Dial 1-800-blk-cock

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Joanna Norton stared at the scrap of paper sticking out from between her fingers After a long moment of contemplation she picked up the receiver to her phone and with a shaky hand dialed 1-800-BLK-COCK. “I must be out of my mind!” she muttered to herself while she nervously tapped her foot on the carpeted floor. After ten rings she was just about to hang up when all at once a lugubrious voice on the other end of the line said smoothly, “This is Walker Post, how may I help you?” Momentarily frozen with fear Joanna stood there mutely while wondering if she should just hang up and forget the whole thing. She had just made up her mind to forget about it when the voice suddenly uttered forcefully, “I can hear you breathing, now answer me!” Taken aback by this turn of events Joanne took a deep breath and stammered, “A-are you the man with the ad in the paper?” “And which ad would that be?” the deep resonate voice replied softly. “You know,” Joanne said, “the one in the Underground.” “There must be a thousand ads in the Underground,” he answered gently, “you’ll have to be more specific.” She was growing increasingly uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was headed, but instead of hanging up she mumbled, “I-it’s the one about the black man.” “What about a black man?” he asked. “I’m so embarrassed,” Joanne replied softly, “maybe I should just forget about it and hang up.” Hmmmmm,” he hummed, “maybe you should.” “But then you wouldn’t get to fuck my ten inches of black meat would you?!?”

So it was him!!! Involuntarily Joanne’s vagina drenched her white cotton panties as she pictured in her mind’s eye the voice’s hard black penis. “Since you’re still on the line I can assume that’s why you’ve called,” he said in a slightly harsher voice. “So tell me, what’s your name and how old are you!?!” Again stunned by his forwardness she struggled to reply, “My name’s Joanne and I’m forty six years old.” “Married?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied, “for twenty two years.” “Have you ever fucked a black man?” he questioned. “No,” she quickly replied, “I’ve never been with anyone other than my husband.” “Doesn’t he satisfy you?” the voice asked. “Well, er, yes, I guess so, but I just wanted to find out, you knowŅ” she stammered. “Wanted to find out what if feels like to get fucked by a cock that would choke a horse,” he answered. “Is that right!?!” With all of her defenses down and her vagina in desperate need of some attention she replied with a moan, “Ohhhhhh yes, I want to try a huge black dick!!!”
“You’re just like every other white bitch,” he replied a little caustically, “you come to Walker for the big black bamboo!!!” After several more minutes of intimate conversation Walker Post gave Joanne his address and directions on how to get there. When she finally replaced the receiver back in the cradle she put her hand up and under her dress where she fingered herself to a stunning orgasm!!! After slumping to the floor in a heap she mumbled out loud, “Tomorrow at two thirty!”

She drove past the Grove street address three or four times before summoning up enough courage to stop and park her car. It was now or never! If she didn’t do it now she probably never would! After checking her makeup one last time in the rear view mirror
she took a deep breath and headed inside. Her mind was racing as the elevator zoomed to the twenty first floor and she wondered again if she was making the mistake of a lifetime! After all she’d been a good and faithful wife for all these years, but the lure of forbidden fruit was so great she couldn’t seem to help herself! She was literally shaking like a leaf as she stood frozen in front of the apartment door, but after screwing up her resolve she reached out and poked the door bell and waited with baited breath for it to open! “Come on in,” a muffled voice called from inside the apartment, “it’s unlocked.”
Gingerly she pushed the door open and stuck her head inside. The apartment was beautiful!!! Plush purple carpet and expensive classical furniture filled the huge living room. She stepped inside while still thinking about turning tail and running away but she knew that she was to far gone to leave now! She nearly jumped out of her skin when the deep syrupy voice offered, “So you’re Joanne, please come in and make yourself at home.”

Good god, he as tall! At least six and a half feet with a body that appeared to be chiseled out of granite! He was naked from the waist up and his muscles rippled with even the slightest movement. He took her by the arm and casually led her over to the large sofa that dominated the east wall of the living room. “Would you like a drink?” he asked gently. “You look like you could use one!” “P-please,” she replied shyly. A minute later he returned with two Scotches. “Did you have any trouble finding me?” he asked while sitting down next to her. “Uh, no, not at all,” she replied before taking a sip of her drink. They sat quietly for a moment before he began, “May I ask you a personal question?” “Sure,” she replied a little less nervously. He let his hand slip onto her shoulder while continuing, “Is your pussy wet, do you feel the need to be taken hard and fast by a big black cock?” She leaned her head back as his hand roamed ever so gently down the front of her blouse to her waiting breasts! She rolled her head to face him and sighed, “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life!” His huge hand cupped her full breasts through her flimsy top while he stared into her deep blue eyes!
He was a handsome man! With coal black eyes, a smoothly shaven head, and a smile that made her heart simply melt!

He played with her breasts for a long time before announcing simply, “It’s time to suck it!” He stood up quickly, taking a place directly in front of her! “Okay, baby,” he ordered, “take them off.” She set down her drink and slid forward to allow easy access to his loose fitting satin pajama bottoms! She grabbed the elastic waist band with both hands, and after looking up into this burning eyes tugged them down over his muscular thighs! Her heart nearly stopped at the incredible sight before her! It hung low and long like a black snake with one eye! Reverently she reached out and let her fingers graze the gently swaying love muscle while gasping, “I-it’s so beautiful!!!” At her mere touch it spasmed slightly as it quickly gained length and girth! Even though it was far from erect, it must already been at least nine inches long and as thick as her wrist! With her heart pounding in her chest she leaned forward and kissed the satiny smooth head before letting it slip easily into her hot mouth! “Oh yeah,” he sighed, “I just love getting head from a white bitch!”

So this was what it was all about!!! Now on her knees with her mouth wide open, forty six year old married white mother of two, Joanne Norton nursed hungrily on her first black pecker! It was like feeding a starving baby a bottle! She gently cupped his two huge nuts in her left hand while jerking the monster prick with her right! Her fat pussy throbbed uncontrollably in her sopping wet panties in anticipation of the fucking that it knew was surely imminent!!! Feeling the need to expose herself, Joanne opened her top, allowing her heavy breasts to fall free into the cool air! The fire in her pussy was raging like a forest fire so she let the huge prick slip from her mouth before placing it between her huge breasts! Without a word being said between them Walker Post began thrusting his thick organ between the massive cleavage until he shot a thunderous load of cum in the deep valley of her fat tits!!! “Oh god!!!” she sighed as shot after shot of hot cum blasted up onto her heaving chest. “You’re cumming like a fire hose!!!” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply on the lips before whispering in her ear, “Let’s get you naked so I can fuck you!!!”

For a fleeting moment Joanne worried what Walker Post would think about her mature body. While she was in pretty good shape for someone in their forties it was pretty obvious that time and gravity had taken their toll! “I hope you won’t be too disappointed,” she said softly while dropping her blouse and skirt to the floor. She needn’t have worried a bit! One look at the panty and bra clad housewife was more than enough to bring Walker’s massive cock back to full erection! Seeing his predicament she hurriedly slid out of her undies leaving her standing there with her big tits and hairy pussy available to his hungry eyes! Before she had time to react his hands were everywhere! Touching, probing, and caressing every square inch of her voluptuous body! She shuddered involuntarily as his middle finger roughly violated her drooling slit while she stared hungrily at his throbbing black prick. “Please fuck me!” she begged him. “I fucking on fire!!!” Even though she tipped the scales at a hefty one hundred sixty pounds
she was like a rag doll in his powerful hands as he grabbed her by the arm and flung her over the back of a large easy chair. He kicked her legs apart to afford open access to her bulging hair pie and offered, “Okay, bitch, get ready cuz I’m gonna fuck you like a dog!!!”

Her legs nearly buckled from the sheer excitement of it all!!! And he hadn’t even touched her yet! She gripped the arms of the chair tightly and moaned as he ran the head of his pecker up and down the length of her open cunt! “My oh my,” he muttered under his breath, ” you have the biggest cunt I have ever seen in my life.” “A-are you disappointed?” she asked nervously, worried that he might be disgusted with her. “Disappointed?” he asked. “Does this seem like I’m disappointed!?!” And then with a hard thrust of his hips he rammed his ten inch black satisfier balls deep into her hungry cunt! Automatically she arched her back allowing her boobs to hang free as the rear assault on her vagina commenced! Even before the first stroke was completed her pussy convulsed hard as a climax of brutal proportions erupted deep inside of her! “M-my god!” she gasped. “I’m fucking cumming all over the place!!!” Never had she felt so full and contented as she did right now!!! This was what a fuck was supposed to feel like! Even though she was riding the wave of never ending orgasms she felt an inner peace that she finally knew her place! It was a sensation of being totally female and subservient to the black monster that was at that very moment driving her to another massive cum!
Sensing that she was reaching her peak, Walker Post leaned over and cupped her wildly bouncing breasts without missing even a stroke! The second he pinched her hard nipples was as if he flipped a switch, sending them both over the edge as her pussy spasmed over and over again around his madly spurting cock!!!

After she was dressed and ready to leave she couldn’t help herself as she dropped to her knees and fellated the thick black master just one more time! After he finally filled her mouth with cum one last time she asked softly, “When may I come back?” “Anytime, baby,” he replied with a grin, “anytime.”

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Aphrodite Notte - Fingering Her Pussy In Her Bed

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Aphrodite Notte fingering her teen pussy!

I came home last night from hanging out with my new boyfriend. We haven't had sex yet, but we definitely spent a while in his car fooling around. I love having sex, but there's definitely something hot about the build up to it. We were touching each other, but only at the innocent spots, but sometimes dangerously close to the naughty parts. I was soaking wet by the time, I had to get out of his car. I went almost directly to my bedroom and finished off the job he started. I locked the door, set up of my camera and started stripping off my clothes. It wasn't long at all before I was fingering my very damp pussy. Thinking about him fucking me got me so hot and horny it didn't take me long to get myself off.

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September Scott - Schoolgirl Uniform

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What’s up boys? I wore my slutty schoolgirl outfit to class today. I call it my slutty schoolgirl uniform because the skirt is a little too short and I always wear a top that is way too too tight or way to revealing. I definitely got a lot of attention today. I noticed a lot of the guys around campus checking me out. I’ll admit I love the extra attention, the naughty looks. But I got a little attention, I didn’t expect. I was in class, when by accident I had my legs spread out like I was wearing jeans and I caught my professor looking. He must have gotten a good view, but I swear it wasn’t on purpose. However, it definitely turned me on. I’ve had fantasies about him for a while. He’s a younger guy, super cute and smart and I’d bet really good in bed. In my fantasy, he bends me over the desk, pushes up my skirt, rips off my panties and has his way with me.

Click here to see the naughty pictures of what I did when I came home from class today. I couldn’t help myself, I just had to finger myself, satisfying me for the time being.

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A very cute blonde teen in hardcore action!

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Pasha felt 'funny' about having a much older man touching her body. But after some nice warming up shy started to lose her shyness and really get into what was happening. After she had his cock in her mouth and pussy she seemed almost eager to catch his load all over her face

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Movie Gallery From Hot Anal Hardcore

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Straight girls aren’t the only sluts who can enjoy some hard anal fucking. These two dirty lesbian bitches certainly get off with something hard and nasty deep inside their tight ass. While you might like to join these nasty little hoes and give them what they really want the closest they’re going to let you get to their action is to see it on video. So what are you waiting for, jump in and enjoy these nasty anal lesbo sluts.

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Julya - Fast drive

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Under The Stars

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The bubbling Jacuzzi beckoning him, after his
long day. He was new to town and the building. He had just moved from Las
Vegas to Los Angeles, two weeks prior. His job had re-located him and had promised
him a future. He had eagerly accepted the career move, not thinking twice about
leaving his home town. He had graduated from college 8 months prior. This
company had immediately hired him after graduation. He really didn’t think he was
going to stay even this long, but here he was in Los Angeles, opening a new office.
He was on the road of success and he embraced it with diligence.

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Occasionally he missed his girlfriend, which he left
behind. There was no room for romance in his life now. He sometimes missed the
steady sex, but not often. In Los Angeles, sex was easy and cheap. He placed
his towel on the chair and stepped into the hot bubbling water. He had not realized
the Jacuzzi was already occupied. He introduced himself as Russ, making note that
she was young and beautiful. She nodded to him an acknowledgment, not giving him any
information about himself. He inched himself closer, not wanting to crowd her.
He mentioned how he was new to the building and the neighborhood. Again, she
acknowledged him with a nod, but didn’t speak. He felt a little uncomfortable, he
had tried to be sociable and it was not working. Perhaps she was just shy.

She was beside him before he could blink. They
sat under the stars, shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the silence of the night. He
looked down into the water, wanting to get a glimpse of her body. He was shocked to
find that she was naked under the water. The Jacuzzi was in a public area of the
building and although it was late at night, other tenants were sure to approach. As
Russ spoke, his voice was at first a little too high pitch, “Do you know your
naked?”, he inquired. She simply smiled, “I am glad you noticed”, she
said. She had seen him around the building several times. She had mapped out
his routine. He left for work at 9am sharp each morning, arriving back at 7pm.
He sat in the Jacuzzi every night from 11pm to 12pm. She was not one for
going slow. Anything she ever wanted she just took. There was no reason to
beat around the bush, and this was no exception. She reached out her hand and placed
it in his lap. The water was so hot, maybe he wouldn’t get hard. Some men, she
thought, couldn’t get hard in hot water, no matter how horny they were.

Her action didn’t surprise him, as he felt her hand
searching his lap. Her hand eased under his shorts and curled around his cock.
He had never fucked in a Jacuzzi before, this was going to be a first. She
pulled down his shorts and curled on top of his lap. “How would you like to
fuck me”, she inquired. Now it was Russ’ turn for silence, need she ask.
He grabbed on to her hips and pulled her down onto his hardening cock. Her pussy was
so nice and tight. He felt the jets of the Jacuzzi pulse over his balls, like
hundreds of massaging fingers. She placed her arms around his neck, and opened her
mouth, accepting his tongue. As they kissed, his cock pulsed deep inside her.
At first she didn’t move, not wanting to disturb the alignment of their bodies. He
cupped her breasts and nuzzled her neck. She raised herself to her knees and started
to ride his hard cock between her soft pussy lips.

She moved up and down causing his cock to penetrate
deeper each time. The bubbling hot water around his sensitive nerves was really
turning him on. It was only moments before he shot his load deep inside her pussy.
She wasn’t pleased. “You came too soon”, she moaned. She
hadn’t had time to build to an orgasm and come. She moved herself off his cock, and
started to massage it back to life. It took several moments, being out of practice
and all. Russ was a little surprised on how quick it did get hard. Usually
once was his limit. Sprouting his hard-on, she turned around, tilting her ass into
the air. She wanted him to place his cock up her ass. He had never fucked a
women’s ass before, and was unsure of the protocol. She spread her legs wide, giving
him enough room. He first placed his tip in, testing her waters.

She moved back on him so quick, that his cock plunged
deep up her ass. The feeling was intense. It was like popping a girl’s cherry.
The hole was so tight and it squeezed his cock. He slowly moved his cock in
and out, slapping his balls against her wet pussy. She started groaning with
pleasure. He held onto her hips, pounding his flesh deeper. She reached
between her legs, caressing her own pussy and stroking his balls. He felt the heat
grow within him, an urgency pounding against his head. Her urgency was gaining as
she shoved harder against his cock, forcing it deeper in. He held her hips tight as
another thundering orgasm rolled against his nerves. He felt his load violently
spray against her virginal walls. She groaned and withered with pleasure. As
he pulled his cock from her ass, she turned to face him. “What do you think,
same time tomorrow?”, she inquired. Russ smiled, he could easily get use to
this routine.

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September Scott - Sexy Lingerie

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Click here to see some naughty pictures of me in some sexy lingerie! This is a little special treat for all you guys. Most of the time, I wear what I’d call cute underwear. I’m sure lots of guys think that’s sexy, but for me it’s just what I wear every day. But today, I was in the mood for something naughty. My guy friend bought this outfit for me awhile go. I decided today was the perfect day to wear it for a photo shoot. Wearing something erotic like sheer lingerie and stockings makes me feel so sexy.

I was planning on just posing for the camera and doing a little strip tease. But even when I was done with my strip tease the show wasn’t over yet. I was so turned on, that I started to finger myself. I was so wet already.

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Physics Professor fucks his student

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Bianca is in her first year of college and having a tough go of it in her Physics class. Just when she thinks she understands it, her professor throws a curve ball and she is completely lost again. Her roommate introduced her to one of the other Physics professors and he agreed to tutor her. What Bianca was unaware of, is that he had other things on his mind than tutoring her. Seeing that she was becoming increasingly frustrated with her studies, he decided to get her mind of her studies for a little bit. At first, she was turned off by his sexual advances, but underneath it all, she found him very charming, charismatic, and irresistible. That, and she figured if she blew him well and fucked him harder than he's ever been fucked before, she could transfer to his class and never have to actually study Physics ever again.

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Movie Gallery From Mama Fuckers

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DEBRA WAS ALL EXCITED OF HER NEW DATE'S DICK. THAT IT EVEN GOT UP WAS A BIT TREAT TO HER. WELL, HE SUSKED PUSSY TOO. WHO KNOWS, IF THEY DATED LONG ENOUGH, MAYBE SHE COULD FINALLY LEARN TO DEEP THROAT A ROD.

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Movie Gallery From Fat Cocksuckers

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THANK GOD I WASN'T IN THE HOUSE WHEN THIS HOME VIDEO WAS FILMED. IT LOOKS LIKE THEY NEARLY BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN, MY BIG WIFE AND HER EVEN BIGGER FRIENDS. BUT THESE CHUNKY BITCHES SURE KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN WITH THEIR DILDOS.

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Sandra H - Dark master

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Pantera XXX - Sexy Bikini at the beach

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I know a lot of you guys are going to hate me right now. While much of the Midwest and northeast has been getting buried in snow and ice, I was at the beach today. It was in the eighties today and my photographer decided we should head to the beach. There’s definitely a reason why you won’t catch me in the north after September. I guess you could call me a snowbird, but I love wearing my bikini year round and if I have to head to Hawaii, I’ll do it! Anyways, click here to see some pictures from my photo shoot at the beach. I wore this really tiny string bikini and thong. It definitely got some attention from the other people on the beach, especially the men!

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Movie Gallery From Stocking Love

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He's sticking his shaft up this sexy senorita's chute and he wonders how long he can plow her posterior before he blows his load. She's having the time of her life, and she isn't bothered one bit by the pain. She loved the pain. The pain mixed in with the exhilarating feeling of being fucked was fantastic!

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Meteor

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Dr. John S. Battle stared at the screen,
unblinking for a moment, then took a deep shuddering breath.
“Any chance that your calculations could be
wrong?” he asked as the faces around the room focused on him.
Nobody wanted to look at the screen. If they pretended that it
wasn’t there, maybe it would go away. After all, it was simply
an expanding blip on the computer screen.
“No, Doctor, none at all,” Allen, his trusted
assistant and good right arm calmly gave the earth a death
sentence.
“Doctor, with a meteor that size, nothing can
possibly survive. Even the moon will be knocked out of orbit by
the debris.”
“I’m aware of that, Janice. Fully aware,” he
said, mumbling as he turned away. His thoughts centered on his
children, ages 12, 14, and 15, all girls, and all expecting to
face a long life of love, hate, triumph, and hardships.
“Two days,” Allen said in a shaken voice.

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“Two days?” A female intern spoke from the back of
the room.
“So what do we do, Doctor?” Allen asked.
“We go home to our families and do our best to
live out a lifetime of dreams, in just two days.”
“Shouldn’t we contact the President?” A red haired
intern asked?”
“No, WE should not contact him, I should contact
him,” John said in a weary tone. “Now get out, all of you.
OUT!” he shouted. Allen started to object. John physically
lifted him from the chair and gave him a shove.
“Don’t worry, I will be going home as well. I
have a family to love,” Dr. Battles said softly.

He lifted the phone and dialed the operator. “I
need the number for the white house,” he said quietly.

John sat in front of his living room window.
School would let out in two hours, he might as well leave his
kids in until then. After all, what better way to spend a day,
than in the company of their friends, who were also in school.
Should he tell them? No, he should not. They would find out a
few hours before it happened, let them be happy until that
moment.
A lawnmower started across the street. John’s
eyes went to the half naked brunette with waist length hair. She
was his next door neighbor from across the street. Once again
she was mowing the lawn in a bikini. She was such a fucking
tease. She had been teasing him, and the other males in the
neighborhood, for one and a half years. Maybe it was time…
John stopped, his eyes widening. If he was to go out, why not go
out with a bang? Why not do all the things he’d ever wanted to
do, with absolutely no inhibitions. After all, they were all
dead anyway. He had two days to celebrate. Like a dying man, he
was invincible. He could eat raw pork, have unprotected sex, or
rob a bank or two. Most of all, he could rape that little slut
across the street. And the time was now.
John slammed the front door aside and stormed
across the street. The woman looked up when he was about two
feet away. Her face lit with a sly smile, as she recognized him.
The smile left her face a moment before he clamped a hand onto
her arm.
“What…”
“Shut up. I am going to fuck you like you’ve
never been fucked before. You like to tease, to challenge the
male population of this neighborhood? Well I’m taking you up on
your challenge, you fucking slut.”

“Let me go!” she yelled, struggling to pull
away.
“You can go easily, or I will knock your ass out
and carry you. Which will it be?”
“Get your mother fucking hands…”
“The hard way,” John said, swinging his right
fist. She crumpled at his feet.
He went inside, with the girl over his shoulder,
and dropped her on her couch. The smell of brewing coffee filled
his nostrils. He followed the smell to the kitchen and poured
himself a cup. He sipped it on the way back to the living room.
The girl was beginning to stir. He sipped coffee and stared at
her curvaceous body until she came around naturally.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked
groggily.

“I am a doctor, I work at Pollimar
Observatory.”
“I know,” she said resentfully.
“A meteor is about to destroy the earth. We have
two days. I have decided to fuck you half to death, in
celebration. It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do.”
“Two days? Are you sure?”
“My God, lady, would I be acting like this if I
wasn’t?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to attract your
attention for years, but this is the first time you’ve spoken to
me.”

“Well you certainly attracted my attention. I
have been obsessed with you.”
“Show me,” she said, relaxing on the couch.
“I’ve decided that I can’t bring myself to rape
you, even with the world ending.”
“It’s not rape, I want you to fuck me. Hell, I’ve
wanted you to fuck me since the day I moved in. I wanted any
excuse to get into your house. I call you the Cleavers, after
the show Leave It To Beaver. Your family looks so fucking
perfect. I sit by my front window and watch you guys living your
perfect little lives, while I sit in this big house alone. I
date nothing but losers. It’s driving me crazy.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” John said
uncomfortably.
“It’s not your fault. I moved in just before
Thanksgiving two years ago. I sat and watched you eat your
entire Thanksgiving dinner with your daughters. Then I got drunk
and cried myself to sleep. Did you know that?”

“No, sorry,” he said, finishing his coffee. He
was becoming very uncomfortable. It was time to leave. He set
his cup on the coffee table. A movement distracted him. He
looked up to see the lady sitting naked from the waist up. She
was fucking perfect, he observed.
“You are about to run away. I have dated losers
long enough to know the signs. Don’t run, fuck me,” she begged
in all sincerity. John looked at her small, firm, breasts and
licked his lips. Under normal circumstances he might not want to
get involved with a girl ten years younger than himself. Hell,
she was barely six years older than his oldest daughter. But as
he well knew, life was not normal.
“Why yes, I believe I will,” he said walking over
to the couch. She slid aside to make room for him. He sat and
she pulled him into a fervent kiss. He felt his body waking up.
He hadn’t dated in… too long. Nearly ten years. Could he
remember how to do it?
His hands went to her firm breast. He mashed them
gently in his hands, then thumbed her nipple with his right
thumb. She gasped and gyrated beneath him. She breathed noisily
through her nose, while searching his mouth with her tongue. She
gently sucked his tongue into her mouth and fenced with it, with
her eyes closed and hands roaming over his body.
John realized that he remembered how to make love
to a woman. All his old tricks came back to him. He had learned
a lot from his ex-wife. That should have been a clue that
something had been wrong with his previous marriage. He should
have realized that something was wrong when he first realized
that his first wife was learning much faster than he was. But he
had been naive. She gained her storehouse of knowledge through
experience. And she gained more each and every day they were
married. The Holiday Inn had given her a running account. The
local salesmen had passed her name and phone number from hand to
hand. She had been very popular. John only realized what had
been happening when one idiot left a message on his answering
machine. Otherwise, he was so dedicated to his job that he might
have never found out. Thanks to that answering machine message,
she had been forced to leave without a penny, and without the
girls. He had been very happy with his new life. But sex had
been one thing he was forced to give up. Now he regretted that
loss. He should have been making love to a beautiful woman such
as… who?
“What is your name?” he asked, breaking the
kiss.

“Tonya,” she said, pleased that he would ask at
such a moment. She had many prerequisites for a “good man”
and…
“What’s yours?”
“Doctor John S. Bat… John.”
She had many prerequisites for a “good man” and
John was filing them all.
Tonya reached down and pulled the bows on each
side of her bikini. She pulled the cords out and dropped them,
watching John as the front of her bikini fell, opening her pussy
to his view. He looked shocked, eager and desperate, while she
watched with a coy smile. She waited breathlessly, while he
surveyed her pussy, then sank his face between her open knees and
kissed it. Tonya shivered in appreciation. But rather than
eating her pussy, John calmly sat up and began unbuttoning his
shirt.
“A vagina is so ugly,” he said without preamble.

She gasped in surprise, but he seemed not to notice, or care.

“A man’s penis is an amazing invention. It can
retract when it’s not needed, or extend to an amazing length when
it wants to make love to a woman. But a vagina is nothing more
that a slit between a woman’s legs. With either a vagina or a
pair of breasts, a man is so infatuated with them both that he
will do anything to attain one. It’s amazing to what lengths
nature can go to perpetuate the species,” he said with a smile as
he stepped out of his trousers.
“Because right now your vagina… your pussy, is
the most exciting thing I have ever seen,” he whispered. His
hands were starting to shake.
“You don’t think a pussy is cute?” she asked
teasingly.
“A pussy stops being cute when a girl turns
eight.”
“Oh, so you don’t want my pussy?” she asked,
lightly petting the light brown pelt of hair above her puffy
lips.

“I want it with all my heart.”
“Then promise me that I can attend all of your
future Thanksgiving dinners.”
“The world will end in 2 days.”
“I know, but promise me anyway.”
“Of course you can,” he sank down to sit beside
her.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile. She pushed him
back, knelt on the floor, and spread his legs. She slid between
them and dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. He gave a
shuddering gasp and fell back against the back of the couch. He
watched her beautiful face bobbing up and down on his cock. He
hadn’t seen that in so long. God, how he missed it.

She looked up and locked gazes with him, then
smiled.
Time passed. She methodically bobbed up and down
as the world continued outside. Horn’s honked, people yelled,
laughed, or cried out. Dogs barked and a plane passed overhead.
The world continued, unaware and uncaring that John was getting
his first blowjob in ten years. And Tonya was very good. Her
mouth was so hot and her tongue never stopped moving. Most women
forgot to use their tongues when they gave a blowjob.
“I’m going to cum,” he said suddenly.
“I know,” she said between licks. She licked the
head of his cock with her long, agile tongue, then licked her
lips and looked up.
“I decided to blow you first, because I’m sure you
haven’t made love for a while. Am I right?”
“Brutally so.”

“So first I will make you cum, so you don’t
explode in seconds, then you can concentrate on giving me
pleasure.”
“Ok,” he said agreeably. He would have said
anything to get her mouth back on his hard cock again. He had
been seconds from a huge orgasm, now it was waning. With a huge
smile she captured the head of his cock. Her lips slid up and
down, while she maintained eye contact. He didn’t know why she
was watching, but it was sexy as hell. He’d have to remember
that when he ate her. Could he eat her pussy? Would he remember
how?
His balls were hurting. The heat in his loins
intensified again. Once more it felt like the world was standing
still. Then he crested and exploded. Cum shot down the long
tube beneath his cock and filled her mouth in erratic spurts.
She sucked and swallowed quickly. It looked like she might
choke, but she quickly regained her composure. She drank calmly.
Her eyes went to his face, then they smiled. He had not felt
such pleasure for ten years. It was a foreign, wonderful heat
that reminded him of all the old times, all the good times before
his divorce.
She sucked quietly, milking his cock for the last
of it’s cream. He watched with a fond smile as she cleaned the
head of his cock, then sat at his feet, looking up at him.
“That was wonderful,” he said, enjoying the dull
ache and heat in his loins. His balls hurt, as all men hurt who
had not had sex for a long time. The next time around it would
hurt less, or not at all.
“I’m glad you liked it. I think all relationships
should start out with oral sex. There are no complications,
there is one giver and one receiver. I had nothing to do but
make you feel good, and you only had to sit there and enjoy it.
It’s completely uncomplicated.”

“Ah, yes,” he said. He knew it was his turn to
make her feel good, but hardly knew where to start. Worst of
all, he was no longer horny and could not eat her pussy until he
was. Men were funny that way. They were chastised when they
lost control and let their hormones control their bodies, but
they could not have sex without them. It was a vicious, and
often painful circle.
“You want coffee?” she asked unexpectedly.
“Sure,” he said in surprise. Maybe she did
understand.
He watched the sway of her round little ass as she
went to the kitchen, still naked, and returned with two cups of
coffee. Her pubic hair was light brown and neatly trimmed. Of
course it had to be when she wore bikinis. A bikini left little
room for excessive pubic hair.
“I feel so damned sexy when you look at me like
that,” she smiled as she took a sip of coffee.
“You are damned sexy,” he said breathlessly. “You
are one of the sexiest creatures I have ever met.”

“Thanks, John,” she smiled. She started to sip
her coffee, then held it away from her lap, before she took a
sip.
“Nude coffee drinking can be fatal,” she said with
a smile. He took a sip, found it to be the right temperature,
and downed it with a few quick swallows. He looked down to see
his cock hard and throbbing. Simply watching her set naked was
enough to give him a raging hardon. She was so sweet and sexy.
Why hadn’t he done this before?
“Oh, you’re ready,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a twisted smile. He sank
between her legs and simply looked at her intricate, delicately
pedaled pussy. As pussies went, it was a nice one.
She watched silently as he sat facing her
lightly-haired pussy. She gasped when he leaned forward and
spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. He sucked her clit into
his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a
little cock.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his
ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly.
She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly against
her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it,
before strumming it with his tongue. His thumb went to the
bottom of her pussy and rubbed it gently. One by one he
stimulated all the areas of her pussy, which he could reach
without interfering with his tongue. She was soon squirming on
the couch.

John was beginning to lose control. Unlike him,
she had sex on a routine basis. She didn’t need to cum before
they fucked. And John needed to fuck her cute little pussy in
the worst kind of way. Feeling slightly guilty at not finishing
her, he stood, spun her around and bent her over the couch. She
laid looking back, unprotesting with her ass presented, her hands
clutching the cushions of the couch. He grabbed his cock and
pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up
and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock
into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but
pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out
of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best
penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He
filled his hands with her womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning
his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against
soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were
even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, John fucked
Tonya hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from
school. He watched them absently, knowing his own daughters
would be coming home as well. He plunged his cock up into
Tonya’s sweet pussy, while wondering what his daughters would say
if they knew he was there, fucking this beautiful woman. Would
they be proud? Outraged?
His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out
smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from
her pussy was dripping down her creamy thigh. His cock made a
slick, wet sound as it slid smoothly in and out of her swollen
pussy lips.
Tonya’s hands clawed the material of the couch, as
his hard penis filled her pussy with pleasure. She felt his cock
clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed. She
couldn’t believe the battle was over. She giggled at her own
pun. The Battle was over.
She had been watching John since the day she
first came. He was older, aloof, and dignified. Now she was
actually being fucked by him.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with
fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her
own. Why did he have to wait for the end of the world before he
approached her? Tonya suddenly felt the fire burning in her
loins. Her inner thoughts had distracted her. She was hot,
ready to cum.

“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon.
John pumped against her ass several more times, then stopped. He
wanted to change positions.
“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he
whispered. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet
up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at
the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly,
intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt
even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked
her.
He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her
pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while
his hard penis slid in and out of her cunt. The fire from both
seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could
get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the
middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away, while
she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his
pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he
was not through. He continued to pump away inside her pussy,
renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.

She felt the fire building again, much faster
than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy
clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her
loins apart. A satisfied smile lit John’s face, while he watched
her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her
pussy clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her
pussy against him, trying to intensify her orgasm. He stopped
and waited, while her sensitive pussy relaxed. Slowly, he began
pumping his cock into her pussy again. Her eye lit momentarily
in astonishment, then closed in pleasure. He had waited just the
right amount of time. His ex-wife’s training was coming in
handy. John was an excellent lover.
John rubbed his hands over her upper thighs, as
she panted and hunched her pussy against him. John loved it, he
loved it all. He loved the sexy way that Tonya fucked him back,
he loved her exquisitely beautiful and slender body, and he loved
the feeling of fucking a young girl who appreciated an older man
who could hold off his orgasm for 15 or 20 minutes longer than a
young man. It was all fantastic.
John suddenly realized he was going to cum.
Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap
of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from her pussy,
he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms
in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock
into her pussy and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot
cum into her cute mound. She withered on his cock, bringing
herself to another orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and
clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.

They rested. Tonya lit a cigarette. John started
to caution her about the evils of smoking. He suddenly
remembered the meteor and chuckled to himself.
“I keep forgetting,” he chuckled, shaking his
head.
“Forgetting what?”
“That the world will end tomorrow.”
“Oh, damned, so did I. I was happy for a
moment.”
“Sorry.”

“So what are you going to do now?”
“Kiss my daughters, overeat, sit in the middle of
a women’s locker room and watch them get naked, maybe rob a
bank.”
“Be careful, you don’t want to spend your last day
on earth in jail.”
“Point well taken,” he nodded.
“Can I go with?”
“I… sure, why not,” he said in amazement. “You
would be an excellent companion.”

“Now you notice,” she said as she took a drag from
her cigarette.
“Let’s shower and dress,” he said, rushing toward
the bathroom. They made a race of it. Luckily, the layout of
the house was identical to his own, so he reached it first. They
took a shower together.
John entered, holding the door for Tonya.
“Dad,” Emily, his oldest said. Her face changed
when she saw Tonya.
“This is Tonya, our neighbor,” John said
calmly.
“I know, dad,” Emily said in a condescending
tone.

“We are lovers,” John said matter-of-factly,
trying to break through her superior attitude. It worked.
“Wh… what!” she gasped.
“We have been making love all afternoon. I highly
recommend it. I would suggest that you go out and try it
yourself.”
“Dad,” Emily gasped.
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged.
“Not hardly, dad.”

“Well I will write you a check for three hundred
dollars. Divide it equally with your sisters and have fun,” he
said, taking out his checkbook.
“Only a hundred, John?” Tonya asked, looking from
one to the other, then giving him a significant look.
“Right,” he said, holding his pen aloft. “I will
make it three thousand. Make sure they get their share.”
“Ouh, I like her already,” Emily smiled at Tonya.
Tonya gave her a bright smile in return. “Hey, are you trying to
get rid of us?” Emily asked, taking the check.
“Absolutely.”
“Well it worked,” Emily said happily. She hugged
her father, then Tonya, and ran upstairs screaming for her
sisters.

“I’ll get my hugs and kisses when they run out of
money,” John said sagely. “Right now, it’s time for us to have a
little fun. What would you like to do first?”
“Get married?”
“A great idea. But I’m afraid the law doesn’t
allow it. There is a waiting period and such.”
“What if you share your news with a minister. I’m
sure he’d make allowances.”
“We can try,” he shrugged, leading her to the
door.

Mr. and Mrs. John S. Battle stopped at Luigi’s for
lunch. They ate as much as they could hold, then ordered the
most expensive wine. John’s 100,000 bank account was dwindling.
Not that he would need it after tomorrow.

John finished his meal and sipped his coffee. His
eyes went to the shapely waitress who had waited on them. She
was a bitch, but a good looking bitch.
“I would love to get a piece of her,” John said as
Tonya lit a cigarette.
“Well as your new bride, I should take exception
to that. But I won’t. Wait until she returns and stick your
hand under her dress. What do you have to lose?”
“My eye, my nose, my…”
“Ok, I get the message. What if I distract
her?”
“How?”

“A kiss should do it. You game?”
“Ok, sure,” John said breathlessly. It was hard
to drop the trappings of civilization, after rigidly following
the rules for so long. But what the hell.
“Miss,” Tonya called. She saw the disgusted look
on the waitresses face. That decided them. She needed to be
taken down a notch.
“Yeah,” she said as she stood beside John and
looked across the table at Tonya. Tonya crooked a finger at the
girl. The girl leaned across the table, as if to listen. Tonya
grabbed her on the back of the neck and pulled her into a
passionate kiss. The girl struggled for a moment, then
responded. John heard the murmur of surprised voices behind him.
He didn’t care. They would all be dead tomorrow. He would give
them something to remember.
John lifted the girl’s black dress and gawked at
her white panties. He heard excited chatter behind him, mixed
with a little laughter. He calmly hooked his fingers into the
waistband of her panties and yanked them down. She struggled,
but Tonya had a good hold on her hair. John leaned down and
licked the girl’s ass, then leaned down until he could lick her
pussy. After several wonderful strokes he sat up and wiped his
mouth.
“She is fantastic,” he said to his new wife. “You
should try her.”

Tonya released the angry girl. She turned from
one to the other, not knowing who to slap first.
“I will give you five thousand dollars to stop by
my house later and fuck us both,” Tonya said calmly. The girl’s
mouth opened in outrage, then it closed with a snap.
“Make it ten.”
“No, five. You are not quite worth ten.”
“I… ok,” she said, suddenly happy. John helped
her pull up her panties. She left, giving them a wave. Applause
broke out in the restaurant around them. An angry manager came
out of the kitchen to see what as going on.
“Ooops, time to go,” John whispered. He left a
very large tip and took the unfinished bottle of wine. They went
outside to the fountain. They sat on the fountain wall and
shared the bottle.

“This is nice,” he said, handing her the
bottle.
“It is,” she agreed. “Wouldn’t it be nice if
nobody had inhibitions, they could all live life like we are
today.”
“I think there is a song about that. No, it
wouldn’t be nice, it would be utter chaos,” John said with a
laugh.
“An uproar broke out around them. Several women
screamed and men cursed.
“What’s the matter?” Tonya called to the nearest
man.
“A meteor. It’s coming at the earth. We will all
die tomorrow,” the man screamed over his shoulder as he ran for
home.

“Well, the word is out,” John said sadly. “We
might as well go home and watch the news.”
“I guess so. We can’t do much now.”
A window suddenly broke behind them. John
shielded Tonya from the broken glass. They ran out of the
square.

“You want coffee?” Tonya asked. John sat down and
grabbed the remote. He immediately saw a picture of the meteor.
It looked huge.
The science advisor for the white house was
speaking.

“…the President’s plan to destroy the meteor,”
the tv said in mid-sentence.
“Good luck with that,” he mumbled. “Sure, cream
no sugar,” he yelled.
Tonya joined him with her own coffee. “I hardly
feel married,” she said as she took a sip.
“Shhh, I’ve got the end of the world on.”
“Are they saying anything new?”
“Something about destroying it.”

Tonya coughed and choked. “Can they do that?”
“I don’t think so. The mass is approximately 200
square miles.”
“But John, what if they do?”
“They we live a long and happy life,” he said with
a smile. His eyes suddenly widened. He looked down at the
wedding band on his hand and toyed with it with his fingers.
“Yeah,” Tonya nodded.
“…the combined force of 60 ICBM’s may shatter
the ice meteor in time,” Richard Gavin was saying. John knew
him, he was a colleague.

“Ice?” John said in awe.
“What? What does that mean?” Tonya looked from
him to the television.
“If it’s really made up of ice, the sun is
softening it even now. The combined force of several nuclear
weapons could shatter it. Theoretically, the pieces would burn
up in the atmosphere.
“Could that guy be wrong?” she pointed at the
TV.
“Richard is never wrong. He won’t even open his
mouth until he’s checked his facts three times. How could I be
so stupid?” he said with a small laugh.
“Then we won’t die?” she asked happily.

“Apparently not. And I have a brand new wife,” he
said, hugging her close. “I guess we should tell the children,”
he looked out the window toward his own house.
“I don’t think they are home yet. I hope they get
home safely, the world went a little insane there for a
while.”
“Yes, and so did we. I guess we had better cancel
our date with the waitress,” he said with some misgivings.
“Not necessarily,” she said thoughtfully. “Not
unless you want to,” she said quickly.
“No, it’s fine with me,” he said, restraining a
shout of joy. “I think I might enjoy married life,” he said with
a chuckle.

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“What was that noise,” Brenda whispered to Morgan after poking her best friend in the ribs to wake her up!?! “W-what time is it,” Morgan asked sleepily, “I don’t hear anything, go back to sleep!!!” “Wake up, girl,” Brenda implored once again, “I’m not sure but it sounded like someone might be in trouble!!!” Morgan rolled over onto her side, and after wiping the sleep out of her eyes commented, “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming, remember last summer when you thought there was a man with a gun hiding in your garage!?!” “Okay, okay,” Brenda replied urgently, “so I was wrong once, that doesn’t mean I didn’t hear what I heard tonight does it!?!” All right already,” Morgan replied now fully awake, “so what kind of trouble did it sound like this person was having!?!” “Well, I duuno for sure,” Brenda replied quickly, “but it sounded bad!!!”

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Morgan looked at the clock and exclaimed, “Good grief, Bren, it’s three thirty in the morning and you can’t even tell me what you think you heard, so let’s try and get some sleep, okay!?!” Brenda was just about to speak, when clear as a bell a woman’s voice

softly said, “Please, stop, I can’t take it anymore!!!” “See what I mean.” Brenda said excitedly, “it sounds like some woman’s in trouble, I just knew I heard something!!!” “Shut up, Bren,” Morgan ordered sternly, “I’m pretty sure that’s my mother talking!!!”

“Your mother,” Brenda replied in hoarse whisper, “are you nuts, why would she be in any danger!?!” “I don’t know,” Morgan replied, “but who in the heck else could it be, the only ones in the house are you, me, mom, and my dad, nobody else!?!” “You’re right,” Brenda whispered in reply, “do you think we should check it out, I mean what if she is in trouble or something!?!” “For once I think that you’re right,” Morgan replied while hopping out of bed an donning her bath robe, “are you coming with me or not!?!” “And stay here by myself,” Brenda replied with a shiver, “are you nuts, I’m right with ya, hon!!!” “Okay then, now be quiet and stay behind me,” Morgan replied while opening the door to the long hallway that connected all of the bedrooms, “let’s go!!!” Slowly the two eighteen year olds made their way down the corridor to Morgan’s folk’s bedroom, and the closer they got the louder the noise became, until when they were directly outside the door they able to hear each and every word being spoken inside!!!

“What are they saying,” Brenda hissed, “I can’t hear a thing!?!” “Well if you shut up you just might,” Morgan whispered back, as they both put their ears to othe door and heard

Beth Vincent begging her husband to stop spanking her!!! “Do you promise to be a good little girl,” Gordon Vincent asked his wife while striking her bottom with two more hard swats, “you don’t sound very convincing to me, young lady!?!” Making what sounded like real tears, Beth sobbed, “Please, daddy, I promise to be good, just don’t hit me anymore!!!” “Good grief,” Brenda whispered excitedly, “your dad’s beating the hell you your mother, what are we gonna do about it!?!” “I-I’m not sure,” Morgan replied while her mind was spinning, “it didn’t sound like dad was really mad at her, did it!?!” “You wanna take that chance,” Brenda asked hoarsely, “what if he’s tryin’ to kill her or something!?!” “Now you’re the one who’s acting crazy,” Morgan retorted, “you’ve know my dad since you were a baby and have you ever known him to hit anyone!?!”

After thinking about that one for second or two, Brenda shook her head and replied, “Okay, you got me there, but proof is proof, honey, and it sounds pretty bad to me!!!”

“Shush up,” Morgan whispered, “she’s saying something else!?!” Both girls quieted right down just in time to hear Morgan’s mother say, “If you stop spanking me I can be a very good little girl!!!” “How good,” came her father’s reply!?! “I-I could suck your thing for you,” she said in a little girls’ voice, “would you like me to put it in my mouth and suck it for you, daddy!?!” Both Morgan and Brenda gasped while they listened to Mrs. Vincent practically begging her husband to let her suck on his pecker in return for mercy, and as their hearts were pounding they continued listening in!!! “Okay,” Gordon replied, “but you have to suck it all the way, and I mean that you swallow every last drop, I don’t want a repeat of last week when you pulled it out and let it shoot all over your breasts, do you understand me, little girl!?!” “Oh yes, daddy,” she happily replied, “I understand perfectly!!!”

“Oh, Beth,” Gordon Vincent sighed, “you have a real talent there, better than anyone I’ve ever had!!!” “Even better than Cindy Wells,” Beth asked with a chuckle!?! “Well, I guess that I’d call that a dead heat,” Gordon replied quickly, “let’s just say that you’re both in the major leagues of cocksuckers!!!” Brenda nearly collapsed when she heard that last little exchange, and with a look of total confusion she whispered, “D-did you hear that, your dad acts like my mom’s given him oral sex, I just can’t believe it, and your mother knows all about it too!?!” “I don’t know what to say,” Morgan replied softly while patting her best friend on the arm, “but from the sound of it, I’ll bet your dad was doing my mom too, or at least that makes the most sense!!!” “Most sense,” Brenda snapped, “that means that they’d have been wife swapping, or worse!!!” “I know, I know,” Morgan retorted, “what do you want me to do about it, go in and ask them, or maybe we should call up your mom and ask her, that would be fun, “by the way mom, I heard Gordon and Beth Vincent mention that you sucked him off and I was just wondering if it were true!?!” “All right, already,” Brenda replied a little sadly, “I’m just a little shocked that’s all!!!” “You and me both,” Morgan replied as she put her ear back to the door!!!

The sounds of Beth’s sucking became louder and louder until Gordon moaned out loud and groaned as he filled his wife’s hot mouth with a load of nice gooey cum!!! “Now that was a good little girl,” he said with a sigh, “not one drop lost, and to just to show my appreciation I’ll give you anything you want, just name it!!!” “Well, daddy,” she replied giggling, “you know how tight my little pussy is, and it could really use a good hard fucking, so could you do that for me, daddy, could you please fuck your little girl’s pussy for her!?!” After what sounded like a little chuckle from her father, Gordon Vincent replied, “Of course I will, dear, how would you like it!?!” “Oh, daddy,” she squealed, “I’d really like to ride your big penis, could I daddy, could I ride it, please!?!” “You mean you want me to lie back and just let you climb on and let my penis slide into your little tight pussy,” he asked softly!?!” “Oh yes, daddy,” she replied, “hurry up, daddy, your little girl really needs a good hard fucking!!!”

“I think that they’re playing some kind of sex game,” Brenda whispered!!! “With a look of disdain on her face, Morgan just shook her head and replied, “No shit, Sherlock, what ever gave you that idea!?!” “I was just stating a fact, that’s all,” Brenda replied, “don’t jump down my throat will ya!?!” “Okay, okay,” Morgan shot back, “shush up now, mama’s talking again!!!” “Oh, Gordon,” Beth sighed in her normal voice, “you are so fucking good to me, ohhhhhhhhhhh you’re so fucking big, I just love riding your fucking pecker!!!” “Y-you’re still as tight as when I first married you, babe,” her father said while grinding his meat into his wife’s cunt, “I’m absolutely addicted to your pussy and ass, I just can’t seem to get enough of them!!!” “D-do yo like it when I pretend to be your little girl,” she gasped as her pussy convulsed several times in preparation of its climax!?! “You know I do,” he moaned loudly, “and I love punishing my “bad” little girl’s fat bottom!!!” “Oh, god,” she gasped, “I-I’m almost there, w-what about you, are you gonna cum!?!” “Are you nuts,” he groaned, “I’m gonna cum in buckets and fill your tight little cunt with a super load of hot jism!!!” Just hearing her husband speaking of her pussy in such a crude fashion was more than enough to send Beth over the cliff and onto the shoals of orgasm reef as her pussy spasmed out of control, gripping her husband’s penis in its vise like grip until it shuddered hard, and then released its load of firey cum deep inside of her

quaking pussy!!!

Once back in bed both girls were silent for a long time until Brenda asked softly, “Do you really think that they did my parents or it was all part of their game!?!” “I don’t know, Bren,” Morgan replied thoughtfully, “but I do know one thing, I’ve got the two hottest folks around, and you can take that to the bank!!!

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Triked, Tricked, Trolloped

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There are some lovely beaches down in the south west corner of Western Australia. Long stretches of pristine sand dividing the Indian Ocean from the dense forests of tall karri trees. Hundreds of kilometers of unpolluted and mostly unpopulated coastline stretched like a silver ribbon between rockbound headlands. Very nice - except when your idiot of an husband has bogged down the family four wheel drive on one of those deserted beaches. Believe me, there’s no better way of exploring the strengths of a relationship than sharing a shovel on a scorching hot December day, especially when all your joint efforts to dig large holes in fine sand are proving futile. Which was one of the reasons why our marital relationship was sinking even faster than the Suzuki. Not that any of it was my fault.

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I hadn’t wanted to drive way out of town and down some bush track to go rock fishing. As far as I’m concerned fishing is an old man’s occupation. Jeff isn’t even thirty yet, nor am I, so I thought we could have found something more interesting to do on a Saturday morning. Still, fishing was what he wanted to do and the only alternative if we stayed indoors was having him watch cricket on the TV - and compared to watching cricket, throwing a fishing line into the sea is an epic adventure full of drama and excitement.

So here we were, bogged down before we’d even got to the fishing spot and with no way of getting somebody to come and help us out. The nearest sealed road was five kilometers away, five kilometers of bare dirt trail bulldozed through the trees. No other signs of life on the beach, not even a boat in sight anywhere and Jeff snarling at me all the time just because I happened to be driving the bloody vehicle when it sank down to the axles. He was the one who was telling me where he wanted to go! The most annoying thing of all was my job - I’m a nurse and I was scheduled for the evening shift in the local hospital. A fine fool I was going to look if I couldn’t even phone in and let them know I wouldn’t be able to make it.

Then something entirely unexpected happened. I was walking back from the tree line with an armful of old branches to push under the Suzi’s back wheels when I heard an engine. At first I thought it was a car and then I saw a small aircraft skimming along the shoreline so low it was well below the tops of the karri trees. It was the strangest looking thing I’d ever seen - not like a normal plane with a wing on each side. Instead there was just one wing that looked something like the sail of a yacht, with red and white patterns on it. Hanging underneath the wing was the rest of the plane, what there was of it.

Have you ever been to a fairgound and had a ride in one of those little plastic pods that hang down from the edge of a big wheel? If you can imagine something like that, only smaller, with the pilot sitting in it and a windscreen down around his knees, you’ve got the idea. The only other difference was a nose wheel at the front and two more wheels at the back with pointy hoods over them. Yes, and the engine of course. The plane was flying so low that I could easily see it mounted behind the pilot, with the propeller right at the back of the pod, pushing the strange little contraption along. I suppose it was travelling about as fast as a car would on a normal road and as it came level the pilot waved to us with one hand. The other one was resting on a bar - like a trapeze bar, I guess - which was the bottom piece of a triangle which came to a point underneath the wing. There were two more metal bars that I could also see, from the front and back of the pod and also joined together underneath the wing. They obviously carried the weight of the pod and somehow the pilot was steering himself around with the bar he was holding.

Anyway, whatever he was doing and however he was doing it, he seemed to be having a much more enjoyable morning than we were. As soon as the plane was past us the engine revved up and the plane climbed away at a steep angle until my eyes were watering from the strong sunlight as I tried to watch it. The show seemed to be over, although when I got back to the Suzuki Jeff was still scanning the sky with his hands cupped around his eyes.

“That must be what they call a microlight, or an ultralight. Strange looking thing, like an overgrown hang glider. That’s the way they steer hang gliders, with a bar attached to the wing, they push and pull against the bar to move the weight of the aircraft underneath in relation to the center of gravity.”

In case I haven’t mentioned it yet, Jeff is a teacher, a high school teacher. . . oh, you guessed, did you? If there were any teachers on the Titanic they probably drowned giving each other lectures on the way icebergs are formed. Anyway, since he was only wearing thongs, I dropped the tangle of branches on top of his bare feet as a means of self expression. He expressed himself back to me and the plane was forgotten about as we bickered at each other. Until we heard it again.

I was a little surprised to see it coming back again from the same direction as before and even lower and slower. It looked to me as if it belonged in a Star Wars’ movie, with its strange shape and the way it was hanging in the wind like a mechanical hawk. I thought it must be a hell of a way to fly, in a seat with nothing around it but empty air. Then the engine noise dropped off and I quickly changed my mind about even thinking about wanting to try it - the wing had dipped lower and it seemed the ultralight was going to crash. The wheels wavered around unsteadily a meter or so above the hard packed sand left by the ebbing tide, like a drunk trying to get his arse back onto a bar stool. Then the ultralight settled down onto the sand with the sudden deftness of a seagull dropping onto a morsel of food. Little gusts of water sprayed out from underneath the wheels as the pod’s weight fell onto them. The wet sand seemed to slow their rotation down very quickly, the plane wallowing to a walking speed about fifty meters away from us and the pilot revving the engine to keep his wheels turning until he was level with the Suzi. Then the high pitched yammering of the engine stopped and the propeller blades jerked to a halt. The pilot carefully tilted the wing over, keeping control of it with the steering bar he was holding until the wingtip nearest to us was resting on the sand.

Jeff and I were watching all this with surprise and interest. We kept on watching as a tall and slender man in tight fitting blue flying overalls unstrapped himself and climbed out of the pod. In fact it was only his figure - or his lack of it - which showed him to be a man because his head was completely covered with a wrap around motor bike helmet that had a tinted glass vision panel in the front of it. By God, I thought, I was right, not only does the plane look like something out of Star Wars but the pilot dresses like Darth Vader.

Before he even touched the helmet the pilot took something out of the pod that looked like a giant corkscrew, walked along the wing to the down-tipped end and drove the corkscrew into the sand before tying a lanyard at the top of the corkscrew to the wing tip. The intention was clearly to prevent the wing being blown around. At close range my first impression of it being like a yacht’s sail also seemed right. The whole thing was just a collection of aluminum battens wrapped around with colored fabric. It seemed incredible anybody would trust their life to such a flimsy support. Still, it wasn’t my worry, though as the pilot finally removed his helmet I watched with interest to see what sort of a madman he was. A pity there was no chance of him being Harrison Ford.

It was another surprise to see that he was pretty old. In his forties for sure, though very well preserved, with a lot of dark hair turning gray at the temples, a sharp angled face with a wide smile that showed off excellent teeth and crisp blue eyes with crinkles of smile lines around them. Behind the good looks there was confidence as well, self confidence and self assurance. If I’d seen this guy in hospital whites I’d have tagged him straight away not only as a doctor but as a highly skilled consultant. Success smells on some men like after shave, an enticing aroma which never fades away. And as we were looking at him he was looking at us: at Jeff, briefly, then at me, for a longer time.

“Hi, I’m Brett Reynolds.” A nice voice, sharp but well controlled.

Jeff introduced us: “Jeff Pearson, and this is my wife Sandra. You’ve caught us at an awkward moment. We’ve got bogged down and can’t seem to get out of it.”

“Yeah, I could see you were in strife. I can’t give you a tow but I thought you might want some messages passed on. I couldn’t see any antennas on your wagon and I guess you’d be well out of cell phone coverage in this neck of the woods.”

“That’s right. We tried to use the mobile but it was a waste of time.”

The pilot was still looking at both of us but I knew that most of his attention was on me. Not that I could really blame him for that because I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my sweat soaked tee-shirt and my shorts were cut about as short as they could be. In fact I felt quite flattered that I could get a guy like that taking a lot of second looks.

“Is there anybody around here who could help you out?” Brett asked.

“Eddie Turner would come out,” I said.

“Yeah, Eddie would be great.” Jeff turned to the pilot to explain. “Eddie Turner is a mate of mine, got a Land Rover with a winch on it. He’d come and pull us out if we could let him know where we are. He lives quite a way down the road though, in Kilkenny Ponds. Must be about fifty or sixty k’s from here.”

Brett smiled widely, showing off his teeth even more: “It’s rather less. It’s forty seven point two kilometers from here. Or at least it is to the Kilkenny airstrip as the crow flies. I suppose it must be another five or six k’s into the town itself. I’ve got it nailed down on the GPS because I flew out from there this morning. My car’s still there.”

“Oh.” Jeff smiled a little himself, clearly as relieved as I was at the prospect of being saved a lot of walking and a lot of trouble. “Maybe you could phone through to Eddie when you get back?”

“No problem. It’s a lovely day for a flight and I doesn’t matter to me which direction I fly in. I can go back to Kilkenny Ponds now and call in from the strip. With the wind blowing the direction it is I should be there in about half an hour. What’s your mate’s phone number?”

Jeff told him and Brett wrote it down on the back of his hand.

“Could you do us another favor and phone the local hospital as well? Let them know that Sandra won’t be able to come in for her shift tonight.”

Brett nodded and seemed concerned: “You’re a nurse, Sandra?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t have the hospital short of nurses - you never know when there might be an emergency. Why don’t I give you a lift back to Kilkenny Ponds in the trike and then drive you into town?”

I didn’t quite realize what he meant by a trike until he nodded towards the ultralight and my stomach flipped over like a tossed pancake: “Me! Go up in that thing!”

The obvious fear in my voice made him shake his head in rueful amusement. “Sandra, it’s not like bungy jumping off Sydney Harbor Bridge - it’s fun, and safe. I’m a licensed and insured pilot and my passengers are all insured as well. I’ve got a spare helmet and a spare set of overalls on board, though you’ll hardly need them in this hot weather. Believe me, you’d be safer on board a trike than you would be on a 747.” His eyes crinkled up in another sudden smile. “And I should know, I fly 747’s for QANTAS for a living.”

It was an exciting idea and an attractive one in many ways, provided I didn’t find myself gripped in total panic once we were off the ground. Rather stunned, I walked over the ultralight and had a second look at it. True, there were two seats in it, one behind the other, but that was about all you could say there was in the way of accommodation. It was only at the front of the pod that the top of the plastic windscreen came up to about waist level. On either side of the front seat the bodywork was hardly ankle high, and barely much more than that around the back seat. I imagined myself looking straight down from one of them, down into a drop of hundreds of meters, and my intestines wriggled around like a nest of angry snakes.

“It’s just like riding a motorbike, only with a better view and without all the road hazards,” Brett said soothingly. “Why don’t we go up for just five minutes and if you don’t like it I’ll bring you straight back down again.”

“How would I tell you what I was feeling with all the noise?”

He held up a cable that hung from his helmet, showing me a plug at the end of it: “The helmets have earphones and a mike built into them. We can talk to each other as easily as we are doing now. Believe me, you’ll never want to come down once you’ve tried it.”

Then he sort of looked sideways, to where Jeff was standing a few paces away, and lowered his voice a little: “Or would you rather spend the rest of the day stuck here?”

I didn’t think Jeff heard that. Or if he did I’m sure he didn’t hear the insinuation in it that I did, a hint of surprise that somebody like me was wasting her time in this sort of situation. Or maybe I was hearing things which weren’t really there. While I was standing undecided Brett reached underneath the back seat and took out a helmet, then a neatly folded set of overalls like the ones he was wearing.

“I can adjust the headband on the helmet for you, Sandra - there’s not much I can do about the flight suit, I suppose. Normally, you’d need at least a jacket to keep the wind off but not now. A day like today, the only cool way to enjoy yourself is flying.”

Jeff came over and looked at the helmet and overalls I was holding: “You’re surely not going to try this, are you, Sandra? You’d be scared stiff.”

If he’d wanted to stop me flying then it was the worst possible thing he could have said. Of course he doesn’t really think of me as a weak woman - he often says that he’d faint if he had to deal with some of the bloodier situations that come along in my job. It was simply a typical case of a male opening his heart and his mouth without remembering to put his brain somewhere in the loop between them. And he knew it as soon as I did, hastily trying to back off without totally backing down.

“I mean I’d be frightened myself, to go up in one of these things. Anybody would be, to fly around hanging underneath a few strips of alloy and fabric. And the hospital can certainly get by without you for one day.”

It was too late though, my temper was up. “I’m not going to miss a shift if I can help it. Anyway, I’ll probably never have another chance to do something like this and I want to give it a go, just to see what it’s like.”

“Aww, come on, Sandra, people crash in these things. It happens all the time.”

“People crash in cars as well and that happens all the time.”

He was genuinely concerned about me, not simply trying to carry on the squabble we’d had before, I knew that. But I wasn’t going to let him stop me now that I’d made my mind up. After all it had been pretty much of a wasted day so far and here was a chance to do something I could talk about for weeks afterwards, something exciting. It would have been hard to live myself if I’d turned it down. The only real question, the one I was being very careful not to ask myself, was whether I was as excited by Brett Reynold’s obvious interest in me as I was at the idea of flying in his plane.

Adjusting the helmet was no problem: trying to get into the flying suit was. It was cut for a man’s body, a big man, and I’m a short girl, yet the seams around my hips almost reached breaking strain; I had to go behind the wagon and take off my shorts before I could wriggle into the suit. The real problem was in front though. As much as I tugged at the zip, I couldn’t get it up past my breasts. Like my hips, they’ve always been too large for easy packaging. Eventually I had to go back to the men with everything hanging out over the zip and only the damp material of the tee-shirt between me and them. Not only that, but carrying my shorts in my hand as well.

Brett’s mouth twitched a fraction before he looked away at the horizon as I held the sides of the overalls together while Jeff pulled the zipper together with brute strength. It was a minor demonstration of gentlemanly modesty which ended as soon as Jeff wasn’t looking at him, because Brett’s eyes immediately fastened on my squashed tits with frank interest. Like Sylvester eyeing Granma’s canary, I thought, and hoping to find a way into the cage. If that was really what he hoping for he was in for a disappointment.

I watched in surprise as Brett knelt down behind one of the back wheels. There were three protruding metal legs that attached the wheel to the pod and in between them was a piece of metal about as long as my arm curved into a ‘C’ shape. It was apparently held onto the top leg by a clamp at each end, which he undid. Then he stood up and reclamped the ‘C’ onto one of the support arms of the control bar. I asked him what he was doing.

“Just fitting extensions to the control bar so I can steer from the back. You’ll have to sit in the front seat, Sandra, to keep the weight distribution right. The control bar will be in front of you but I’ll have my hands on these extensions to do the piloting. That’s what I like about these ultralights, everything is very simple. A control bar and a foot throttle and that’s about it.”

He bowed like a courtier and stretched out his hand towards the pod: “My lady, your sky carriage awaits.”

After all the trouble he’d gone to I couldn’t refuse to give it a try however nervous I felt. I wasn’t any more nervous than Jeff though, who watched Brett strapping me into the front seat with a kind of desperate look on his face as if I was going up in a space shuttle. Mind you, I don’t think I would have felt much different myself if I had been about to blast off. It was hard to believe that I was really going to go up into the sky in this thing. Brett held the helmet over my head and quietly talked to me as I smoothed my hair back.

“As soon as this is on, I’ll plug in the intercom cable and switch it on. All you’ll hear is static until I plug in as well. Nod your head if you’re OK and then I’ll untie the wing tip and straighten the wings. When the bar is horizontal in front of you just hold it steady while I get in the back. All clear?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Fine. I’ve pinned the front throttle so it can’t be worked. The only thing you have to worry about are the bars underneath your feet - they’re for steering the nose wheel, so don’t press on them when we’re taking off and landing. The rest of the time you can waggle them around as much as you like. OK?”

I nodded, and again after the helmet was on. It looked bulky but it was surprisingly light. I’d never worn one before, never even been on a motorbike because I thought they were dangerous. No wonder I held onto the control bar nervously when it settled over in front of me. I could feel my hands trembling on the rubber handgrips and then realized it wasn’t just me that was twitching but the wing as well, shivering and bobbing at the wind’s touch. I saw Brett speak to Jeff, and afterwards Jeff took off his own shirt and walked down the beach with it, off to one side on the soft sand. I wondered what he was doing. Then Brett came back with the corkscrew securing pin hanging by its lanyard from his wrist. He knelt down by the front of the pod, grinned up at me, put his hands on my knees and spread them wide apart.

I gasped in surprise, the noise muffled inside the helmet, and then found that he was bending forward to stow the pin away underneath my seat. Which was a totally innocent thing to do, maybe, but what wasn’t so innocent was where his knuckles brushed against me as he slipped the lanyard off his wrist. But again, it something that was over and done with before I had a chance to even let go of the control bar. It might even have been a genuine accident, but I didn’t think so. It was a clear message, as if I already needed one, about what Mr Brett Reynolds would like to do with Mrs Sandra Pearson if given even half a chance. Well, there was one thing about it, at least I was a lot safer from his advances in his plane than I would have been in his car. Uh!

I felt the pod settle down as he got into the back seat. The back ledge would probably be a better way of describing it, higher than the front seat and so close to it that Brett’s legs were stretched out on either side of me with my elbows brushing against his knees. Never again would I complain about economy class seats in passenger planes.

A moment later the engine started and everything began vibrating as though I was sitting in a massage chair. That wasn’t bad but even with the helmet on the engine noise was uncomfortably high. A hundred meters along the beach Jeff was standing still, holding his shirt up above his head. I realized that it was an indication of which way the wind was blowing.

My headphones clicked and I heard Brett’s voice very clearly: “OK, Sandra, I’ve got the control bar now. You’ll probably want to hold onto the sides of your seat to begin with. This damp sand will hold us back a little but we’ve got eighty horsepower pushing us and we’ll soon reach flying speed. We’ll take off about where Jeff is now. Is everything OK with you?”

I clutched the handgrips on either side of the seat and tried to swallow a lump of solid air down my dried out throat: “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Good girl. Feet off the pedal bars and hands off the control bar for a moment or two. Apart from that relax and enjoy the views. . . ”

The engine roared even louder, the ultralight began moving, I held onto the arm grips with a death grip, we were moving faster, much faster, a small wave was breaking along the beach, toppling over into white water, Jeff was getting closer and closer, the vibration was getting worse - oh fuck, I must be mad to be here!

Suddenly the vibration stopped, the engine seemed a lot further away and I was looking down at Jeff’s upturned face. Then the control bar was pushed away from me and the nose of the pod lifted up towards the sky as if it were a rearing horse. I couldn’t help myself from looking down, to see the sea suddenly growing wider with the breaking waves along the edge of it like crinkled up tearings of white tissue paper.

“How are you feeling, Sandra?”

“Alright - I think.”

“OK, we’ll level out now, and fly straight on for a few minutes while you get used to things.”

Getting used to so many conflicting feelings was going to take longer than that. In one sense I felt totally exposed, with only the finger thick vertical support bar in front of me and the wind drumming against my overalls, yet behind the helmet’s faceplate there was a peaceful little world where I could talk to Brett without any effort at all. The wind seemed to be blowing away the noise of the engine as well, making a combined background noise which wasn’t really bothersome at all. I suppose it would have been a miserable experience on a cold day without thick clothing, but it had been a scorching forty degrees celsius down on the beach and the blast of moving air was as wonderfully cooling as Brett had promised it would be.

In another sense I was totally confined, by the straps, and by the control bar pressed close against my chest. In another way - a breath takingly marvelous way - I’d never felt so free in all my life. Who hasn’t been a kid dreaming of finding a way of flying like a bird? Not being shot through the sky miles high watching movies, but real flying, down around the tree tops and hurdling over hilltops with giant’s steps, being able to lift your eyes up to the distant horizons or down to something so close you feel you can reach out and touch it. Of course we’ve all felt like that, and most of us have grown up and forgotten the dream. And now, suddenly and totally without expecting it, I was living my dreams for real.

Out on my left were kilometers and kilometers of trees, and an occasional movement of something brightly colored scuttling underneath them. I was catching glimpses of the coastal highway between the tall trunks, or at least of the cars driving down it. On the right I could now see through the top of the sea, to dark patches with green stains behind them. It was puzzling until I realized that the dark patches were rocks just under the water with patches of seaweed growing where they were protected from the waves by the rocks. It seemed so strange that an area I thought I knew quite well looked so different from up here.

“How do you feel now, Sandra?”

“Pretty good.” I was surprised how calm I sounded.

“Not frightened?”

I thought about how to answer: “Yes, but I’m too busy looking around to think much about it.”

His chuckle came through the earphones: “Good answer. OK, we’ll turn around now and fly back over your husband. Give him a wave to let him know you’re OK and then we’ll head for Kilkenny Ponds.”

The turn was indeed frightening, at first, with the wing dipping over and the pod skidding around. Then I forgot about it as we dived back over the Suzuki and Jeff and I exchanged waves. Then another turn, but not so stomach churning now I had some idea of what to expect.

Brett started singing over the intercom.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh. . . ”

“OK, Sandra, we’ll go up higher now and follow the coast for a while. There’s something on the other side of the next headland I saw just before I landed that might interest you.”

When we went over the headland I looked down the sheer drop of a cliff face to where the sea was continually slapping against the land, and felt only curiosity at the odd feeling of looking down at birds flying, the stiff winged gulls whirling and turning along the cliff as if they were scraps of paper caught inside a willy-willy. Somehow it seemed that the height wasn’t bothering me, which was the last thing I’d expected.

“There you are, Sandra, down on the right. That’s something you don’t see ever day, not even up here.”

We were passing over the headland on the other side and where Brett was telling me to look was down in a corner of the sea between the cliffs and the beach. Something was moving in the shallow water, a shimmering cloud continually changing shape and flickering with sudden sparkles. Running in and out of the cloud were dark lean shapes which seemed to cut passages through it by their mere presence, the tiny individual slivers of silver which made up the cloud constantly closing ranks again behind the intruders as they moved on.

“What’s happening down there, Brett?”

“It’s sharks feeding off a school of sardines. Is school the right word for sardines? Or should it be a can of sardines?”

I laughed and he laughed with me.

“Hey, Sandra, check out that boat ahead.”

There was a high topped cabin cruiser anchored off the beach, a kilometer or so ahead. I thought how odd it was that the crew should be so close to a bunch of sharks in a feeding frenzy and not even know about it, while we could see so much more merely by being a couple of hundred meters higher up. As it turned out, I soon saw more than I’d expected, because Brent put us into other turn over the boat, and kept on turning, so the left wingtip seemed to be pointing straight down at the deck while the boat looked as if it were slowly rotating underneath us. It was an expensive looking boat and a couple were lounging on sun chairs at the back. They looked expensive too, in their own ways, he with his big pot belly, her with her blonde hair and good figure. It was easy to see these things because neither of them had a stitch on. Not that it seemed to bother them. The man casually waved his hand to us without moving from his seat.

“I told you there was something interesting here,” Brett said. “She’s nice but I’ll bet she doesn’t look as half as good as you would stretched in the raw.”

I decided not to respond to that remark. I saw the woman stand up and look up at us, a glass in one hand, the other one also waving.

“Oh, dear, she’s drooping a bit now. What about the guy, what do you think about him?” Brett laughed: “A real hunk, hey?”

“He hasn’t got anything I haven’t seen lots of times before.”

The man reached out his hand towards the woman’s bottom and began stroking it.

“Yeah,” Brett continued: “I think the lady with the natural blonde hair could say the same thing. I suppose we’d better leave them in peace now.” The control bar flicked over to one side to bring us out of the turn and the boat was whirled away out of my vision.

“OK, Sandra we’ll go along the beach for a couple more kilometers, climb a bit, then turn right. We’ll be going along a valley with a lot of cleared land that’s used for grazing cattle. I wouldn’t want to be low over the forest if the engine suddenly quit for any reason. Even a trike needs a little bit of space to land in.”

Trike - he’d used that word before. I supposed it was because of the three wheels underneath the pod. Again I could see more rocks, some of them sticking up out of the sea in streaks of white water, and then a small figure on a blue and white motorbike driving along the beach. The trike’s nose twitched up, and when we passed over the motorbike it was dwindling in size as we climbed higher. So many times I’d heard bike riders talking about the wonderful feeling of the wind in their faces as they rode their machines and now I understood what they were saying, but in a way even they didn’t know. Compared to a sky trike, a Harley-Davidson as a freedom machine was just a very efficient device for turning fuel into noise.

“Sandra, Eddie, says he’ll be on his way in about ten minutes.”

“What? What did you say, Brett?” I’d been staring down at the coastal highway and a queue of cars held up on the twisting road behind a slow moving semi-trailer.

“Well, to tell the truth, I have my mobile phone with me when I fly, plugged into the radio communications circuit. There was no point in trying it down on the beach, it wouldn’t have worked any better than yours did. But we’re fifteen kilometers closer to Kelkenny Ponds now and mobiles use line of sight radio waves, so the higher up you are the more range they have. I got through to Eddie first try and told him exactly where your husband is stuck.”

“I didn’t hear anything,” I said. This all sounded pretty suspicious to me.

“No, I thought it would simplify matters if I cut you out of the circuit. Anyway, he said to tell you that he’d phone the hospital and let them know you wouldn’t be coming in today - oh, yeah, and he said he’d make sure he set his VCR up to tape ‘Red Dwarf’ for Jeff in case they were late back.”

I turned all this over in my mind. One thing was sure, Brett must indeed have talked to Eddie to know what Jeff’s favorite TV comedy program was. It certainly hadn’t been mentioned on the beach. On the other hand: “Why would Eddie tell the hospital that I’m not coming to work today? We’re going to Kilkenny Ponds, aren’t we?”

“Oh, eventually, yes. In the meanwhile though I’ve told your friend that I’ve got an engine problem and I’ve got to land on the beach again.”

I was bewildered: “Have you got a problem?”

“I don’t have a problem in the world. I simply thought I’d spend some time feeling your tits. As fair payment for the ride, you might say.”

“What!”

“What!” he mimicked me. “Well, what you do first is to put your hands up on the control bar. Then I’ll put my right hand around underneath your right arm and grab your right tit.”

“No way!”

“OK, Sandra, then I’ll have to find another way of amusing myself.”

The next second the wing tipped over onto one side and the pod went into a horrifying spiral which convulsed my hands into clutching claws on the seat handles as I screamed in terror. It was far, far worse than being on a roller coaster. Finally, at long last, Brett stopped throwing the plane around.

“Now, Sandra, before I ask you again, I’d like you to look up to where the support bars are attached to the wing. You see that bolt there? That’s called the Jesus bolt, because that’s what both of us will be screaming if it breaks and we drop off the wing. Now, which would you rather have, some more strain imposed on the Jesus bolt, or my fingers around your nipples?”

It was not a decision I had to spend a lot of time making: “I don’t want the bolt to break.” I said breathlessly.

“Fine. An excellent career move. Now put your hands on the control bar and sit quietly like a good girl.”

I did as he wanted. Immediately his hand slipped around my body and touched the side of my right breast. It seemed to be as far as he could reach and it served him right - let him be as sick as a dog with frustration. I looked down at the pattern of fields and dirt roads below and practiced what I was going to say to the two timing shit once we were safely back on the ground.

“You know, you’re the first girl I’ve had in that front seat who’s got boobs so big I can’t reach them properly from the back.” Brett sounded proud of the fact. “I knew you were something special when I saw you from the air for the first time. I’ve just got to get my hands on them properly.”

“Brett, I’m a married woman,” I protested.

“That’s OK, I’m not going to steal you from your husband, I’m just going to borrow you for a bit, like a library book. What the hell, you must have acquired a few dirty finger marks on your virginal white pages somewhere along the line by now.”

“You’re a real bastard, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Sandra, but this thing is bigger than both of us. Your things are, anyway. OK, what I’m going to have to do is to unfasten my harness and lean forward so I can really get a grip on you. It’s no fun unless I do it with both hands, so you’ll have to fly the trike. No matter what happens, you hold the control bar level and everything will be fine. Of course if you fuck it up I’m liable to fall out.”

I was as mad as hell at his insolence: “Well, fall out then, you prick, and get yourself killed.”

I could hear him chuckling through the background hiss of the headphones: “Sandra, have you really thought about that? I mean, if I do fall out, you’re going to have seventy eight kilos of desperate man holding onto your tits like they’ve been held before. And even if you eventually shake me off it still leaves you up here on your own. How do you think you’d go at your first solo landing?”

“Oh shit!”

“Come on, Sandra, a nurse shouldn’t talk like that, a nurse should be caring and gentle towards those in need, and I need you. But before we start I want you to unzip the front of your overalls and then pull up that tee-shirt so I’ve got plenty of bare skin to play with. I know you’re not wearing anything else, I could see that on the beach. I don’t know how I managed not to get stiff just looking at you then.”

“Brett. . .” It was a forlorn wail of protest.

“Twenty seconds to get ready for me, Sandra. Otherwise we’ll give the Jesus bolt another strain test.”

“God!”

“No, I told you, just Jesus. Come on, let me see you doing something - or better still, undoing something.”

I took my hands away from the sides of the seat and tugged at the zip until it was down around my waist. Then I struggled to free myself from the tight folds of the flying suit until I was back where I’d started from, with both of my tits hanging out, though held together tightly and pushed up almost as high as my chin by the narrow opening of the garment. Just to make it even more fun the zipper teeth seemed to be doing a good job of trying to saw both of my boobs off.

“Come on, Sandra, what are you playing around at? You’ve got an impatient man back here!”

“Shut up! I’m being as quick as I can. . .”

The tee-shirt was a tight fit as well, and as I clawed it up inch by inch the loose folds collecting up underneath my throat fluttered wildly in the wind. We were passing over a farm house, a tractor moving between the sheds like a picture on toy box. I hadn’t realized how much higher we’d gone up since leaving the beach. It was cooler, too, even cold. When I lifted the last fold of my shirt up over my nipples the wind chilled them into a firming response. Brett was going to enjoy finding out about that!

“Sandra, surely you’re ready by now? Or do I have to shake you up again?”

“I’m ready, you whinging bastard!”

“Both of them hanging out and bare?”

“Yes,” I confessed.

He chortled with delight: “Don’t worry if they’re getting cold, I’ll soon warm them up for you. Now, put your hands on the control bar and do your best to keep the wings level with the horizon. Don’t worry, it’s easy to do.”

Maybe it was for him but I couldn’t imagine it being easy for me. Yet when I held the bar nothing much seemed to happen, except we began wobbling more than before. I wondered if Brett was still holding onto the extensions. Then I suddenly found out for a fact that his hands weren’t on the control bar because they were slipping around my arms. And this time they didn’t stop until his fingers were cupping both of my breasts and making my nipples respond as if they’d been touched with live wires from a battery. Yet for the first time in my life I was being felt by a strange pair of hands and hardly noticing them beyond an involuntary bodily response. What was taking up the really major part of my attention was stopping the trike from toppling out of the sky. My eyes were flicking from right to left and back again as I checked each wingtip, desperately trying to keep them balanced against the horizon. In comparison to the difficulty of doing that having Brett playing with my breasts was just an annoying distraction.

“Aaah, that’s nice. . . I never know which is best, flying, or getting a grip on a new pair of tits for the first time. When you can do both together that’s magic. And when they’re nice juicy water melons like yours, Sandra, that’s a real bonus.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to drive this thing!”

“Better do a good job then, sweetie, because if we pile in now in this position the accident investigation guys won’t need any black box to know what happened. They’ll put it on my tombstone - ‘He had too much cock in his cockpit’.”

I couldn’t prevent myself from giggling at that crack, which stopped abruptly as we hit an air pocket or something and the trike quivered like a puppy shaking off water. I squealed as the horizon dipped and began to slide around us.

“Don’t worry,” Brett told me calmly. “Push the bar forward - forward!” He emphasized the command by jerking my nipples away from me. It was quite painful but that was the least of my worries as I pressed as hard as I could against the bar. Things seemed to change, not that I was quite sure how, but we were still turning.

“Tilt the bar up to the right,” Brett ordered, reinforcing the command by scrunching my right tit in his hand as hard as he could. I gasped and did as he wanted, until we were flying properly. Somehow we’d turned completely around again though, because the sea was in front of us now.

“Handling techniques taught with sensory input reinforcement - works wonders, every time. Hey, Sandra, you’ve starting some heavy breathing. It’s about time you showed some reaction after all the effort I’ve put into getting you turned on.”

“I’m frightened, not excited!”

“Like hell. I told you you’d look better than that sheila on the boat when you were stripped off and now you’re wondering when it’s going to happen. What you’d like is for me to land as soon as I can and then give you a good general purpose fucking - with another afterwards for luck.”

He spread his fingers out as wide as he could and sank them into my soft flesh as I swallowed air again, just as I had at the beginning of the flight. I’d done it then because I’d suddenly found myself involved in something I knew I was going to go through with and now I felt the same way again. If we landed in a remote place and Brett kept pressuring me in the same places as he was now there was only going to be one outcome, because he was right, I was getting as eager to be laid as he was. Then he started crooning a romantic little seasonal number:

“Rudolph, the red titted reindeer,

with your nips so tight,
won’t you pull my sleigh tonight?”

I called him a cunt.

“You’re lucky, Sandra, I’ve had a vasectomy, so we can do it the old fashioned way, with me riding you bareback. You girls really need it pumped into you before you get that final zing out of it, right? God, as soon as I landed on the beach and saw you I knew it was going to be my lucky day - one look and I was sure you were absolutely ripe for rooting. So we’d better get on with it.”

His hands came off me: “OK, I’ve got the bar. We’re seven kilometers from a nice little spot for a bit of quiet nookie out in the open air, so let’s wend, Pancho!”

“Pancho - what does that mean?”

“Before your time, Sandra, before your time.”

The trike turned around tightly, back towards the hills. Brett kept talking. “There used to be a fire lookout tower on that ridge ahead. It’s been taken down now but the Forestry Commission made an airstrip a few hundred meters down on the opposite slope. Just enough for a little biplane to land and change the fire spotters over every two weeks or so. It was never worth the cost of putting in a road. So we use it now.”

“What do you mean by ‘we’?”

“Trike flyers. We’re the only ones who can get in that area now, unless you walk, and not many people do that. It’s an ideal place for some open air fucking.”

His assumption that I was putty in his hands to do whatever he liked with made me grate my teeth in anger. I was torn between wanting to put scratch marks on his back or across those smiling eyes of his.

“You know something, Sandra, sometimes I teach people how to fly trikes. And one thing I have to show them is how difficult it is to fly on instruments alone and why they should stay clear of clouds. To do that I have a hood which fits over a flying helmet. It covers their eyes but it’s cut away underneath so they can still breathe and look down at the instrument panel. I think that’s a good idea, don’t you?”

I couldn’t understand what he was talking about: “What are you asking me for? I don’t know anything about flying.”

“OK then, I’ll tell you something entirely different. When they were training hunting falcons back in medieval days, they always used to tame a falcon when it landed by putting a hood over its head. I think you might be tempted to use your claws on me when we land so I think I’ll tame you with the same technique, by putting my blind flying hood over your helmet. What a piece of good luck I just happen to have it handy.”

The sarcastic bastard was really enjoying himself.

“Hold onto the control bar again, Sandra, and listen for any orders I give you.”

I put my hands back onto the rubber grips. A second later a piece of black fabric was pulled down around the helmet, then a cord around the bottom of it jerked tightly underneath the helmet and around my neck. It all happened very quickly. As Brett had said, a large rectangular piece was cut out at the bottom of the hood but to see anything I had to literally look down my nose - or past it anyway.

“OK, Sandra, I’ve got the control bar again now. Incidentally, that cord is tied up behind your head now, and you wouldn’t find it a very easy knot to undo. Nor can you undo the helmet straps underneath your chin while the bag’s on. You’ve heard of the man in the iron mask? Well, you’re going to be the lady in the plastic helmet until I let you out of it. Which will be after I’ve had the pleasure of your company.”

He sounded about as happy as a man could be. Which, under the circumstances, was probably justified. A nice day flying around, see a woman you fancy, swoop down, pick her up, squeeze her teats, make her helpless and then spend a happy afternoon giving the stupid bitch the thorough shafting she deserves for her trusting stupidity. I wondered if he was as inventive a lover as he was a liar and a flier.

The trike began turning and turning, presumably over the place where he intended to land. With my head craned back as far as I could get it I could just manage to look straight down into a frustratingly narrow field of vision. There were the slopes of the ridge, littered with large stones, then some trees close together, an open expanse of grass, a kind of large wooden framework which must have been the base of the fire watching tower. What looked like a sheet of canvas had been tied between the stunted wooden legs to cover the ground between them.

I saw something else as well, small differently colored scraps of material fluttering gently from the sides of the four legs, like bunting outside a used car lot. The difference was that I was sure this bunting was exclusively composed of girls’ panties. Not bunting, but little flags of triumph, two or three tied to each leg.

“Can you see our wind markers, Sandra? You’re not the first flying fuck up here, not by a long way.”

“You’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met!”

“Yes, but am I the most arrogant man ever to fuck you?”

“You haven’t done it yet.”

“Well, Sandra, I hoisted up most of those panties myself, and yours are definitely going to be the next pair to go up.”

“And did you have to blindfold the other girls too?”

He laughed: “Every one a blind date, Sandra, every one of them. Until it was time for them to suck my cock. Then I let them see what they were doing.”

I would have given my life’s savings for a chance to get some of my own back on the bastard. Even just to scream abuse at him, but it didn’t seem like a good idea while he was landing the trike. Nor did it seem sensible to have my head twisted over to one side as the grass came nearer and nearer. Better to sit upright and ramrod straight in case it was a hard impact. Staring into the black depths of the material over my face plate, I held on and waited for the thump. There was one, hardly noticeable, then the same vibration from the wheels as had happened when we were running along the beach. I hastily took my feet off the foot bars, where I’d been resting them without remembering Brett’s instructions to keep clear of them as we landed.

Then the vibration ended and the engine stopped. No more wind blowing past, only the chilled skin on my breasts as a reminder of it and the hot sun warming them already. The pod creaked as Brett got out.

“Hold the control bar, Sandra.”

This time, after he’d taken the wing tip ground pin out from under my seat, he put his hand right up between the legs of the flying overalls and rubbed me slowly. I think what he enjoyed most about it was that I made no protest, no effort to stop him. The truth was that I was unable to make up my mind what to do. I hadn’t resisted Brett in the air because I’d been afraid of us crashing. I couldn’t do much to stop him now, even if I wanted to, not being almost totally blind. Even if the mask and the helmet were taken off, I’d still be on my own with him way out here in the bush. But the first thing to do was to try to persuade him to undo the stifling mask, no matter what I had to do for him afterwards.

“Please, Brett, let me take this helmet off. It’s like having my head in a bucket with it on.”

“Later, Sandra, later. When you ask nicely enough I’ll let you give me a blow job. Tilt the bar now and hold it while I secure the wing tip. Gently, gently, that’s far enough.”

His shadow across my legs moved away as he went to secure the wing. Now I could feel that a breeze was blowing up here in the hills, a hot gentle breeze fluttering around the open flying suit and the tee shirt drawn up tight around my throat, almost as tight as my throat muscles were inside. It would have been wonderful to have felt the wind on my flushed face. Something hit the ground, probably Brett’s helmet. He’d wasted no time in taking his off, I noted angrily.

“Put your hands down by the sides of your seat, Sandra. I want to take a good long look at the scenery.”

He was standing next to the trike. He had to be for me to hear him through the helmet - anyway, I could see his shadow falling across my knees again. God, he must be loving this! I imagined myself as he was seeing me, helpless and undone, my big boobs scrunched up and hanging out like ripe fruit in the sunlight, ready for the picking. Brett’s shadow blotted out everything else as he bent lower and I was surprised when his hands went down to unfasten my seat straps, rather than further up or lower down. It occurred to me that perhaps he wouldn’t risk a struggle anywhere near his precious microlight. He helped me out of the pod anyway, then led me away by the hand as I stumbled along behind him, trying to keep my eyes on my feet as we stepped through the rough grass. Spears of it stabbed through my beach sandals and made me gasp in pain. One thing was certain, I wouldn’t be running away, even if there had been anywhere to run to.

“Almost there, now, Sandra. A few more paces.”

A few paces it was, into the shade that I felt more than saw on the ground. No dapples in it, no flecks, but a total shield from the sun. We weren’t underneath a tree, so we must be below the canvas sheet I’d seen flying overhead in the trike. The wind was still fluttering over my boobs though, so it wasn’t like a tent, there were no canvas walls. We were still in the open air, standing in the remains of the old fire watching tower. The ruins decorated with all those intimate feminine articles presumably left behind by other visiting trike fliers. My knees began trembling.

“OK, Sandra, shake them for me.”

“What?”

“Put your hands up underneath your tits and shake them up and down for me.”

I tried to summon up my remained of my self respect. “And what if I don’t?”

Even with the thick plastic dome over my head I heard his chuckle: “Then the helmet will have to stay on until you decide to do what you’re told.”

It was the obvious response, an easy and effective one. He knew how much I wanted to take it off. I sighed and did as he wanted, gently juggling myself for his benefit. Brett had won at every deal in the game and now he was starting to claim his winnings. And he was probably sighing too, if he really thought I was as fuckable as he kept on saying I was.

“Now that’s a job I wouldn’t mind helping you with. In fact I think I will help you with it.”

Yes, he did sigh, with satisfaction, as he put his hands back on top of my nipples and plucked them into hardened points. It was skillfully done work which had me holding them up to him for the treatment to continue. He obliged with his tongue, his lips and his teeth. A very odd experience, not to be able to see but to be seen, to be almost blind and yet to be right out in the open air. I wondered if there were any bush walkers in the area with binoculars held to their eyes as they watched the performance. Especially when Brett suckled me so fiercely that I had to hold onto his shoulders to stop from overbalancing.

“You bastard, Brett, you bastard . . .”

“I think it’s time we stripped you off some more, Sandra.”

I felt his hand tugging unzipping the front of the flying suit, all the way down to the bottom. He was moving around me, behind me I thought, then knew I was right as he tugged at the collar of the suit and pulled it down along my arms and off over my hands. The suit fell down, leaving me with the tee-shirt still hauled up over the tops of my breasts and my panties. I felt their waistband pulled back behind me and then I yelped as he twanged the elastic against my spine.

“Beautifully posed, Sandra, beautifully posed. Just one slight adjustment and you’ll look perfect.”

One fast tug and the panties were down where the flying suit was, below my knees, with Brett laughing aloud at my instinctive and totally useless attempt to grab them as they were plucked away.

“Brett!”

“Christ, Sandra, you’re built like a brick shithouse. love those legs, you must be a blood stirring sight in a miniskirt. Now let’s see if your cunt feels as good as your tits do.”

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that I out in the middle of the bush, naked between the pulled up shirt and my knees, with a hand creeping up between my legs, another on my right nipple and a mouth over the left one. And what did I do about it? What I did about it was to grip Brett’s shoulders again to keep my balance while I stood there like a knocked kneed cowgirl so the exploring fingers could have all the room they needed. Oh, and as a final touch of encouragement, he must have been able to hear my grunts of satisfaction coming from beneath the helmet. Even to my own ears I sounded like a pig snuffling through garbage. Brett snorted too, he snorted with laughter when he stopped sucking my nipple because he knew I was shivering with eagerness for everything and anything he wanted to do with me.

“OK, Sandra, take two steps forward and put your hands out in front of you.” His voice was brisk and commanding.

“There’s a table there, a wooden one we found here. On top of it there’s a mattress. Don’t worry about it slipping, it’s tied to the table. Turn around and sit on the end of the mattress, then lie down on your back and spread your knees out to show off your cunt.”

“You’re a real charmer, Brett, aren’t you?”

“Right now, I’m not interested in massaging your ego, Sandra just the rest of you. Get your arse on that table and spread them, because I’m coming for you, ready or not.”

I did as he wanted. The edge of the table appeared underneath my chin as I shuffled forward, and the mattress as well. It seemed low enough for me to able to lift myself up on it without much difficulty. It was also thin, and old, and dirty, and sticky. None of which was surprising considering what it was used for. Yet although I’d reached the stage where I needed to have the same thing done to me, it was still a humiliation to be sitting there with my clothing twisted up around my legs as though I was sitting on a toilet bowl.

“On your back, Sandra.”

There was no point in trying to argue. I leaned back on the tacky mattress cover, to find that the helmet supported my head quite comfortably. Through the gap underneath the hood I peered down my body, but my tits blocked out almost all the view, except for an occasional glimpse of movement at the end of the table. Then I saw his dark hair for a second as he lowered himself between my legs. His hands spread my knees even wider apart than they already were.

“Ah, my favorite food - a gently simmering cunt that needs a long slow steaming.”

The first touch of his tongue set me quivering. After the first few minutes I was not only shaking but surprised that he was taking this much trouble to put me on heat when he already had me helpless. But he was and I was. The only real trouble was that the helmet was on the wrong person - I could hardly find the breath to encourage him underneath it, and he must have needed it badly as I pinned his ears back with my thighs. Big licks, slow licks, fast licks, quick licks and all artfully crafted licks, with an occasional halt while he took off my sandals, the flying suit, and then my panties. Each pause left me seething with impatience for him to start again. Another pause then, as he used his fingers to make sure I was properly on the boil after being the well nibbled entree.

“I’ve got you where I want you now, you big titted bitch,” Brett gloated as he worked me, the table creaking underneath my spine. I wondered if I was the heaviest girl that had ever been laid on top of it and whether it was going to collapse when Brett started fucking me.

“Now I think we’ll take that helmet off so I can watch your face while I’m sticking my cock into this mincing machine yours.” His fingers were doing the mincing, churning around inside my inner muscles as I began to go crazy. “But we have to go by the rules here, so there’s one little job left to do.”

He seemed to more self control than I did. Probably because he was older. I didn’t care what rules he was talking about. Not until I felt a tingle from a length of thin metal links thrown over my stomach.

“Before you ask, sweetie, I’ll explain what I’m doing. There’s a length of fine chain looped around the table top with a small padlock securing it. I’ve undone the padlock and now I’m going to refasten the chain again, around the table and around your middle. There’s no way you’d ever got hips or tits like yours past it, so you’ll stay on top of the table until I undo the padlock. But I will leave it slack enough so you can turn over, or crawl up to the end of the table to give me a blow job.”

His entire hand seemed to be inside me now.

“I think they’re satisfactory arrangements, don’t you, miss big tits? Because there’s no way you’re ever getting off this table until I decide to let you off it.”

“God, yes, anything you want, Brett, anything you want.”

He didn’t answer. I tried to look around and saw nothing, though I heard movement. I guessed that Brett was taking off his flying suit. Afterwards he put his fingers underneath my neck and undid the knot behind the hood. It seemed to take a long time before it came loose. It seemed to take even longer for him to snap open the chin strap and to ease the helmet off. The light was dazzling and the rough material of the mattress was scratchy against against the back of my head. Above me the canvas was flapping gently.

“Well, hello, Nurse Pearson.”

I screamed in shock as hands grabbed my wrists and elbows. There were men, naked men, all around the table. But the only one I had eyes for was the one between my held out legs, the swarthy man with black hair all over his body who was carefully sheathing his cock inside me as if he was slipping into a hot bath.

“Doctor Gottlieb,” I whimpered. Only the most detestable medical man I’d ever met, the one with the ugly cow of a wife who was always trying to make up for his miserable marriage by trying to chat up the nurses. I despised the ugly creep and now he was fucking me in front of an audience!

“And the doctor is in!” He jammed everything he had into me and I gasped. The bastard had more to him than I’d ever expected, but when it came to bastards. . .”Brett!”

He was at the end of the table, looking down and laughing. “Don’t worry, Sandra, I’m next. But when I called all the guys up on the radio and told them I was going up to the tower with a red hot nurse one of my mates said he had a passenger who was a doctor at the Kilkenny hospital. We thought it might be a good gag to have you meet like this - the Doc was all for it, especially when he found out who you were. Of course I didn’t let you see the parked up trikes when we landed but you’ll get to meet all the guys pretty soon. You’re our Christmas box.”

Two of the guys had already grabbed hold of my tits, as a convenient way of encouraging me to rub their

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Daria is all smiles. Well lets just say she seems to lose that smile when she has a hard cock shoved deep into her mouth and pounding away at her pussy. Her guy shows her pussy off, spreading her lips and you can see the moisture just glistening and waiting for some action. She gives him some pretty good head and then it is on her back with her legs spread. Daria gets banged in several positions from missionary, cowboy and even doggy and it all culminates with the guy blowing his load in her mouth and she swallows every last drop and goes back for more!

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