard that the Cartel was moving headquarters again, now to Cuidad Juarez/El Paso. We had done what we could to eradicate them and decided to take the boat across the Gulf of Mexico to Florida and spend a couple of years seeing the sights. We thought we might go on to the Bahamas after that.
We needed to find a captain and cook with good experience, and who would also fit our lifestyle. We contacted a crew headquarters and gave them our criteria. They lined up several couples, including some husbands and wives for us to interview that were qualified. We were offering a boat credit card with a fifty-thousand maximum and a salary of fifty thousand a year each with a one year contract, owner’s option to renew.
The compensation we offered was about twice the going rate, which we needed to do because of our lifestyle and our desire to have the best. The contract also included a ten thousand a year per person increase if all went well and even if we tired of the boat or died, they still received it free and clear at the end.
After interviewing several people, we found a competent captain and cook, Bob and Karen. We told them they had carte blanche with their quarters and in the keeping of the boat, no expense spared. We had plenty of time and no time line.
Three weeks passed, and we were ready to leave. After taking a vote we decided to head to Tampa first, then down to Fort Meyers, on to Key West and then up the East Coast, crossing the Seven Mile Bridge and continue on to Miami. As it turned out Sarasota and Tampa were too much like Milwaukee for our tastes, and Fort Meyers was too sleepy, so we cut our time short and continued on to Key West. When we arrived we took a slip at the Hilton and told them we would be there a week or two. We also told our captain, Bob, to have the boat cleaned and waxed while we were there and that he and Karen should relax and have some fun. The four of us spent the rest of the day at the bar and pool and figured we would do some sightseeing the next day.
We left our boat, which we had named the Bluewater, the next morning and started our sightseeing at the Mel Fisher Museum. We saw some of the four hundred million dollars in treasure that had been found on the sunken Atocha. The museum contained an amazing history of Key West and its treasures.
We had a late lunch and asked our waiter why there were so many motorcycles around. He told us it was motorcycle week. I had never seen so many bikers with beards and sleeves rolled up to look tough. These were all men who were in their fifties plus that had probably never been in a fight in their life, never knocked out a tooth or an eye, but were paying thirty thousand for a Harley. I remember thinking they were probably trying desperately to hold back the hands of time. Most likely they had been out of shape most of their lives and were now fat, but riding a Harley.
We went to the Hemingway House, did the tour and saw all the six toed cats. By this time we had all had enough sightseeing and needed to get down to some serious drinking. We walked to Margaritaville which was packed with customers and got a table and drinks. The band was playing Jimmy Buffet songs, of course, and the bar was full of these middle age bikers.
Before long we were all singing along with the band, and then we moved down the street to the next bar, Sloppy Joe’s, and did more of the same. We were doing the “Duval Crawl” (moving from one bar to the next), dodging the occasional rooster or six toed cat on the sidewalk. We ended up at the bar in the Hilton, then made our way back to our boat. We ran into our neighbors, Charlie and Sandy, a couple who owned a fifty-foot trawler. They were half in the bag also, so we invited them onboard for drinks and to get better acquainted.
The captain and cook were out, so we felt freer to act as we wanted, and we would be leaving in a week or two anyway, so what the heck. Both of the girls were really getting into it, but Charlie, the man from the neighboring boat, seemed very straight to me, and this made me nervous, so I held back on the toot. They left early and went home about three a.m. anyway.
After they left we broke out the toot and off came the clothes and we all started dancing. The captain and cook came back to the boat and snuck down to their room. We continued to party, dancing and kissing until we were in a pile in my room. It must have been Tara’s turn as we descended on her body like vultures, taking turns kissing her and sucking her tits, while Ebony was between her legs, devouring her womanhood like it was cake. We exchanged places, until she came several times, twisting and screaming in an attempt to hide her vagina from hungry mouths.
Ebony and I coupled to complete the act, and we did Tara. At one point both Terry and I mounted Tara, one from the front and one from the back. I was laying on my back with Tara face down on me and Terry was mounting her from behind. She loved this position and went wild with one of us penetrating her vagina and one her ass. She and I kissed passionately while Terry was gently biting her neck and shoulders. As our pumping rhythm became faster and faster, Tara’s cries became louder and louder with each thrust, which made Ebony hotter than hell, and of course she did not want to miss out so she started kissing us all and tasting Tara. As we reached a crescendo, we all came together crying out in ecstasy. Tara reached around and held Terry tight, while kissing me passionately and then we lay on our sides keeping close contact with Ebony who was holding on tight. We all loved the experience of having new sexual partners once in a while, but this was great. We felt foreplay with three on one was so hot, and it could last for hours with the toot.
The next day we woke up about two in our own staterooms and went to the aft deck for a breakfast of coffee, pancakes, bacon and eggs. We were all hung over of course, but extremely hungry from all the energy we had expended the night before.
We saw our neighbors, Sandy and Charlie, and another couple, Steve and Betty, a little later and invited them over that evening for Mimosas. Sandy asked us if we had all gone to bed after they had left.
After the laughter died down, I said “You could say that.” Sandy replied, “Sorry I missed that,” looking directly at Tara and then the subject was changed. I knew t
hen that one of the four neighbors wanted in on the partying, the dancing and maybe the sex.
Later when Terry and I were making drinks and talking about the neighbors, we both expressed a desire to bed Sandy. We thought she was in to it and hot! Just then Ebony walked up behind us and said, “You are both wrong, she does not want either of you, she wants Tara and me.”
Terry and I just looked at each other and laughed, and Terry said “Well, I guess we’ve been told.” Despite the laughter, we were still afraid we might offend Charlie if we got out the toot or started kissing each other’s girls, so we decided we had better behave ourselves. At least the other couple, Steve and Betty, seemed game for anything as far as drugs were concerned.
Later when our neighbors joined us, and the day turned into night, the alcohol flowed like sea water, and we made several trips to our state rooms for toot. The other two couples got happier as the night went on also. We all went to dinner and continued our alcohol consumption at the hotel bar and restaurant and consumed massive quantities, as the Cone Heads would say.
Once we were back on the boat, the girls started dancing, and Charlie was passed out cold in an overstuffed chair, so I brought out a two gram hitter. All seven of us took several hits. The tone of the dancing got sexier and sexier, and the clothing less and less, as usual. Sandy was flirting with Tara, and they danced closer and closer and were soon kissing. I danced with all three, but mostly Ebony. Steve and Betty went home leaving Tara, Sandy and Ebony to us.
During a break in the music we made more drinks and did lines. Tara and Sandy disappeared for a while, and I came upon them on one of my trips for more toot. Tara was on her back with her knees bent and Sandy was face down in her glory. I couldn’t resist joining them and so there were the two of us on Tara as she writhed and attempted to twist herself from Sandy’s tongue. As she came, her whole body stiffened and she held her breath, which she eventually let go in little gasps.
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