 |
Special EffectsPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkI’ve told you before about Jodi Malenger and how he was a kid with the sharpest eye for an opportunity that ever I’ve seen, especially when it was a chance to give a girl an unforgettable experience. I’ll tell you another story about him and his gang - including me - which I’ve sometimes tried to tell before and which nobody will believe is true. Not that I blame the skeptics one iota - if I hadn’t have been there I wouldn’t have believed it could have happened.
As I’ve also said before, these things happened a long time ago, in England. Which matters only so far as Jodi had access to wheels when the UK was very much a one car per family country - assuming you were lucky enough to have a car at all. But Jodi’s old man was a builder in a good line of business, and one of his company vehicles was a battered old Ford van that Jodi had taught himself to drive. Better yet his Dad didn’t mind Jodi borrowing it at the weekends. Not that Jodi was old enough to have a license but it was well worth the risk of getting pulled over by the coppers for a chance to mark out some new territory. So it was a weekend, and we were in a town twenty miles or so from our usual haunts. I guess that doesn’t sound very far, but in a place as small and crowded as England it meant that being seen by anybody who knew us was about as likely as winning the football pools. We’d travelled in that direction for absolutely no reason at all, and our luck seemed to be pretty good because in a field just outside the town a travelling fun fair had pitched its tents. It was dusk, all the bright lights were coming on and a steady stream of vehicles were being parked in the next field as the locals came to ride the dodg’em cars and sample the candy floss. “Hey, let’s have a look at this,” Will said. “Maybe we can have some fun.” “Fine by me,” Jodi replied and turned in to follow white tapes in the grass which led to the parking area. All the usual suspects were in the van with him. Will, Micky, Jacko, and yours truly, Andy. The hard boys, the guys who had been there and done that and would have jumped into a ring of fire if Jodi had led the way. We’d long since found out that if anything really exciting was going to happen Jodi would be the one who made it happen - aye, and kept us out of trouble as well. Not that this seemed to have much in the makings of special night out. There were plenty of girls around but mostly young ones acting silly, and as for the fair itself I’d long since gone past being interested in throwing balls at a coconut shy or riding on a big wheel. It wasn’t even worth trying to hit anything at the shooting gallery because everybody knew the stall holder would have fiddled with the rifles’ sights so you couldn’t aim straight. Then we came across something we’d never seen before. A circular tent, a perfect half dome about thirty yards across, dark around the bottom and the top two thirds of the dome lit up, flickering images showing in the lighted area and loud music coming from inside it. A small generator was driving an air compressor which was feeding into a pressurized canvas tube attached to the side of the dome. The air was keeping it blown up, like a big balloon. Another generator was connected to a tangle of cables going into the dome. “What’s all this then?” Will asked, not there was any need to, because there was a big enough poster outside explaining it all.
‘THE NEW SENSATION IN CINEMA EXPERIENCE!’‘THE SCREEN SURROUNDS YOU - THE SOUND SURROUNDS YOU - YOU BECOME PART OF THE FILM!’ ‘RIDE ON THE HIGHEST ROLLER COASTER IN THE WORLD’ ‘DRIVE IN A GRAND PRIX RACING CAR’ ‘LOOK DOWN ON NEW YORK’S SKYSCRAPERS FROM A HELICOPTER’ ‘FLY OVER THE GRAND CANYON’ ‘CONTINUOUS SHOWINGS - STAY AS LONG AS YOU LIKE’ “Hey, Jodi, how about taking a look inside?” “Yeah, why not. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” None of us had. The only sort of cinemas we’d ever heard of were the ones were you sat in rows watching a screen in front of you. This seemed different and interesting. So we paid our money and went in. First off, I’ll tell you what I saw - and then I’ll tell you what Jodi saw. If nothing else it shows up perfectly the difference between an average Joe Blow and a real operator. What I saw was a whole lot of people standing on the grass inside the dome staring up at a scene of huge office buildings rising out of busy city streets that seemed miles below. The picture was so wide and so close you couldn’t help feeling you were actually there, drifting over the edges of the skyscrapers and about to fall down into those streets so far underneath you. Even though I knew I was perfectly safe my stomach still curdled every time the camera viewpoint drifted across one of the gaps between the buildings. It sounds crazy, I suppose, to be looking up and feeling you were going to fall, but that was the sensation I got and I think everybody else did as well. I wondered how the film was being projected and worked my way through the crowd far enough to see a wheeled trailer in the middle of the tent, leveled off with a built in jack at each corner and the top removed to reveal six projector heads. Each of the lenses was aiming a beam of light at the roof and somehow all the different films were being run in sequence to make up the big picture overhead. I thought it was real clever. Then I went back to gaping up at the film again. What did Jodi see? I guess the first thing he noticed was that although the reflected light from the projectors made it clear enough to move around, that only applied to the area directly underneath the area of the dome the projectors were shining on. Around the outer edge of the tent was an rim of almost total darkness, tall enough to stand up in and five or six paces deep. The only illumination in all that area were the luminous strips that surrounded the doorway. Another thing Jodi noticed was that there were around fifty people in the crowd, some leaving after they’d seen all the film clips, others coming in. Especially he noted that everybody standing inside was completely concentrated on watching the scenes above them, almost oblivious to whatever else was going on. Jodi also noticed that a lot of the crowd were girls - Jodi would have noticed those if he’d been in the waiting room to Hell. Another matter he considered was the music. Classical stuff, being played loudly enough to match and heighten the excitement of the movie scenes. Jodie was starting to become excited as well, though not because of the films. As the Grand Canyon sequence started the camera angle passed over the edge of the highest cliff I’d ever seen and a big gasp rose up from the watchers. But not from the one person in the place who was looking sideways instead of upwards, circling the inside of the dome and exploring its shadowy perimeter. What Jodi found were four speakers, each three feet high, set up an equal distance apart in the darkened area. In the corners, I guess you’d say, if they’d been any corners. The speakers were painted black and virtually invisible until you were close enough to touch them. What was even more interesting was that they were standing on equally black supports. But when Jodi ran his hands around these supports they turned out to be nothing more than ordinary folding trestle tables, each one with some black curtain material draped over it. ‘Neat’, Jodi concluded. ‘Even if any of the customers take a real close look around they won’t see these crummy tables, not with this black material on them. But I guess the speakers would still work just as well if they were put down on the ground. Maybe they’d get wet from the grass but that’s not my problem. I think it’s time for a little experiment.’ The first I knew about his plans was when somebody tugged on my arm and I looked down, irritated at being disturbed when I was fascinated by the movie - irritated that is until I saw it was Micky. He pointed towards Jodi and jerked his head. I went over as the rest of us came together and put our heads close to Jodi to hear what he wanted to tell us. But he stepped back into the shadow area, so we had to follow. The first thing he did was to tell us about the speakers and the table. I guess we were all puzzled as to why the hell he was interested in them. We were even more puzzled as he kept on talking. “I’m going to show you where the nearest speaker is. Will and Andy, you lift it off the table and then Micky and Jacko, I want you to pick up the table and move it to the side a few steps. Then put the table down again. I want the black material left on the table. Then Will and Andy will put the speaker down on the grass and leave it there.” Jacko asked the obvious question: “Why?” “It’s an experiment. I want to see if anybody notices what you’re doing. If there’s any trouble bunch up and move slowly to the door.” OK, if that was what he wanted. We didn’t know why he wanted us to do it but we gave it a go, and it turned out to be a piece of piss. The nearest in the audience to the speaker were a family. Big stocky guy with bright red cheeks and a check jacket, his wife wearing a headscarf, two young boys. None of them were more than three or four steps away. I thought sure one of the kids would notice something - and I was wrong. They had their heads tilted back, their jaws hanging open and their minds in neutral just like everybody else. Nobody saw what we’d done. Then Jodie gave us the word. “Right, we’re going to wait here until we see a couple of decent looking birds on their own. Then we’ll lift them and bring them over to the table. Everyone carrying their flicks?” No problem there - we’d made some enemies in our time and we never went anywhere without our knives. No, if it had been a fight Jodi had been organizing that would have been plain and simple. But to snatch a girl - two girls - and have some fun with them in here! It was crazy! Crazy like a fox though. Everybody in the gang except Jodi looked like stunned mullets but gradually we began to understand the way he was thinking. Girls didn’t wander around on their own and if somebody disappeared from a group sooner or later it would be noticed and their friends would start looking around for them. But a pair of girls on their own - one minute they’re there, the next minute they’re not. So they’ve left, walked out of the tent, who would notice? But what about the actual snatch? From the fringe of the crowd, everybody looking up, plenty of noise from the speakers. Grab the girls’ arms, hold blades against them and slip backwards into the dark area without anybody else noticing - if we were quick and smooth enough we could probably do that. It was certainly the kind of work we’d done before, though never in such a crowded situation. It would be like taking roosting pheasants out of a tree under a gamekeeper’s nose. Even if it went wrong we’d just cluster together, show our blades and move off through the doorway. Nobody was going to risk starting anything on his own and outside the tent there were hundreds of people wandering around in the dark - we’d be among them and gone in seconds. But what if we got the girls? Jodi explained that as well. “We’ll bend them over the table. I want their arses to the walls. Then we’ll throw that black material over them and nobody will see a thing. The music from the speaker will cover most of the noise but if we get a real screamer give her a good tickle with a flick. If that doesn’t shut her up we’ll just have to walk away from it. Outside, we break up and meet back at the van. Everybody got that?” Yeah, we’d got it. “OK, Will and Andy, you’re one team. You take the one I tell you too, bend her over the table on this end of it.” He pointed. “Micky, Jacko, you take the girl I show you, put her over the other end of the table. Will, as soon as yours is down you’ll grab her hair and keep her across the table. I want her under control and quiet. That’s your job, stay with it until I tell you different. Jacko, you do the same with yours. Micky, Andy, you’re the blade men. You put the steel against them in the lift. As soon as the other two guys have got a grip on their hair I want your knives pricking the tarts’ backsides to let them know that screaming is not a good idea. Don’t worry about looking around to see if you’ve been noticed, I’ll be watching your backs. Get the birds over here, get them down and then we’ll sit quiet for a while and see if there’s any comeback.” I guess I’d decided by then that Jodi was finally becoming over confident. It didn’t seem to me there was any real chance at all of getting a couple of chicks onto the table. Where I did agree with him was that there was no real danger in trying something on - if things went wrong we’d be out and away in a shake of a duck’s tail. At the last resort we could just slice the tent wall open with our flicks and step through it. So, we waited - and waited. There were plenty of girls coming in, often in couples, but none of them came near us. Not near enough, anyway. Jodi stood and watched them like a crocodile on a river bank, eyes glittering and never stirring a muscle until he was ready to spring his trap. Pretty soon I was leaving it to him and looking up at the movie again. The roller coaster ride was showing now and the audience were gasping every time the car dropped down into another dip on the elevated track. Then a hand slapped sharply against my arm and I looked around me. Oddly, the first thing I noticed was something the whole audience was doing as the roller coaster car went round a corner - they were swaying like wheat stalks in a breeze as the car tipped over, unconsciously trying to balance with it, their brains fooled by the big picture which surrounded them. The second thing I noticed were the two people who had just arrived and were moving around the edge of the crowd towards us, their attention almost totally taken up by the overhead scenes. But it had to be a false alarm because they weren’t two birds, it was a guy and a girl. A second look though and I knew she was going to be the target - she was irresistible. Classy, good looking, a sneer on her lips directed at all the unwashed working class she was slumming it with. To know where she came from you only had to look at her escort. Handsome, tall, broad-shouldered, slightly overgrown black hair underneath a flat cap, tweed hacking jacket, knitted cable pullover with a green and gold silk cravat at the throat, twill trousers. If there’d be a label hung off him it would have said: “Rich landowner’s son, probably heir to a title: if lost, please return to nearest hunt ball.” The girl was just as much a walking example of the top people but in a far more flamboyant style, a real surprise to come across in a tatty fair in a rural backwater. For a start she was beautiful, with a nose and mouth a painter would have needed genius to bring to life, and no painter could have caught the essence of her vivid blue eyes or the perfection of her teeth. Her hair was shiny blonde, short cut and styled in the casually ruffled kind of look which costs real money to achieve. She was wearing a shimmery black dress, low cut, with a velvet collar almost halfway to her waist, cleavage heaving up out of it in a double half crescent - the Mountains of the Moon, I remember thinking. Her throat was bare but four or five gold ornaments were clipped to the left side of the collar and her belt buckle at her slender waist was studded with pearls. A small black bag hung from her left shoulder and she swayed through the crowd with long necked grace, a head taller than most of the men in the tent. I’d have put her age at about twenty one or twenty two, and I’d have bet my balls it had been about that long since anybody had said ‘no’ to her. Like I said, he and her were a matched pair: the sort that have known from birth that life was always going to be served up to them on a silver platter. I also knew immediately what was going on in Jodie’s mind. These two were the kind of well to do snobs he hated as instinctively as a rat hates a cat. The difference with Jodi was that he was a rat always ready to bite first. But he wasn’t going to get a chance this time, not unless he could get rid of the guy, and there was no way we could knock him down and drag him away without being noticed. If Satan had arrived on the scene right then waving a power of attorney we’d all have happily signed off our souls, if only he’d have agreed to take the Hooray Henry in the hacking jacket back to Hell with him. It would have been a bad bargain, but. We didn’t any help from the Prince of Darkness, not with Jodi around. I heard him speaking to somebody though I couldn’t see who, or hear what was being said. Then the pair of rich bastards were next to us, still moving slowly, still looking up - she was leading, he was following and suddenly there was a third person in the convoy. It was Jacko, and he put up his arm and grabbed the hooray Henry’s flat cap off the guy’s head. Naturally, he turned around and looked at Jacko, completely surprised. Just as surprised as when Jacko offered the cap and then jerked it back again as the Henry made a grab at it. The surprised look became an angry one and the scion of the aristocracy stepped forward with his fist clenched. Jacko danced back, turned and started stepping quickly around the crowd to the doorway. The Henry went in hot pursuit as Jacko cut a trail which made it obvious he was going to leave the tent. One or two people in the crowd had noticed what had happened, but I guess they must have thought it was a bit of horseplay amongst friends - certainly nothing to keep looking at compared to the movie. They went back to gazing upwards again, and oohing and aahing as the roller coaster shots heaved up and down. The girl had picked up on the hat hi-jacking as well - partly so, anyway, because she’d stopped and was looking back over the crowd at the puzzling sight of her now bare headed escort heading for the tent doorway as if a fire alarm had suddenly gone off. She stood where she was for a moment, clearly baffled. Then she took a few steps back along her original path - which put her as close to us as she was going to get. Jodi stepped out into the light, put his fingers together as if pretending they were a gun and aimed them at the walking Barbie doll. Maybe it doesn’t sound much but the way he did it was like the way the way the deck handlers signal a jet launch off an aircraft carrier - ‘GO!’ We came out of the gloom like a pack of starving wolves coming out of the Siberian winter. Jodi’s gang had no room in it for wimps who dithered - when Jodi gave the signal you went in with everything you had, no pissing around. I’d been assigned to use a knife so it was open in my hand and I pressed the point of it right up again the bottom of Barbie’s spine as Will and Micky grabbed her arms. “One shout, one fucking shout, and you’re dead!” Jodi snarled, leaning forward to make sure she heard. “Get her back!” Will and Micky stepped backwards, dragging her with them, my legs carrying me with them as I kept the blade penetrating that nicely tailored dress. As soon as we were out of the light I hooked my arm around underneath Barbie’s chin, cutting off a protesting squawk deep in her throat. I could feel Will and Micky changing their hold on her arms, twisting them around until she twitched with pain. For a second we looked back at the spot where we’d just been, the place two steps away in the pale light where Barbie been standing. Three young girls in jeans and tee-shirts had been the closest to her. None of them seemed to have noticed a thing - not a bloody thing! A middle aged guy in a suit with rolls of fat overflowing his collar was still holding a toddler up in his arms and hadn’t even looked around. No bugger at all had seen a thing - it was wonderful - great timing, everything happening as the roller coaster had plunged down the deepest dip on the track. Bloody fantastic! Jodi moved closer again. His own knife flicked open in his hand and I felt Barbie jerk again as she saw the steel glitter in the dark. He lifted his hand up and touched her face with the edge: “We’re going to bend you over a table. You give us any trouble or make any noise and I’ll slash your cheeks wide open. If you don’t want me to do that, nod your head.” Her chin touched my forearm, once, twice, three times. “She’s nodding,” I told Jodi in case he couldn’t see it in the dark. “A smart girl. Move her to her left.” We knew which way she had to go but it was easier with her knowing as well. She certainly didn’t make any effort to hold back. Not many girls do when you start talking about face cutting, especially one as good looking as Barbie. Jodi took the black curtain off the table and held it up by the corners like a magician getting ready to do a trick. From where I was standing I would have sworn that everybody in the tent must have seen him. But I was in the dark looking out and the crowd were in the light. Even if they’d been looking into the darkness a black curtain was the last thing they’d have noticed. Ever been to one of those animated puppet shows with the puppeteers wearing black costumes against a black background? The puppet stand out but not the operators - same thing. It takes a while though to get used to becoming invisible. Barbie bent down across the table underneath Will and Micky’s guiding hands without any argument at all. Jodi spread the curtain across her and the table and I put my knife blade against her arse to make sure she kept getting the point about being a good girl. Not that I really needed to because Will and Micky were facing me across the table with their hands on the black material and the body pinned underneath it. Jodi bent forward and put his head close enough to hers so she could hear him through the curtain material. I knew what he was saying, he was telling we’d use French letters on her as long as she behaved. We always did anyway, we shared too many women to want to pick up a dose of VD, but it made them feel a lot happier and perform better as well. We needed sex and we took a lot of it without bothering to ask first but we never set out to hurt anybody unless we had to. Jodi once joked about his gang liking girls so much we were honorary lesbians. Anyway we certainly liked the look of this one and the way things had panned out it seemed as if I was going in with Jodi to open the batting. I did wonder - but not for very long at all - about whether Jacko was still distracting the Henry out there in the fairground. Never mind, Jacko would know we’d have something hot waiting for him when he eventually got back. Jodi knelt down and lifted up the edge of the curtain, then threw it over the top of Barbie, with Will and Micky pulling it clear. Then Jodi began to work up her skirt in little jerks, one side and then the other. I could just make out two pale blurs which were her legs, though they seemed cut off just below her knees. Then I realized she was wearing high boots: God knows why but there’s not a girl so ugly that she can’t send my blood pressure up by wearing a pair of those. As long as she’s got the legs for it, naturally, not skinny pipe cleaners. Good strong well shaped legs that the boots complement perfectly On Barbie, bent over, Jodi wriggling her skirt up over a superbly shaped arse and legs like a showgirl’s, by Christ, my heart didn’t know whether to stop or go into a frenzy. Jodi’s hands finished rucking up the skirt then carefully ran over her thighs. “Andy, she’s wearing suspenders”, he told me in a half giggle. Two things happened: my heart opted to go into the frenzy and the music from the speakers cut off at exactly the same moment as Jodi felt up between Barbie’s open thighs. Her yelp seemed to echo through the tent, even muffled as she was under the curtain. My heart went past frenzy into whatever is the next stage, the scene in the dome turned to a picture of racing car’s nose with a racetrack ahead and the sound of a fast revving engine came out of the speakers. Not one upturned face in the audience looked around to see where Barbie’s cry had come from. Overhead a guy waved a huge checkered flag to start the car race and the four of us absolutely pissed ourselves with laughter. I don’t know, maybe you had to be there to find it funny but we were creased up so much it must have been a minute or two before Jodi told me to cut the girl’s panties off. It was true what he’d said. Barbie was wearing a garter belt and suspenders to match her black underwear. Jodi let me have a minute or two to feel her before I used the knife: superb, man, superb. I was stroking a bum that a synod of bishops would have sinned for. No wonder the Henry had looked so happy, he’d surely been lined up to get the full treatment tonight. Only now he wasn’t, because his beautiful young Barbie was going to get a lot of working class rough fucking instead of a an aristocratic coupling. Well, maybe he didn’t know that but Barbie did and she was keeping her legs well open for it, although trembling like a trapped animal - which she was, of course. But when I fingered her through the silk, just as a touch of luxury, I found out she was even more ready for it than I’d expected. “She’s getting wet already!’ Jodi was mildly surprised, but when he checked with his own hand there was no denying it. “What a lovely little darling, to be sure, to be sure.” He tweaked down the panties around her stocking tops, then gave her some more finger work. We could hear Barbie gasping away underneath the curtain. Loud enough for us to hear her, but nobody else. God, it was a crazy scene though - her over the table with her bare arse hanging out and a whole crowd of people only spitting distance away! Literally - spitting distance! This couldn’t last long but Jesus, it was going to be exciting while it did. God alone knew what was going on in Barbie’s head - maybe it was the idea of getting serviced in public which was getting her so turned on. Well, if that was it, she wasn’t going to lack for help in keeping her that way. Still, I did feel a touch regretful when I cut those silk panties - there were girls I knew who would have killed for them. Never mind, most of the panties on our trophy board were either cut or torn. I was going to put them in my pocket but Jodi took them out of my hand before he knelt down behind the table to give Barbie the length of his tongue. The racing car overhead changed up a gear and so did Barbie, judging by the way she lifted her arse up to give him plenty of room to work in as soon as she realized what was happening. Then I saw the Henry again - still bareheaded, still looking as mad as hell, and walking around the crowd, obviously looking for somebody. It wasn’t hard to guess for whom the beau trolled. I turned to warn Jodi, but he’d already seen the guy. No matter what he was doing, Jodi always had his eyes open. He stood up, grinning. “Will, Micky, kneel down underneath the curtain. While you’re there you can give her ears a nibble and tell her how many time’s she’s going to get fucked. Andy, why don’t you take over here while I put a Frenchie on. Keep your face down behind her skirt - that’s the only thing that can give us away.” It took me a second to understand what he talking about. He meant the way our faces might show up in the shadows - or a bare rump. But Barbie’s backside was pointing away from the light, Will and Micky had already disappeared underneath the curtain and Jodi had turned to face the wall. As for me, well I ducked down behind Barbie and her rucked up skirt. By rights I should have kept right out of sight but there was no way I could resist the temptation of pulling the material down so I could keep looking at the Henry as I licked his girlfriend’s clit. The rich idiot was standing there, just about where we’d grabbed her, looking around - still without his cap - looking for his missing girl, and she was five yards away, getting her ears and twat licked out. Hell, couldn’t he hear her? Couldn’t anybody? Couldn’t everybody? She was snorting away like a little steam engine as I tongued her and the other guys nibbled her ears and whispered into them about how many cocks were lined up to shag her. Of course the truth was that the engine noise coming from the speakers drowned out every cry Barbie was making. Her boyfriend couldn’t hear us, he couldn’t see us, and as he stood there looking totally lost I started laughing so much I had to bury my mouth in between Barbie’s beautifully smooth buttocks to stifle the sounds. She must have thought it was an odd kind of sexual perversion. Then Jodi tapped me on the shoulder to get out of the way. He’d cut the gusset of Barbi’s panties and tied them around his mouth and nose like a bandanna. If the intention was to make his face less visible it was a great idea with great side effects - we’d got cine-a-rama, sound-a-rama and now smell-a-rama. Jodi’s thick stiff prick and balls were hanging outside his jeans as he stepped up behind Barbie and drove his length into her for the full three dimensional experience. I guess Jodi was producing special effects at the movies long before anybody had ever heard of Spielberg or Lucas. Like I say, he always was a master of timing. At the very instant he took her there was a squeal of brakes from the speaker as the racing car slowed for a corner. But if you’d listened real carefully you’d have noticed that one of those squeals was even shriller than a couple of tons of decelerating machinery would have produced. The tent was full of people getting their thrills but two of them were really racing. The hardest part was waiting in the pits for my turn to take over the driving. Like Jodi, I’d stood with my back to the audience as I rolled on a Frenchie. I don’t know about him but my hands were trembling. Just thinking about how Barbie had looked when she strolled in and the position she was in now had me just about foaming at the mouth. Jodi was ramming his cock into her like a human pile driver - Will and Micky must have been holding onto the table to stop it from bunny hopping across the grass. And yet nobody was noticing a bloody thing - the hooray Henry had moved on a few steps, walking right past us as he kept looking into the audience for a sight of Barbie. And Jodi was fucking her arrogant little arse off and watching him at the same time! I had to put the sleeve of my windbreaker up to my mouth and bite on it so as not to bray with laughter. I didn’t care about the people nearby now, nor about anything else - except maybe for that bloody flimsy table collapsing before Jodi finished and I could get started. And then he suddenly sprawled on top of her and there was another shriek when the car was speeding up and not braking - but nobody noticed. We could have been screwing the Dagenham Girl Pipers and none of those idiots in the tent would have noticed, not unless the girls had started playing their bagpipes. Jodi got up, unpeeled the condom, tied the end and stowed it away neatly in the top of one of Barbie’s stockings, the first of a collection which would help her keep count of her lovers. Then he gave me the panties and I pulled them over my face, turned around, put my cock up against Barbie’s quivering lips and pushed it into a nest of slippery muscles that had me groaning in pleasure. God, I’d never known a cunt as eager to drag me into it and I went with everything I had as our little darling rammed her bottom back against me as eagerly as I was going for her. A crowd of girls had stopped opposite us, gazing up at the screen. One of them was short and plump, a freckled face, red hair tied up with a white ribbon, strong little legs nicely shown off with a mini-skirt and half calf boots with white stockings rolled over the top of them. I was perving at the legs with my tongue hanging out as I pumped into Barbie. Every quiver and cry from her was a golden moment in one of the great screws of my life. Oh Christ, who could believe this! I guess I’d have to admit that I came far sooner than I wanted to - still, I managed to hold out until the last lap of the car race. It must have been a final good sprint anyway because Barbie went into crazy celebratory convulsions without even seeing the winning flag as we shot past it. And just then the Henry wandered by again, still looking for his lost love! If only he’d stepped back and looked around he’d have had the shock of his privileged life. But he all his attention was on the audience, none of it for what was behind him. What he really wanted was what the upper classes always want when things go wrong - somebody they can kick around to get rid of their bad temper. But this lad just wasn’t getting any satisfaction at all. Which was a real pity because there was plenty of it where I was coming from. I lay on top of Barbie and laughed again and again, my face pressed down between her shoulder blades until Jodi ordered me to get the fuck off her. I didn’t care what he said, as far as I was concerned he was a genius and I’d have willingly fought to the death anybody who disagreed. So I left another filled up French letter in Barbie’s stockings as a memento before we changed places with the other two guys. When they came out from underneath the curtain Micky and Will were laughing like drains as well. It seemed that our nicely dressed little rich girl was nearly fucked out her brain by now. Will told us her name was Pauline and she seemed totally off her face at being held down and gang banged in a fairground tent full of people. Jodi gave them the panties and said that whoever was doing the fucking had to wear it - both of the guys started laughing again at that, but it was an order they had no problems with at all. And, Christ Almighty, even as Jodi was talking our Pauline began wailing softly and moving her backside around. She was obviously impatient for the next shift to clock on. Jodi laughed and slapped her rump to let her know she wasn’t being forgotten. The film overhead had begun showing the same scenery as it had been when we first came in, the New York skyscrapers. It was fast becoming my favorite city: if we could make it here we could make it anywhere. When I got underneath the curtain I found my partner panting as if she’d just run a mile - ex-partner I suppose, by that stage. Things were changing pretty quickly all the time, especially for her - Pauline was it? I’d preferred Barbie. Anyway, just to show there were plenty of hard feelings left, I stuck my tongue up against the side of her head and slopped it around until I found her earring. “You bastards! Are you the ones that fucked me?” Even in her present state she had the kind of upper class accent you could cut glass with - Waterford glass, of course, not the Woolworth’s kind. Jodi chuckled: “I’m the boss, I always get the first go. Hope you enjoyed it!” “The second one was much better.” I laughed at her defiance, and so did Jodi: “Never mind, perhaps I’ll do better the next time,” he said. Pauline didn’t answer, she just sort of blew out a long stream of breath as if it were cigarette smoke and started mumbling to herself: “Yes . . . bastards, filthy fucking bastards . . .Oh, yes . God, in a fairground tent . . .” It was clear she’d just been boarded again. “How’s this fucking suit you?” I asked. “We try our best to satisfy.” “I can’t believe this,” she groaned. “Bent over a table in a tent with a cock inside me. In a tent full of people!” The last word came out on a rising tone as the guy shagging our Pauline really got into his stride. The table began squeaking under the thrusts like a windmill in a rising gale. It didn’t move though. I guess the legs had gotten well sunk into the earth by then. “Ah - ah . . . where’s Eddie?” That gave me a jolt, until I realized she wasn’t talking about me but her missing boy friend. “He went looking for his hat. Then he came back,” Jodi explained. “I guess by now he’s decided you’re not here and pissed off. Next time you see him tell him you left the tent looking for him and couldn’t find him in the crowd.” “How . . .oh fuck . . . how many people are looking?” “I don’t know that anybody is, they all seem too interested in the films. Course, I don’t know that somebody isn’t looking either. Nobody seems interested in stopping it anyway, so I guess you’ll just have to stay right where you are until we’ve finished screwing your lovely tight cunt.” Pauline began sobbing, though whether in pain or in anticipated pleasure was more than I could say. “You . . . bastards . . .yes!” The table’s woodwork creaked like a clipper ship going around Cape Horn, the girl began screaming and Jodi put his hand over her mouth to stifle the noise: “Christ, I hope she calms down a bit by the time she gets to suck our cocks.” That notion seemed to get an extra loud squeak from Pauline - I’d like to think it was also because I’d just my tongue in her ear again, but I honestly don’t think that had a lot to do with it. I guess we were both icing on the cake compared to the climax either Micky or Will was giving her. Even with Jodi’s fingers over her mouth she still sounded like a whale sounding. I do enjoy a noisy girl showing her appreciation for the attentions she’s getting: still, it was a good thing those speakers were on a high volume setting. As soon as she’d calmed down enough to start catching up with her breath again Jodi lifted up the edge of the curtain. He’d taken his hand away from Pauline’s mouth so that in the dim light I could see the paleness of her face, the glimmers of her round eyes as they stared at the legs of the people no more than three or four paces away. “I can’t believe this - I simply can’t believe it. Shouldn’t I be screaming for help or something?” “It wouldn’t be a good idea,” Jodi said. “In the first place nobody would hear you, and in the second place we’d hurt you. Anyway, you might end up with a lot more cocks queuing up to fuck you.” “You shits - there’s another used johnny being pushed in my stockings. How many of you are there?” “Five.” “Five! Five oiks and I can’t do a damned thing about it! Oh God, and here comes another one - oooh - yes, yes!” I licked her ear again and sniggered into it: “Some days, Pauline, darling, you just can’t get a minute to yourself, can you? She was too far gone to bother answering me, moaning and groaning and shaking her head as the other guy behind the table had his turn. “Hey, Jodi,” I said, “Remember that part of the film about the Grand Canyon? I bet her twat is starting to look like the Grand Canyon by now.” Jodi laughed and Pauline squealed as the job of getting some more mileage on her reproductive organs went on with all the devotion to duty our gang always gave to our community work. As Jodi always said, if a woman was worth fucking she was worth well and truly fucking. Then somebody tapped me on the head and I duck crawled out from underneath the curtain and stood up. Honest to God, the tent was getting more crowded all the time. There were some kids so close I could almost reach out and touch them, brothers and sisters probably, all licking on toffee apples and staring wide eyed up at the top of the dome. We were all back on top of the roller coaster, getting our thrills from the ups and downs. Well, everybody except Jodi Malenger’s excursion party - we were finding the ins and outs to be more exciting. The only one who’d missed out was Jacko, and it looked as if he’d come back. There was somebody standing next to our side of the table, somebody who spoke in a hoarse whisper. “Andy, that you?” “No mate, it’s Santa Claus. Is that boyfriend still in here?” “Naw. I’ve been hanging around outside until I saw him leave. How’s the girl? You left anything for me?” I looked around. The black mass that was grunting away behind the table seemed too big to be Mark - must be Will. It looked as if he was one the vinegar strokes and both of us could hear screeches like an angry barn owl coming from underneath the black material. “Left anything for you? We’ve spent all this time bringing it up to the boil for you for you. Listen.” Not only could Jacko and myself hear Pauline having yet another of her noisy comeuppances, a couple of the kids looked around as well, Puzzlement was on their faces but they soon lost interest as her voice went down into a string of satisfied gasps. They started eating their toffee apples again and looked back up at the movie. “What’s she like as a fuck?” Jacko asked. “Four and a half stars, mate. Just give her quim a bit of a wipe out with that black out material and get into it while you’ve got the chance. By the way, what did you do with that hat?” “Still got it in my pocket - a memento, like.” Jodi came out from underneath the curtain as Jacko was starting to have carnal knowledge of Pauline without bothering to introduce himself first. I guess you’d have to say we were never going to make the grade as gentlemen. “Andy, when Jacko’s had his turn, cut a slit open in the canvas and we’ll piss off, and take the bitch with us.” “OK, where to?” “There’s a mobile pie shop a couple of tents. I’m feeling a bit peckish. Well have something to eat and some hot coffee while Pauline gives us a round of blow jobs behind the pie cart.” “That’s a terrible idea,” I said. “Making her get down on her knees in all that damp grass. We’d never forgive ourselves if she got housemaid’s knee.” Jodi chuckled: “Don’t worry, she’s far more likely to get a bad case of wanker’s wrist.” ne yo sexy love, sexslave, free erotic sex stories, sex tammy video, fat and sexy Sister in Law IIPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkTags: true story finally gets sister in law I caught one bad review of my original story and it was probably deserved. The story is true but I changed and shortened it in case the sister in law in question read the story. As I thought about it the chances of that are nil to none so I am including more details to making it as close to real as I can remember : My wife of many years, Karen had decided that sex was no longer something that she wanted to do. I wasn’t ready to give up on it yet and every girl I saw started to look better and better to me. I contemplated having an affair but I lived in a small town and I was afraid that I would be caught. Karen didn’t want to have sex but she also made it clear that she didn’t expect me to stray. All of this made no sense to me and I just got hornier and hornier. more stories on Adult Blog Directory Her sister Leanne lived one town over and she spent a lot of time at our house as she worked and we watched her daughter. Leanne had blonde hair, a great ass, beautiful large breasts and was quite a flirt. I knew that her husband was not sexually oriented and she was often frustrated. I thought that I had to come up with a plan to get in her pants. Since the summer was arriving and I was in shape (with no sex I had plenty of time to work out), I decided to wear less and less when she came over our house. As the wife was frequently not home this part of the plan was easy. One day I knew she was coming over to pick up some clothes I left my boxers on and told her to cover her eyes as I was not totally dressed. She giggled and peaked through her fingers as I made a pretext of being embarrassed and ran upstairs. When I came down later Leanne said that she was really embarrassed and I told her not to worry as she didn’t see anything she wouldn’t see in a bathing suit. She laughed and said you are probably right but if you want I can knock from now on. I told her this wasn’t necessary and the dog goes crazy at the knock on the door. She said OK and I said to myself that step 1 was completed. The next week couldn’t come soon enough. I put on some loose small shorts had a silky feel to them, pulled out the lining so there wasn’t anything restraing my cock and made sure that I had a semi-hardon. Leanne walked into the house, talking as she rounded the corner. Her conversation stopped when she saw how I was dressed and I could see her wondering wether I was wearing boxers or shorts. She slowly gathered her thoughts but I could see that her eyes kept sneaking down to look at my package (bingo-part 2 of my plan was a success). She was having a hard time keeping track of our small time conversation about this and that. I laughed and I think she knew I was enjoying her discomfort. Even though this process was taking time I was enjoying this and I felt I wasn’t putting my marriage in jeopardy by the harmless teasing that had taken place so far. The next week she came over I stayed wet from a shower and put the smallest towel I could find around my waist. Once again I stroked myself to make sure I had a semi and acted suprpised when she walked into the kitchen. As her eyes kept straying down to my semi she stammered, “I’m sorry I surprised you “. I told her that she didn’t have to worry and as long as she didn’t mind it I was not embarrased and I wouldn’t care if she caught me walking around bareass. She laughed and said I definitely would be able to handle that (bingo-step 3 accomplished). That statement gave me the courage to go farther next wek. The following week when she came in I was in the living room drying my hair from the shower without a stitch on. Her face went red but her eyes remained glued to my cock. She struggled to say, “wow, you weren’t kidding about being bareass. You have a great cock!”. I told her that I was totally comfortable and in fact she was boosting my ego by complementing my cock. I also told her that my ego needed boosting as her sister had cut me off months ago. She told me she didn’t know that but she could sympathize as her husband had been neglecting her. I saw an opening for step 4 and I said, “you could make my day by flashing me from time to time”. She giggled and said well I guess I owe you that and pulled her top up revealing those beautiful tits that I had fantasized about. It was my turn to say, “Wow I knew they were great but I didn’t know how great”. She laughed and said “thank you but I think I had better leave”. I said, “I hope you don’t mind if I’m nude the next time you come over as I love to have you watch me. Leanne saying, “No problem”,made me believe that step 5 would be happening next week. It seemed forever for Thursday (her regular visiting day) to come . I popped two viagras and my cock could hammer nails. I was nervous as hell but determind to go on. When I saw her car pull into the driveway I was shaking in anticipation. I heard her enter the kitchen and I said pass at your own risk, I’m naked again”. I figured that this would give her a chance to run if she wasn’t into the game. She laughed and said “wow my lucky day”. She rounded the corner and once again her eyes were like magnets to my dick. My dick was pointed up at my stomach and was pulsing with anticipation.Leanne said, ” I can see you are happy to see me” as she continued to talk to my cock not to me. I said we should be alone for four hours as my wife had commuted to the western part of the state. I asked her “could you get completely nude for me? I won’t press you to do anything I just want to stare and appreciate your beauty”. Leanne said, I don’t know if I am as comfortable walking around without clothes as you are. I think I am too fat. I told her that women always think they are fat when men think they are perfect. I told her that she was the most beautiful woman I knew and I have wanted to see her naked ever since I have known her. She said maybe I can let you see my top as you have seen me braless numerous times and must have seen them by now. I admitted that I had peeked whenever I could without being obvious and I told her that she had great nipples. Once again she blushed and slowly peeled off her top. I was in awe. This was the women I had been fantasizing about for years those beautiful boobs were right there in front of me. I asked her if she would dance with me like that. She said, “I quess that’s safe enough , put on something slow”. I put on Knights in White Satin and we started a nice slow dance. I kept whispering in her ear how I thought she was the sexiest woman in the world and she was relaxing and putting her head on my shoulder. I slowly started tugging on her shorts and she said I don’t know if we can get close to dance as your cock looks like it will keep us apart”. I laughed and said I will take care of that and I pushed my cock downward after pushing her shorts and panties to the floor. I kept my arms around her and we slowly rocked to the music. Of course mother nature pushed my cock up to touch the bottom of her shaved pussy lips as we danced and Leanne let this occur and smiled as we continued to sway slowly back and forth. It became apparent after awhile that she was maneuvering back and forth on purpose, allowing my dick to rub back and forth on her pussy lips. Each time that occurred she would let out a little moan and more precum from me and wetness from her was making us slippery at the point of contact. I asked her if we could dance joined together instead of slipping back and forth and she softly said “yes, but don’t put it in all the way as that would be cheating”. I let my cock touch her pussy lips and we continued to rock back and forth to the music. She was shorter that me and we were struggling to remain like this and she said “I can dance on your lap if you sit on the couch”. We moved to the couch she said we probably shouldn’t be fucking but I will let your cock stay just on the outside of my pussy. I was in no position to disagree and she rocked back for what seemed like forever. My cock felt like it was ready to explode and I was struggling to think of anything but how great it was feeling. Leanne said that she would sit on me once just to see how it felt but she wouldn’t stay there. She slowly sat on the entire length of my shaft and then grinned and told me it was better that she thought it would be. She slowly went back up so that the tip of my cock was just barely in and then she slowly rocked from side to side, moaning and telling me how great it was. Leanne then said , “alright we can fuck for a couple of minutes”, but told me it wouldn’t be cheating if neither one of us came. She took the entire length back all the way in her silky entrance and held me there for a minute before she started rocking her hips back and forth. Once again it took all of my concentration not to come right there but suddenly I felt her pussy contracting and I said, “you aren’t cumming are you?” Leanne said “fuck yes, fuck me now, fuck my pussy hard!”. I started jack hammering her pussy for all my worth and I could feel my semen starting to come from my toes. I came harder that I ever came before and we both collapsed, sweating and laughing. I told her how much I had needed that and told her that I had fantasized about that for years. She told me that she had too and asked me what had taken me so long. I told her that I had been seducing her by steps and she laughed and said you could have skipped steps 1-4. I told her that was alright but I now wanted to move to steps 6 through infinity. I wanted her whenever we could get together. These steps have gone on for years and have been the best years of my life. video de sexo gratis, sex and orgies, the sex lady, foto gratis sexo, i think your tractors sexy On The TrainPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkJan Ormand made her way through the crush of rush hour pedestrians and literally fought her way to the stairway that led to the subway beneath down town Chicago’s State Street. “Good grief I pray my car’s ready for tomorrow,” she muttered under her breath while slipping a buck and a half to the toll taker who sat in an air conditioned booth They hadn’t gone more than a few blocks when the aroma of stale beer filled her nostrils, almost causing her gag reflex to make her hurl! She opened her eyes only to find that young man of about twenty two or so was pressing up against her with their faces literally only inches apart. The smell of beer and sweat was so overpowering that Jan thought she would pass out for sure. As she turned her head to avoid the foul smelling young man, the car lurched, the lights went out, and the train stopped. Again groans filled the air as distressed passengers vented their frustrations in the darkened car. Knowing that it was useless to complain, Jan just stood there waiting for the lights to come back on and the train to start moving again, but then much to her shock and dismay she felt a hand tugging up the front of her dress! She was so shocked, that for a few moments she just stood there like a statue unable to move! “You have a fat ass,” a voice whispered into her ear, “and I just love fat asses.” “Who said that?” she asked hoarsely. “I did,” came the calm response. It was then Jan realized that the dirty young man pressed up against her was now pawing at her panty clad pussy with a very powerful hand! “Stop that this instant!” she hissed. “Or what?” he asked softly while sliding his finger inside of her panties. “What are you gonna do?!?” Should she scream!?!” Her mind was spinning like a toy top as she quickly ran through her options. If she screamed out he would just remove his hand and slip away leaving her looking like an absolute fool. She could try to fight him off, but he was incredibly strong, and she knew that it would be a lost cause. She was just trying to figure out option number three when that roving finger slipped easily into her by now very wet pussy and quickly cornered her very erect clitoris! She gasped loudly as he flicked over its distended little head causing her knees to buckle slightly as the fire in her pussy was stoked to white hot! “So ya like that do ya?” he asked insolently. “You’re just like every other cunt on this planet,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “Just lay a finger on the old clit and it’s all over, baby!” She wanted desperately to jerk his hand away and then smack him across the face, but as her pussy was roiled into and absolute frenzy, she wantonly shoved her by now gaping pussy hard into the young man’s hand. “Hey,” he commented a matter of factly, “you sure do have a big hair pie down there.” “Don’t ya ever shave it?!” “Why I never!” she moaned softly. He chuckled again at her obvious discomfort, but actions speak louder than words! And as of this moment all this hot pussied bitch wanted was nice hard cum!!! For the next several minutes the insolent young man with the foul smelling breath diddled poor Jan’s clit to the very brink of climax. But then just before she reached her cum he backed off just enough to pull her back from the edge. “Y-you bastard!” she hissed through clenched teeth. “P-please, let me cum!” “Oh, so now you want my help,” he replied casually while teasing her to the point of distraction. “Okay, what do you want?” she gasped softly. “I have a question for you,” he asked calmly. “What?!?” she nearly shrieked. “For god sakes what do you want!?!” “Keep your tits in your bra,” he admonished. “Now where was I?” he opined softly. “Oh yeah, I remember now, I wanted to ask you a question.” By now she was even shoving her heavy breasts into his chest while a little line of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth and down onto her chin. His finger tip danced around the head of her clit, occasionally nudging it just enough to send spasms of pleasure rocketing through her sopping wet organ. Her head drooped forward until it was resting on his shoulder as she began to slip into a state of sexual overload. “Now, what was it I wanted to ask you?” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve got it!” he said triumphantly. “I just wanted to know if you’ve ever been fucked by a total stranger in the middle of a crowded subway car!?!” The import of what he was asking was not lost on her, but she was powerless to answer let alone offer any kind of meaningful resistance to his advances. She moaned as she felt him tear away the front of her panties with one hand while at the same time guiding his very thick erection to the entrance to her fat hairy vagina! He scrunched down just enough to allow his pecker a better angle for attack, and then while she draped herself all over him, he shoved his hips upward, driving his fat organ balls deep into her needy cunt! She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud as the first of several massive orgasms erupted deep inside of her convulsing pussy. She was just getting used to having his rod stuck up her hot cunt when all at once the car lurched forward and the lights popped back on! She managed to straighten up her head, but with the crush of passengers all around them, the vile young man was able to leave his cock in her pussy with no one being the wiser! As the train wended its way towards the north side, the gentle back and forth motion induced an untold number of climaxes in Jan’s pussy which finally culminated when the young man’s prick stiffened before sending a torrent of hot jism rocketing into her by completely satiated pussy! He smiled a wicked smile, winked his eye, and then just as casually as you please let his rapidly receding member slide from her well fucked pussy and back inside of his dirty blue jeans. She felt unbelievably naked under her dress as her torn panties hung loosely around her waist while her bulging labia oozed the hot spunk that only moments before had been ejaculated from the eye of the young man’s red hot pecker. She took a deep breath as they rolled into the station while wondering if anyone suspected that she had just experienced the fucking of her life! As she made her way down the stairs to the street below, a small smile passed over her face, the smile of a well fucked and satisfied female!
hotsex, woman sex toy, sex toy vibrator, sex with young teens, sex with real doll 2 teen girls explore each otherPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Two adorable teen girls exploring each others bodies. At 18 years old these two girls, Christy and Jana do not have a lot of experience pleasing themselves let alone each other but they give it a very good try and with a lot of success. If you don't get rock hard for these two girls I think your cock might be dead. Read More Click Here!sexy thongs, mansex, bestsex, sex friends, african sex Toolbox Fuckers - Fuckin CameronPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Cameron definitely loves the sex machines. Right now, she can’t get enough of this sybian sex machine. She climbs on to it at least once or twice a day, orgasming at least once every time. It’s been like this since her sugar daddy bought it for her as a present a few weeks ago. Cameron looks so sweet and innocent, more like the girl next door than anything else, but this teen loves her sex toys. It started with a vibrator she got as a "gag" gift when she turned eighteen and it hasn’t stop since. She’s been on the receiving end of a fucking machine, had her pussy attacked with a drilldo and lots more. Check out Cameron’s set at Toolbox Fuckers today. Watch as this horny teen rides her favorite sybian for an orgasm. And Cameron is just one of the naughty teens and amateur babes you can enjoy at Toolbox Fuckers. IF you love watching these horny sluts getting fucked by man made machines, you’ll love Toolbox Fuckers. pornosex, sexy swimsuit, sexmelayu, redhead sexy, anal free movie sex The SisterPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link“What a crummy way to spend a nice spring day,” Linda thought to herself while staring out the window from her sixth period math class. Her mind was quickly snapped back to attention, however, when the sharp voice of Sister Mary Marie cracked, “Are you ready to join us now Miss Burton!?!” “Uhh, no, I mean yes,” Linda stammered, “I was just thinking, that’s allŅ.” “Well think about this,” the nun replied harshly, “if you don’t get with the program you’re going to be taking Algebra II all over again, do I make myself clear???” “Yes ma’am,” Linda answered quickly! She was getting ready for yet another verbal assault from the old biddy when thankfully the bell sounded ending the period. “Ņ.problems 1-25 on page 77,” Sister Mary Marie called out to her exiting group of students while at the same time taking Linda by the arm while indicating for her to remain behind. “Shit,” Linda said to herself, “how long’s this gonna take?” “My mother,” Linda asked nervously, “w-why do we hafta talk to her?” The old nun stood with her arms crossed and an impassive look on her face while replying, “Because it seems that’s the only way to get your attention!” A feeling of desperation swept through her, and in a last ditch effort to keep her mom from becoming involved Linda blurted out helplessly, “Please, Sister Mary, I’ll do anything you asked, just don’t call my mother!” The Sister stood silently for a few moments while giving the whole matter a bit more consideration before asking, “Anything, you’ll do anything that I ask?” Sensing a ray of hope in the nun’s tone Linda literally blithered, “Oh, yes, anything, just name it!!!” The fiftyish women eyed the young woman for a moment while reaching out to gently rub her bare arm. “You’re a very pretty young woman,” the nun offered quietly while continuing her caressing, “and I’ve always had a weakness for pretty young women.” Linda was in a state of near shock at the sudden turn of the conversation since she had hardly expected a woman of the cloth to talk in such a trashy manner! “Now, as for the “anything” you were talking about,” the old nun said evenly, “I think that I have just the chore for you!!!” “W-what are you doing?” Linda asked weakly while being led around the back of the nun’s large desk where she was pushed back down into the swivel chair. “I’m just making you more comfortable,” the old woman replied a matter of factly, “while I do this!” The “this” as she called it caused Linda’s eyes to widen like saucers, because as the young woman looked on with her mouth hanging open, Sister Mary Marie sat down on the edge of the desk and proceeded to pull the hem of her habit above her waist, exposing the hairiest pussy she had ever seen in her short life!!!” It was almost like witnessing an accident-everything was in slow motion but you were powerless to do anything about it! That was exactly how Linda felt when the old nun reached out and pulled her mouth directly to her gray haired cunt! “Mmmmmmm, you young things know just how to make a pussy purr,” Sister Mary Marie sighed while holding Linda’s mouth tightly to her mons. The eighteen year old senior tried desperately to catch her breath, but all she managed to inhale was the semi acrid aroma of the older woman’s drooling organ. Her nose was thrust directly against Sucking the old crone had been bad enough, but picturing in her mind the old biddy between her own legs made Linda nearly blanch. “Uh, that’s okay,” she replied quickly, With Linda still gasping for breath, Sister Mary Marie stood up and after lifting her habit out of the way, pressed her hairy cunt against Linda’s and began humping her for all she was worth! Both women were soon moaning together as their clits snapped back and forth over each other until in unison their bodies stiffened and simultaneous orgasms over took them both!!! “M-my god that was unreal,” Linda whispered into the nun’s ear, “just unreal!!!” “Mmmmmmm, yes it was,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “it was the best ever!!!” Both of them were quiet for a moment as they collected their thoughts, but finally the sister said softly, “Now, about calling your motherŅŅ..”
videosex, sexsites, homosexual, homosexual's, anal black sex Potty PantiesPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link“Please hurry,” Winnie begged, “I can’t hold it much longer!!!” Janet gunned the big Ford as she peeled around the corner on her way to Winnie’s apartment building and laughingly said, “Don’t you dare go in my car I just had the seats cleaned!!!” “Oh, shut up, Jan” Winnie moaned, “and hurry!!!” “Do you want me to stop right here,” Janet asked sweetly, “you can go behind those bushes over by that house!?!” “Very funny, smarty pants,” Winnie retorted, “I think I can hold it another minute!!!” They sped through the residential streets in silence until Janet said, “Almost there, get ready to jump out!!!” As big car screeched to a halt in front of Winnie’s building, she fairly leaped from the still moving vehicle and raced up the front steps towards the front door!!! Over her shoulder she could here Janet yell, “I’ll call you tomorrow, Win, good luck!!!” Even though the elevator was standing open and ready on the ground floor, Winnie elected to take the fire stairs as she only lived on the third floor!!! Half way between one and two she couldn’t hold for another second, and as she stumbled over her own feet and fell on her face, her bulging bladder gave loose and her panties were filled with a stream of deliciously warm piss that spread from the front of her crotch all the way to her bottom!!! This was not the first time that Winnie had had an accident, but even in the car she could tell that this time she felt different, almost sexually aroused, and much to her surprise and consternation, as the hot piss flooded from her, her pussy involuntarily convulsed and she had a very hard and satisfying climax that left her shaken and stunned on the stairway floor!!! She had known that this was coming for a long time, but kept it repressed in her mind, not wanting to admit even to herself that she had these “unnatural” feelings, so now that is was out in the open she decided that it was time to not only live with her condition, but relish it!!! The following evening after work, Winnie was casually eyeing the protective devices that senior citizens usually used in cases of incontinence, but most of the items were rather bulky in size and shape and could never be worn comfortably under her regular clothing!!! As she picked up a diaper like pair of rubberized pants she was shocked back to her senses when a soft feminine voice asked, “I don’t thick those would work in your case, would you care to see something a little more discrete!?!” “Uh, well ah,” Winnie stammered, “I don’t know exactly what I want, you see…………….” “Taking Winnie by the arm, the sales lady whispered, “Don’t say another word and follow me, dear, I think I have exactly what you need in the last aisle!!!” A dumbfounded Winnie allowed herself to be steered to the rear of the store where the saleslady reached into and open case and pulled out a pair of very sleek looking latex under pants!!! “I think this would be more to your liking,” she said while handing the item to Winnie, “what panty size do you wear, dear, let me guess, a size five maybe!?!” Before Winnie cold reply the woman added huskily, “Here, let me feel your bottom so I can get a better idea of your size!!!” A stunned Winnie stood there with her mouth agape as the middle aged woman took her hand and firmly cupped her bottom, while letting it roam all around testing its fullness!!! “I was wrong,” she said softly, “you look like a size five, but you have a very plump bottom, so I’d guess that you’re closer to a size seven, am I right!?!” “Uh, yes,” a red faced Winnie said softly, “I’m a size seven!!!” Taking the package from her hand, the woman exchanged it for another one, while again taking Winnie by the arm, and leading her into the a dressing room in the back corner of the store!!! It was a tight fit for two adult women, and Winnie could feel a definite undercurrent of sensuality in the small cubicle!!! The perfume the saleslady wore was incredibly intoxicating, so when the she again caressed Winnie’s bottom, she offered no resistance what so ever!!! “So,” the saleslady asked, “how long have you been going potty in your panties!?!” Now a growing extremely red faced, Winnie stammered, “H-how do you know that I do!?!” “Oh please, child,” the woman retorted, “I’ve seen it more than a hundred times, if you were shopping for an older person you would have gone directly and picked out exactly what you needed, so stop the bullshit and answer me!!!” “Well,” Winnie replied, “I’ve always had a weak bladder, but it’s just been the past year that I’ve, well, you know, had these feelings……..” The woman looked at her for a second and then finished her sentence, “…….that when you potty in your panties you become very sexually aroused, isn’t that right, dear!?!” “Yes,” Winnie replied barely above a whisper, “that’s right!!!” As she unwrapped the rubber panties, the woman asked a matter of factly, “Do you have a full bladder right now, dear!?!” “Uh, yes,” came the quick reply, “and I’d better find a rest room pretty quickly or I’m going to have and accident!!!” Ignoring her plea, the woman went on, “Tell me now, is your vagina aroused right now!?!” Just hearing the woman ask such an intimate question made her shiver, and Winnie replied huskily, “Yes, very much so!!!” “Mmmmmm,” the woman hummed, “that’s very nice, lift up your skirt and slip down your panties, I just love seeing young women with flushed vaginas!!!” Jesus it was getting warm, and almost like she was on automatic pilot, Winnie lifted her skirt and slid her frilly panties down to her thighs and let the saleslady ogle her freshly shaved vulva!!! “My god,” she gushed, “you have an incredible vagina, just look at how beautiful your lips are, I just have to give it a kiss, you don’t mind do you!?!” She must have been out of her mind, but Winnie was so turned on, she only nodded her head yes, and seconds later she felt a warm mouth kissing and licking the outer folds of her bulging cunt!!! After a minute or two of licking and kissing, the woman stood up and asked in a halting voice, “I-I’ll bet when you have sex you always get orally satisfied don’t you, you seem to have an unbelievably demanding pussy!?!” Winnie just nodded as sweat began to drip down her face, she was so turned on it would only take a little push to prompt her climax, and to top it all off, she was just about ready to potty all over the dressing room floor!!! “Okay, dear,” the lady ordered, “back up with your undies and let’s put these latex panties on over the top of them!!!” Winnie thought that they would be stiff and crinkly on her skin, but she was pleasantly surprised to find out that they were soft and supple and not uncomfortable at all!!! “How do they feel, child,” the saleslady asked softly, “they look absolutely fabulous on you!!!” “Thank you,” Winnie replied quietly, “and they feel just fine!!!” The two of them stared at each other for a moment, before the woman leaned forward and softly kissed Winnie gently on the lips and said softly, “Now, I’m going to lift up my skirt and show you my panties!!!” When her crotch came into view, Winnie made an audible gasp and whispered loudly, “My god, you’re wearing them too, does that mean that you like to, you know…………….” “Potty in my panties, too,” she asked, “of course it does dear, and right now I have to go really bad!!!” Winnie was now gritting her teeth as she tried desperately to control her rapidly filling bladder, and her head began to swim as the sexual aura of the situation over took her!!! “Dear,” the lady asked softly, “have you ever felt another person relieving herself!?!” “Oh no,” Winnie gasped as she pictured in her mind what the lady had just asked her!!! Taking Winnie’s right hand, the woman gently placed it on her latex covered vagina, while at the same time doing the same to her with her hand!!! “Now dear,” she said sweetly, “I think both of us would just adore going potty, but let’s try and hold it another minute or two, okay, it will be much nicer if we do!?!” “O-okay,” Winnie croaked, “I-I’ll try, but I’m about ready to go!!!” The woman smile gently and said, “I just loved your panties, so frilly and feminine, it is always much nicer to fill your pants when you’re wearing pretty panties, don’t you agree!?!” That did it, she couldn’t hold back for another second, and as her muscles gave loose, hot piss gushed from her vagina and into her panties, which of course was accompanied by an orgasm that almost made her pass out!!! At almost the identical second, the middle aged saleslady’s bladder let loose with a piss gusher of it’s own, also coupled with the requisite orgasm that left her rubbery legged and leaning against the dressing room wall for support!!! “H-holy smokes,” Winnie sighed, “that was incredible, and feeling your pussy when you filled your panties was too much, oh thank you so much!!! “Mmmmmm, you have a very nice vagina,” the woman said softly, can you come back later on this week!?!” “Are you kidding,” Winnie replied, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!!!
blonde sex, old women sex, tit sex, black on white sex, you sexy thing you Slender teen eating cumPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
When Alina invited her boyfriend over it was to be the very first time this cute barely legal teen wanted to try sucking cock. But her boyfriend got her so horny after licking her pussy that she felt she just had to fuck him right now. After putting on a condom so she wouldn't get knocked up, this teen couple turns up the heat with plenty of cock sucking, pussy stretching and cum eating action! Read More Click Here!free sex game, sexogay, sex teen video, downloads sex movies, sex madona My first girlPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkShe stepped into the beach-bar and looked around. When she saw a free table she told hostess she wants it. The table was right next to mine and she started walking towards me. The skirt on her hips was playfully moving from side to side as she walked. She looked amazing with her deep cleavage and wet jet black hair coming down from her shoulders. Her hair was beautiful. So long… down to her waist. It waved like the darkest night. She was wearing huge designer sunglasses and her elegant arms were covered in huge rainbow colored bracelets. She sat down and took off her sunglasses. I saw her perfect face. Her long eye lashes and sensual lips looked like from some make-up commercial. That day her face was one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen in my life. Her open waist was so thin she looked like a model. Her killer belly-piercing with a blue stone inside was shining on the sun. It was hurting my eyes but I kept on looking at her.
When I stopped for a second and looked around all the guys were staring at her. She didn’t care. She smiled to the waiter and started looking at the menu. I came back to my senses and looked away from her. “They gonna think I’m lesbian” I thought in my head “but she’s so gorgeous. I wish I was this way. Making everyone stare at me and not care at all. What a lucky girl!” I was finishing up my salad and ordered a cup of espresso. When I was taking out my wallet to pay the bill I heard her voice. She was addressing me. “Excuse me; do you have a lighter, by any chance?” Her voice sounded like a song to me. I turned her way and smiled. I said “I actually don’t. Ask the waiter.” She looked like an angel. - “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I thought you smoke. I mean you look like you could be a smoker… You know, I just wanted to grab a drink… May be you could join me? Or could I take a seat at your table? There are so many guys around and I am sick of them starring at me. I thought a female company would be just what I need.” I smiled and told her my name. She got up from her table and sat down in front of me. - “My name is Helen. How about gin & tonic? Please two on my bill.” All the guys were checking her out and all the attention was at our table. I am quite attractive woman but not as showy as she is. Helen’s body was so perfect. Her every curve was clearly in the best shape. She was just a bit younger than me. Extremely open and sweet girl. We had our drinks and had a nice conversation over it. Helen turned out to be sweet, smart and charming. She also didn’t like to stay at the beach in the early afternoon so we decided to hang out together for like an hour before going to the beach. I caught myself on the thought I would love to rub sun-tanning lotion over her body. We left the restaurant and walked down the shopping street. We went in to almost every possible shop and became like friends that have known each other for long. Helen even got me a present. It was amber bracelet. It was so much fun! It was about 4 pm and we decided to get going to the beach. We took off our clothes and started putting on sun-protection. Helen asked me to put some on her back and lied down. I sat down next to that sexy woman and felt my hands were shaking. It felt so weird to be amazed by a woman. I squeezed some lotion and started rubbing it into her silky skin. It was the softest skin I’ve ever touched in my life. When I went further down to her lower back and than her butt-cheeks I couldn’t hide my turn on. The thin line of her strings was the only thing between me and her yummy ass. I felt my pussy started getting really wet. By the time I finished Helen’s perfect round hips I almost had an orgasm. I don’t know what it was… - “Thanks! I’ll do the front myself. Turn around…I’ll do your back.” “Oh, God! What a girl!” I thought and couldn’t move. She lied down next to me and we enjoyed the hot sun for like half an hour. Afterwards we went swimming and it woke me up a bit from the sweet surrender. We hang out at the beach like until 7. We met some hot surfers and I tried to serve for the first time in my life. It was ok. On the way back to my hotel Helen told me she wanted to meet me for dinner. I was totally in. I took a shower and started picking the sexiest outfit possible. Next to the girl like her I had to look my best. I started thinking of the thing that happened to me at the beach. I rolled up my eyes and bit my lip so love-sick. My hand without any command nor control slipped down to pussy. I started touching myself. My waxed smooth pussy felt nice and as soon as my finger went inside the lips I felt I was wet. I didn’t know what I was doing. I have never masturbated in my life. I was toying my pussy and massaging my clit. My fingers went deeper inside my vagina and I started masturbating. For a second I thought of Helen’s face and I started imagining her body. I was thinking of her curves and suddenly I came. I was shivering in crumps. “What’s happening to me?” I couldn’t understand myself and looked around. I couldn’t believe I was lesbian. “Whatever!” I put on my sexiest panties and a light see-through dress. I took out my high heels and put on a very sexy make-up. I decided not to wear a bra and let everyone see my nipples. I dried my hair and it looked stunning. I put on my golden accessories and was ready to rock the party. I arrived to the restaurant and didn’t see Helen. I started thinking of which table to seat at and that moment heard her voice. - “Hey you! Looking sexy tonight!” She came close to me and kissed my cheek. - “Now, look at you! You look gorgeous, Helen.” She was wearing a short skirt, top and high heels that made her legs look so slim and long. She looked a bit too provocative but it suits her. She said “I reserved a table at the terrace. Follow me.” We ordered our food and started chatting like old friends. Helen was asking me all kinds of questions about me, my work and where I was from. I was flattered by such interest coming from such a beautiful girl. She liked talking a lot. She told me all the possible things she could. I could feel all the guys, and girls too looking at us like we were some celebrities. When I was looking around I saw envious looks from some women. But I also caught a few interested looks from guys. It felt nice to know I looked beautiful. We had white wine over the seafood and I started feeling tipsy. The band started playing music and two guys came up to us asking for a dance. Helen didn’t even look at them and told them we weren’t interested. They were actually very good looking guys. We kept on talking and laughing and had fun. Just two of us. Some other guys tried to pick us up as well but we didn’t care. Later on we went upstairs to the bar and the music there was loud and much more fun. - “Come on, let’s dance!” said Helen. Helen moved so gracefully and sexy I could tell she was a dancer. She put her hands around me and started moving them down to my hips. We were dancing slowly and looked right into each other’s eyes. Our faces were so close to each other…Wine turned my head and when she was an inch close my lips touched hers. Almost right away the light kiss turned into a deep passionate kiss. I remember it clearly how gently I felt her neck and sucked on her softest tongue. The music stopped playing and we stopped. We looked around. Tons of people were looking at us. She took my hand and whispered “Let’s get out of here!” I don’t remember the whole way to her hotel room but as soon as we stepped inside we started kissing like hungry lovers. Although I’ve never had an experience with a girl before Helen I loved touching her back and her amazing ass. Her hands were all over my neck, my cheeks and my chin. I don’t know how my hands got underneath her tiny skirt. I started grabbing those sweet killing but cheeks that got me masturbating this afternoon. I was going crazy! While I was thinking all of that Helen pulled the dress of me and put me lying on the bed. She stood in front of me and let her hair down. Than she took off her top and skirt. The only thing that was left on her sexy body was her strings and heels. My angel lied down on top of me and we continued kissing. Two wild women were caressing each others bodies and kissing each others’ lips. From time to time we would release our lips and play with each other’s tongues. Helen was kissing my face, my ears and went down on my neck. Those tender fingers were playing with my hard swelling nipples. I couldn’t go on any longer. I could only lie there and take her caresses. I was lost in lust. She was a very a skillful lover. The way she went down and licked one and than the other nipple was unforgettable! Her lips embraced my nipple as she softly sucked on it… than a bit stronger. The second nipple she treated a bit differently. Helen slightly bit it with her teeth and played her tongue around and round. The line between pain and pleasure was so thin and so delightful. I was on seventh heaven! While the girl was satisfying my craziest lust I slightly opened my eyes. I looked around. Only than that I noticed candles all around the room. May be she did that before leaving the room tonight or may be she asked someone from the reception to do it. It didn’t matter. It was like a fairy tale. The perfect date. The candle light was playing our shadows on the walls. The smell of the burning wax was exciting my imagination… We had enough of tease with my breasts and she went down leaving her hands on my apples. Her wet tongue went down to my belly button. She licked it a few times and got off the bed. She was standing on her knees between my legs and her lips went through my panties. I wanted to explode from pleasure but found enough strength to push myself up on my elbows to look what was going on between my legs. At first Helen kissed my pussy through the silky panties. Than she put her hands on my knees and started pulling off my panties with her teeth. She was pulling them down and piercing me with her wild eyes like some predator. When my panties got to my knees I helped Helen to take them off. I pulled up my leg as gracefully as I could and panties slipped down on the floor. Helen moved my knees apart and started coming closer to my crotch. She wasn’t taking her eyes off my pussy. I could cum just by looking at such a beautiful girl’s face moving towards my love bosom… but I threw my head back and kept lying on my elbows. All I wanted was to feel what was gonna happen… It was magic. As soon as Helen’s tongue touched my pussy lips I came and started drowning. Helen started licking me out and it took my pleasures to the upper level. She did it so tenderly yet very enthusiastically. Her tongue was doing magic in my pussy. She licked my pussy lips and kissed the whole pussy. Her lips went on my clit and she sucked on it. It was a heaven like feeling. I collapsed on the bed and shivered in orgasm. It seemed to me I would never get back from the sweet ecstasy. While Helen was working on my pussy and her hands were caressing my bum, my hands squeezed her tits and my legs tightly squeezed her head. Helen pushed back for a second and pulled my legs higher. She grabbed my ass and pushed me further. “What was that?!” oh, I thought to myself. I never thought it was possible to feel such bliss from her tongue touching my anal. Being so shy I would never think of doing such but it felt so right. I even wanted to pull my ass apart and let the girl kiss me deeper. I enjoyed the warmth and the slow motion. It was the top of the most possible bliss. Soon I got to the point where I didn’t care what happens next. Helen licked my ass a few more times and went back to licking my clit. She pushed in her forefinger inside my anal. All the way in. It was like electric shock and I screamed like mad. I screamed and moaned. That was it. I came back to my senses and all of my body was aching. I couldn’t move my leg, my foot. I was lying there like complete mess. As if I was crucified… Helen got up and looked into my eyes. -“Are you tired?” her knee touched my wet pussy. “Don’t worry… I’ll make you feel fine.” She was lying next to me and caressed my belly. She took a bunch of grapes from the vase and started playing with my lips. I wanted to bite that flavored grape and I snatched at one of the berries. I caught it between my teeth and pulled my lips apart so that Helen sees my berry. The berry was really big. When I bit it the juices spurted on her face. The red drops were hanging around her lips and one of them froze on her eyelash. The juice from the bitten berry was running down from the corner of my mouth. Helen bent down and licked it of with her tongue. Than she kissed my lips. The consciousness and the strength came back to me. I wanted to please Helen and give her all of me. I put her down on her back and sat on top of her. Helen pointed at the side table. There was a vase with big ice cubes. I understood what she wanted. I took one and put it on her breast next to the nipple. The girl rolled up her eyes from the pleasing sense. Helen’s mouth opened up. I moved ice cube on her nipple and saw it getting hard from the cold and excitement. I did the same thing to her second nipple. Helen moaned quietly. I took a few more cubes and put them on her belly. The way she shivered and made noises I understood she liked it a lot. I bent down and licked Helen’s nipple. I moved cubes around her belly button piercing… This is when I got this crazy thought! If she liked ice so much I decided to take the melting ice cubes and put them inside her panties. I did it. Her orgasm was explosive! Helen’s nails almost pierced my hip. She was holding me so damn tightly while she was cuming. When she stopped shivering I looked into her half open eyes and asked her with guilt: - “I think I got you cold. Do you want me to warm you up?” - “Yeah… Please. Better with your breath…” - “Only with my breath…” I whispered to her ear and went down to licking her pussy the smell of which drove me crazy. We made love all night long. The rest of my vacation I spent with my beautiful Helen. We did everything together. We went to the beaches, spa, shopping, and those hot summer nights we spent just two of us. Helen was happy to introduce me to all of the lesbian sex stuff. Most of all I liked the 69 when both of us could please each others’ pussies with our tongues and lips. It turned out Helen also liked her anal to be licked and even asked me to stick my finger inside it. But my biggest craziest orgasm I reached when she stuck two fingers inside my pussy and one inside my anal and licked my clit with her soft furious tongue. Overall, we practiced fisting every possible way. I would never think of a girl sticking the whole hand or a fist inside my vagina. And it doesn’t actually hurt. Not at all. I love it! Helen loved it when I shoved in three fingers inside her pussy, one in her anal and my thumb played on her clit… This is how I became lesbian… and I’m loving it! sexanal, sexy bras, how to have sex with a female, sex blowjob, sample sex video Sexy Teen Bath Time FunPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Anya is into singing while she takes a bath. She pours water all over her body, rubs it down with soap and rinses off. She does this several times all while singing a couple songs in both Russian and English. Read More Click Here!porn sex, sex virtual, teen sex picture, drawn sex, sexiest pics Movie Gallery From Oral BangersPosted on 2008-Mar-31 at 07:43 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Bonnie is away on a seminar and she’s feeling a little horny. Another guy from Bonnie’s company is at the seminar with her and they’ve decided to have a little fun while they’re away. Bonnie doesn’t really think that sucking cock could be cheating Click Here To Visit Oral Bangers!the sex party, sexo gays, sexy booty, card e sexy, michigan sex offender Bitch In Hose - Sexy SaphirePosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Redhead Secretary In White Stockings Saphire is a receptionist at a very conservative law office. In fact, the shirt she’s wearing right now might even be considered too tight and she’d have to wear her suit jacket all day. Saphire seems to fit in pretty well, she’s quiet and gets all her work done ahead of time. But there’s more to her than mild manner secretary. Underneath her clothes she’s wearing a very naughty pair of white stockings with a lace garterbelt. And if you were curious, she’s not wearing any bra to work. Want to see more hotties in pantyhose - visit Bitches N Hose today. See lots of hot pantyhose action - babes in pantyhose doing a lot more than just teasing. Download all the movies and pictures right now. freesexpic, gay sex pics, best of sex, free erotic sex stories, sexy kiss More of the 3 wild college girlsPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Even more video from those 3 college girls who loves to tease. These 3 babes touch each other and flash the camera while they party. It is incredibly sexy and at the same time I just kept saying 'kiss her there' or 'rub her pussies' but these girls are masters of the art of almost doing anything! Read More Click Here!doll sex, cartoon sexy, sex with secretaries, sexy arabs, doll real sex The Park LarkPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkI’ve written a couple of stories about things that happened when I was running wild with a young guy called Jodi Malenger. I guess a lot of people doubt they’re true and I’m not about to argue the point — why bother? But since there’s been quite a few readers who seem to enjoy them I’ll recount another one.
The scene is England, more years ago than I care to remember now. And again we’d gone wandering well away from our local area in Jodi’s van. Well, the van that belonged to Jodi’s Dad and that Jodi often borrowed. So, it was another town we were in, on a working day, and about as boring as you could imagine. Apart from everything else the sun was beating down out of a cloudless blue sky and everybody was as grumpy as hell. The English expect bad weather like New Yorkers expect rudeness — it goes with the territory and anything else messes with their minds. Still, Jodi had put a shoulder bag inside the van and winked at us when he’d done it. The other four of us figured he must have something interesting planned, though we didn’t know what it was. Anyway, while Jodi was driving Jacko opened up the bag and showed us what was stowed in it. And the contents of that bag had us scratching our heads alright. There were two paint brushes, brand new but cut off so there was only about an inch of hairs left on each handle. There were two identical copies of a newspaper — well, ‘The News Of The World’, if you can call that a newspaper, and a net. Yes, a net. Made of very fine nylon cord, about eight feet by four feet, with mesh big enough for us to easily put our hands through the holes. Oh, and just to make everything clearer, when we opened up one of the big newspapers we found that around the sides of the center pages were long dressmakers’ pins. There must have been a dozen of them in each paper, pinning all the pages together so it was impossible to turn them over. And, finally, there was a polaroid camera and three film packs. I guess Sherlock Holmes would have worked out straight away what Jodi was planning to do; none of us could though. “Jodi, what the hell is this lot for?” Jacko asked. “For fishing with; what else?” That’s all he’d say though, not another word until we got to the town. A fair sized East Midlands market town. He parked the van at a supermarket car park. The car park was at one side of the building and the town center on the other side. But we didn’t walk that way. Instead Jodi picked up his bag and went over a pedestrian bridge at the far end of the car park. The bridge was over a river which ran through the town. I guess it doesn’t make much difference to the story but maybe I’d better mention that what might be called a river in the UK could hardly get a mention as a creek in the States. This river you could have spat across given a good following wind. Anyway we looked at Jodi’s bag, thought about the net, looked down at the river and then at each other in bewilderment. We were a bunch that had never had any interest in hunting fur, fin or feathers. Big tits and juicy cunts were the only things we caught. What the hell was Jodi up to this time? On the other side of the river was a park. A nice one. About half a mile long with lots of trees and bushes on a grassy, gently rolling slope, with the river flowing along the bottom of the slope. The only buildings we could see at the top of the slope were some changing rooms next to a fence around a couple of tennis courts. It was a nice place to come on a hot day to get away from the crowds and the traffic. Mind you any day which is warm enough to melt ice cream is a hot day for the UK, but this was a genuine scorcher. It was about midday because the blazing sun was directly overhead and a whole slew of the town’s workers were doing all kinds of crazy continental things in their lunch hour — things like taking off their ties and pullovers and then lying down in the shade underneath the trees in the park. People with thermos flasks full of hot tea and paper bags of sandwiches were trying to convince themselves that to be seen eating outdoors wasn’t a social disgrace. And, of course, there were the wild teenagers openly sunbathing in swimming costumes, up to and including a couple of hussies in bikinis. A few more days of this brain cooking weather and the English would be lapping up rum out of each other’s belly buttons and Conga dancing in the bus queues. Mind you, with what Jodi was carrying around with him it looked as if we had one case of sun struck insanity on our hands already. “Jodi, mate, what’s hatching in your mind?” Micky asked him. And he told us. And then he told us again, very slowly and clearly, because we thought for sure he’d been joking the first time around. Now it wasn’t our way of doing things to have big debates about one of Jodi’s ideas. We went out and did them and scarcely ever did they go wrong, mainly because most people’s reactions just freeze up when something absolutely surprising happens. There’s hardly one in a hundred who are quick witted enough to react straight off to the totally unexpected. Mind you, it’s only one in a thousand who can think up those kind of surprising ideas, and only one in ten thousand who’ll go through with them. Jodi was the one in ten thousand. This time though even Jodi had to work hard in selling us his plan. But Jodi was Jodi and trying to stop him doing what he wanted to do was like asking Hitler to maybe postpone invading Russia. So eventually we agreed to give it a go. “OK, spread out. Keep in sight of each other. You know what we’re looking for. If anybody finds a good situation just sit down on the grass and the rest of us will come over and have a look.” Looking around was the easy part. We moved out amongst the trees and the bushes like sharks prowling around in a swimming hole. Each of us knew what Jodi wanted and I hadn’t gone too far at all when I found a scene which seemed to fit the bill pretty well. So, I sat down and kept on looking. I was about three quarters of the way up the slope, and able to see far enough over the crest for an occasional head to bob up into view behind the tennis court fence. I don’t know where the players got the energy from in that heat. On my left was a clear area of grass which stretched about a hundred yards or so to the next cluster of trees. On my right was a pathway which went up the slope towards the tennis court. The pathway was about forty or fifty yards away but nobody was bothering to use it with the grass being dry enough to walk on. A few yards further up from where I was sitting were the two trees nearest to the top of the slope, a pair of elms side by side. The trees were twenty feet apart and the furthest one from the pathway was straight up the slope from where I was. Underneath the elm tree on the right was a courting couple with their arms wrapped each other and apparently trying to get into the Guiness book of records for the longest sustained kiss in history. I couldn’t see much of their faces but she looked pretty good. They weren’t my concern though, except in as much as neither of them were at all interested in anything else going on around them. It was the scene underneath the second tree which I was carefully studying. There were two girls there, lying side by side, shoes off and bare feet pointing down the slope. Both of them were wearing blue overalls with buttons up the front — shop or factory uniforms. There was a coke can on the grass on either side of them and paper bags as well. Yeah, two shop girls who’d come into the park for their lunch break, and were now lying in the shade underneath the tree with their shoes off. One was rolled over on her stomach, apparently dozing, with her hands spread flat underneath her chin, so all I could really see of her were her legs and her hair. The hair was an eye catching feature because it was a reddish brown mass which looked tangled, as if pulling a comb through it every day was more work than was worth doing. Her legs seemed pretty good and I could see halfway up her thighs because that was where the hem of her overall was pulled up to. The overall sleeves were short ones and I could make out a lot of freckles on her white skinned arms. No wonder she was keeping well out of the sun with a complexion like hers. The other one was as different as chalk to cheese — or maybe, I should say Spanish to Irish. Because she looked as if she belonged out in the sun, a real Mediterranean type. Dark complexioned with hair as black as a coal cellar at midnight, done up in bun behind her head, and wearing sun glasses that made her look as if she was a Mafia gangster’s girl friend. Not that she wasn’t presentable, even if she did have a nose on her like Shylock’s daughter — that was more than made up for by the size of the boobs underneath her tightly stretched overall buttons. Even lying flat on her back they were a fine, fine sight. As for her legs, they were the sort that make you feel that if God ever created anything better to look at he must have kept it for himself. Unfortunately the bottom of her overalls were pulled down lower than her friend’s, around her knees, so I couldn’t give her underpinnings the attention they fully deserved. In normal circumstances I would have moved around to have a better viewpoint up the slope and up her legs, especially as she was holding a magazine up over her face. As it was I didn’t take any sneaky looks, I didn’t move closer, I didn’t do anything which might wake the girls up or show an interest in them. Instead, I waited for the rest of the lads to arrive. The only thing which happened while I was waiting was that big tits put down the magazine and rolled over onto her stomach like her friend, resting her cheek on her hands in the same way. “Thank you, God,” I said quietly but with genuine gratitude. It was starting to look as if he was with us on this one. The other guys drifted over and sat around, except Jodi. He stood and looked at the girls and grinned until we were all together. As usual he didn’t seem the slightest bit nervous about things — personally, I could feel my palms getting damp and it wasn’t from the heat. I guess the truth was that if I’d been as clever as Jodi it wouldn’t have done me much good because I’d never have the nerve to follow up on my ideas the way he did. Oh, I’d do what he told me, like the others did what he told them to. The hard part was in not finding an excuse to keep on waiting for a better chance until there was no chance left and being secretly relieved. But not Jodi: he had the incredibly rare ability to just go ahead and do whatever he wanted when he wanted, without thinking twice about it. Anyway, as soon as we were all sitting there he knelt down, unzipped the top of the bag and took out the net. He spread it out with one of the long sides uppermost and gave one end of the net to Will. “Andy, you grab the other side. Stand up, stretch it out, then do it. I want the top of the net across their shoulder blades.” So Will and I did. We stood up, moved apart until the eight foot net was taut and walked towards the girls, Jodi following up and handing out the paint brushes to Micky and Jacko. “Go!” We went for them as if we were trying to pin down a pair of leopards that could tear us apart if they got free. We threw the net over both of them, across their backs and down to their calves, and then I dropped down flat alongside the copper nob, enough of the net underneath me so I was lying completely on top of it and stopping it from moving. Will did the same thing on the other side and the net was anchored over both girls so tightly that neither could do anymore than wriggle around. “What the fuck?” copper nob snapped, and then went into a fit of hysteria as Jacko tickled the sole of one of her bare feet with the scratchy hairs of the cut off paintbrush. If that reaction was impressive, it was nothing compared to how big tits threw herself around when Micky did the same thing to one of her feet. It was instantly clear how susceptible she was to that sort of stimulation. The way she was twisting and giggling, I thought sure she was going to wet herself. “OK, that’s enough,” Jodi said. I was looking over to the other tree and saw the couple underneath it break their clinch for a moment and glance over at us, both of them grinning. They’d heard the girls having their bouts of hysteria, they could see us lying down around them and I guess they must have thought we were a bunch of friends meeting up and having a joke together. It would have been very hard for them to see the thin corded net, even if Will’s body hadn’t been in the way. So they didn’t twig what was really happening and went straight back to their marathon kissing session. “What the fuck are you doing? Get this off us or I’ll start screaming,” copper nob said loudly. The next second she was writhing around underneath the net again as Micky and Jacko both went for her soles with their brushes. Then Jodi told them to stop it, pointed at both pairs of feet and waggled his thumbs. The guys began massaging the girls’ soles instead of tickling them, digging their thumbs into their insteps just enough to make it pleasant rather than painful. I heard another kind of gasp from the redhead, one of surprise, and I tried to see around her mass of hair to the face underneath it. At the same moment she twisted her head around in my direction and I was looking into her greeny colored eyes above a snub nose and pert mouth. Aye, and if looks could have killed I’d have soon been in an even warmer place. She’d got her left elbow caught up in one of the net holes and was desperately trying to get it further out but wasn’t doing anything more than leaving red impression lines on that lovely white skin. She started kicking around with her feet as well, as much as she could, then went into another fit of giggles as she was tickled again. There was a lot of things I could have said but this was the time for Jodi to do the talking. Which he did as soon as we let the copper nob alone long enough to gasp for breath. “It’s OK girls, it’s OK. We just want to talk to you for a while and we didn’t want you getting up and walking away from us because it was time to go back to work. Relax, we’re not going to hurt you.” “You’re absolutely mad, you can’t do this,” big tits said. “Come on, get this net off us, or else … ” “Or else what? Nobody can see it unless they get really, really close and every time you start making a noise we’ll start tickling your feet again. So why not talk about things first before you get all upset? You like having your feet massaged, don’t you?” The red head was still spitting chips: “You’re mad, you’re fucking mad! Get this thing off us!” “No. Nice day though, isn’t it?” The pair of them made a concerted effort to sit up. With my weight on one side of the net and Will’s on the other they were only wasting their energy. Jodi let them struggle for a while, until copper nob started calling out. Instantly Micky and Jacko used the brushes again. I saw the couple underneath the next tree separate their lips and grin at us again as red hair and big tits made noises like a pair of mating cats. Then the pair went back to their own mating habits again. To them it was still all just larking around by a bunch of guys and a couple of chicks. “We can keep this up as long as you like, ladies,” Jodi said calmly. “You want some more tickling or would you rather lie still and have your feet rubbed?” “What the hell do you want?” the red head asked between gasps. She was clearly baffled about what was going on or how to deal with it. “Ah, well, you have to understand that we’re a bunch of perverts who get our kicks out of touching girls’ feet. You wouldn’t deny us that little pleasure, would you?” Jodi’s voice was light and jokey. “After all it’s a nice feeling having your soles stroked, isn’t it?” “But somebody might come along,” big tits protested. “So what? Nobody is going to arrest us for obscene foot stroking in a public place, are they?” He nodded to Micky and Jacko and they set to work again with busy hands on the bare feet in front of them. The big dark girl gave a little hiss of pleasure and we grinned at each other. The first crack in the defenses. Red hair was still whining though and it wasn’t because she was feeling happy. “Our lunch break is over. We’ve got to go back to work now.” “Oh no you don’t. That’s why we’ve netted you — because we couldn’t bear to see you both get up and walk away. Just tell your boss it was so hot you both fell asleep in the park and didn’t wake up until it was too late to be worth going back.” “You’re mad; we’ll get the sack!” Her voice was rising in anger and Jodi made a painting gesture at Jacko. He immediately stopped massaging her soles and scratched her with the brush until she was laughing and begging for mercy at the same time. Jodi finally relented. “Look, as long as you talk quietly and sensibly nothing like that is going to happen. So how about telling us your names? You with the red hair, what’s yours?” “Maureen,” she answered, in between gasps as she tried to get her breath back from her latest encounter with the brush. “Maureen, hey. And what’s your friend’s name?” Big tits answered for herself: “Sandra — what’s yours?” Jodi grinned at her challenging response. “Elvis. It’s a big coincidence, that is. Not only is my name Elvis, but all these other guys are also called Elvis. You can have our autographs by and by.” “You’re mad; raving bloody mad. Somebody is watching this, for sure.” Jodi leaned back on his heels and made a big performance of holding his hand flat over his eyes, pretending to scan the horizon like a cowboy on the films. “Hmmm … Well, there’s the County Police Pipe Band over there … Mary Whitehouse has got her binoculars on us … Two Bishops and an Archdeacon next to her … oh yeah, and a TV camera from the BBC outside broadcast unit. Yes, you’re right, we’re the absolute center of attention.” “There’s a guy and a girl under the next tree, I know that,” Sandra answered back. “True — very true,” Jodi conceded. “Only they seem to be in a world of their own right now. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they don’t soon go back to work and leave you with us for the afternoon.” “Look, you’ve had your joke,” Sandra said, clearly trying to sound calm and reasonable. “Now you have to take this net off us.” “Why?” Jodi asked just as reasonably. “Because this is crazy,” Maureen piped up. “If you don’t let us go we’ll scream … ” “Go ahead. Next time you’ll get a tickling that will really drive you crazy.” There was a silence then as both of them tried to figure their way past that threat. Jodi only sat there and grinned at us as he let them come to terms with the way things were turning out. Maureen put her right hand down her side and clutched at the net. A total waste of time because as long as Will’s weight and mine was still resting on top of it she’d cut her fingers off on the thin nylon cords long before she could lift it up. I noticed she was wearing an engagement ring on the other hand. At the same time Sandra was still talking. “Look, seriously, what do you lot want?” “I told you, we just want to rub your feet. No harm in that, is there?” Maureen said: “Fuck off, you mad bastard!” “Oh dear, I hate foul mouthed girls. Both brushes for Maureen. Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear: one step, two step, tickle under there!” The poor red head tried kicking her feet around and much good it did her as Mark and Jacko held her ankles and then started flicking the scratchy bristles up and down her soles. Will leaned over and dabbled his fingers behind one of her knees and I put my right hand over her back and tickled underneath her armpit. She hadn’t had too much breath left in her to start with, so all she could do was to wriggle around helplessly and suck in air in desperate gulps. I honestly thought she was going to faint. “That’s enough,” I said. “Enough!” “I don’t know what it is with you girls,” Jodi remarked casually. “All we’re trying to do is put a little fun in your lives and you call us all kinds of dirty names. Why not relax for a while and enjoy the sensation?” “Go away — leave us alone!” Sandra protested. “I’m beginning to feel like a door to door salesmen here,” Jodi told her. “Only I’m not selling anything, I’m just trying to give away a little happiness. Let’s see if some more massaging puts you in a better mood.” Both of the girls made futile little efforts to keep their feet away from the busy fingers behind them, but they weren’t going anywhere, not with six hands to four feet. And despite all the outrage it was soon clear that both of them were finding it an interesting experience to have their soles continually stroked and massaged. Not that Maureen was going to admit it. “If you think you’re going to get us in the mood for any hanky-panky, you’re wrong.” Hanky-panky! I nearly bust a gut holding in my laughter and I could see the other guys were in the same way. Jodi’s chin was trembling with self control: “Hanky-panky?” he drawled in an upper class voice. “My dear girl, I haven’t hanked my pank in an absolute age.” Then we all did burst out laughing, and nobody was laughing more than Sandra. Mind you, I’m not sure if it was because of what Jodi had said or because Jodi had started to run his fingernails lightly up and down her soles. Meantime I was looking around the park. The courting couple under the next tree were finally picking up their possessions and getting a lot of fun out of brushing bits of grass off each other’s clothes. Further down the slope it was like an army reluctantly continuing a route march after a rest break: men and women, teenage boys and girls, all slowly getting back to their feet and walking towards the bridge. It was time to go back to the stuffy offices and shops, time to begin a hot afternoon of dreary work. All of them were in total boredom mode with their thumbs up their bums and their minds in neutral. Nobody seemed to have the slightest interest in us or the girls. But there was a woman walking towards us on the grass, middle aged, white blouse, long dark skirt, silly straw hat with flowers on it. She was cutting across the slope towards the top of the pathway and it looked as if she was going to pass close to us. The real bother was that a couple of kids, maybe seven or eight years old, were scampering around her. I realized why Jodi had started tickling Sandra again when he put his other hand over to one of Maureen’s feet and got her gasping again as well. Not as uncontrollably as before, but enough to stop her from being able to shout out anything. “You guys next to the girls, put your arms around them.” I put my arm across Maureen’s shoulders and pressed myself against her as she unwillingly wriggled and giggled. I heard the kids laughing as well, thinking it was great fun to see grownups behaving like kids themselves. I took a swift glance up at exactly the same time as the woman’s gaze turned on us. She saw what she thought was some kind of horseplay going on and immediately looked away. Or maybe she was terrified that it might be foreplay. The kids lingered for a second or two, happily watching Jodi scratching the girls’ feet before they reluctantly scampered away in response to urgent calls of “Rodger, Laurel; Rodger, Laurel.” The middle class must have been passing us by. Well, God bless the English habit of minding your own business. Once again it had saved the day and I relaxed as I watched the woman, the kids and the courting couple all leaving the area. Will grinned: “Magic,” he said, and Jodi laughed out loud. “Well, girls, it looks like it’s just you and us here now.” he said cheerfully. “Everybody else has gone back to work and left you here in our evil clutches.” “I don’t know anything about what’s going on inside your mad brain,” Sandra protested. “But I know you’d better piss off now before you get into real trouble.” “From where I’m sitting, you two seem to be the ones having all the trouble,” Jodi pointed out. “You don’t even know how many of us there are yet, do you?” Which was true. Both of them were almost breaking their necks trying to see above and behind them. I noticed how the dappled rays of sunlight coming through the branches were lighting up Maureen’s hair into pools of deeper red. “I’ll save you the effort of looking, ladies. There’s five of us and we don’t live in this town, so you’ll never see us again. Which means that it doesn’t really matter what you do for us because nobody else in this place will ever get to hear about it.” Maureen grunted as Jacko rubbed his thumbs deep into the bottoms of her feet. Mark was massaging Sandra’s feet just as forcefully and I could see that her calves were trembling as if she was cold. “What are you talking about?” Maureen asked. “At the moment I’m still trying to explain the situation,” Jodi said. “Your friend here was talking about trouble. Maybe it’s time I showed you pair what real trouble looks like. What we need first though is some privacy. You two guys leave their feet alone now and sit up next to the girls, one on each side. Hold the papers open as if you were reading them. You two lying on the net stay where you are” As Mark and Jacko collected their newspapers Jodi sat down cross legged between the girls’ head and the tree, then leaned back against the trunk. “OK, girls, look around you. As much as you can, anyway. Nobody can see us from behind me because of the tree and nobody on either side will be able to see anything because of the open newspapers. I say newspapers but it’s only the News of the Screws — you know what they publish in that, all the stories about what the Vicar did with the choirboys in the vestry. I bet you two never thought you’d be appearing in the middle of that paper with your own little sex scandal, did you?” “Fuck off!” Maureen said again, though not very loudly. He ignored her. “Now, since you can’t see behind you, you’ll both have to take my word on this but there’s nobody between us and the river so you can commit whatever lewd acts you like without any worries about embarrassing some poor innocent onlooker. Of course I’ve still got to persuade you to do what I want but I think I can make some good points as to why you should do as you’re told. You see, the News has real big pages which is why it’s good for keeping things private in a public park. But that can be a real nuisance when the wind’s blowing and ruffling them up. So, guys, have you noticed anything unusual about those papers?” “Yes,” Mark said. “The pages are all pinned together at the sides. The very long kind of pins with a little plastic knob at one end.” “That’s right,” Jodi agreed. “Spot on, Mr Elvis, you’ve got sharp eyes. A little plastic knob at one end and a very sharp point at the other end. Would you pass one of them over here, please.” Mark gave him one of the pins and Jodi held it between his knees, where both of the girls could see it. He was like a magician getting ready to demonstrate a trick. “OK, Maureen and Sandra, I’d just like you both to imagine what would happen if I held your noses while my mates jabbed these into your arses. In fact, I can tell you what would happen, you’d honk like seals at feeding time and you’d be the only ones in the park who knew how much you were hurting. So maybe you’d like to think about that for a while.” Jodi looked around at us. “You two with the papers, give a pin each to the guys on the net. Guys who get the pins, you stick them where’ll they do the most good. Not deep enough to hurt, mind, just enough so the ladies can feel them pricking.” Will snorted with laughter as he took a pin from Jacko. I guess he must have pushed it too hard into Sandra’s backside though because she yipped like a puppy having its tail trodden on. Maureen kept on twisting her head around to try and see behind her until she felt my pin being pressed against one of the cheeks of her arse and then she gasped and lay still, mouth hanging open and staring down at the grass. “Yeah, now they’re starting to get the message. You guys keep those pins there but don’t push them in any harder unless I tell you to.” Jodi jabbed the pin he was holding into a surfaced root. “We’ll leave this one here within reach in case I need it later on. Now, girls, seeing that we’ve saved you from having to work all afternoon, I thought it might be a nice gesture in return for you to play a little game with us. Are you ready?” “A … a game?” Maureen slowly asked. “That’s right; a game. It’s called the question and answer game. And before we start I want to make sure you completely understand the rules. I ask each of you a question in turn. If I don’t get an answer or I get the wrong answer you both get a pin jammed up your arse hole. So if you try to get smart you won’t be hurting just yourself, but your friend as well. So, Sandra, here’s your first question. What do you think is the next thing that you’re going to put into your mouth? Here’s a clue.” Jodi rubbed his hand over his crotch. “And remember what happens to both of you ladies if you guess wrong.” Sandra’s dark skin had flushed to the color of bruised tomatoes and I saw her buttocks instinctively tightening as Will moved the pin down a millimeter. “Oh God, it’s your cock!” “No, not God’s but you can think of me as your own personal lord and master for the time being. And because I’m a nice master and you’ve said the right thing you don’t get hurt. OK, next question, what’s the next thing that Maureen’s going to suck on?” I gave Maureen a tiny little prod with one of the pins and she quacked like a duck landing on a barbed wire fence: “It’s your cock. I’m going to suck your cock as well.” And that was it, at least as far as the first part of the business was concerned. If either of them had been in a mood to put up an argument Jodi had - as always - found a very effective way of changing their minds. I’d never had much doubt that Sandra would do it, if only for the experience, but I’d thought that Maureen might be more of a problem. Still, what would have been the sense in trying to refuse? We could hurt her as much as we liked and we would have kept on doing it until she surrendered. So I guess she was smart enough to realize that Jodi was holding all the trump cards. He was certainly pleased enough with himself. “I don’t know why everybody says women are so hard to get along with. Ask them in the right way and there’s nothing they won’t do for you. Isn’t that right, Maureen?” “Yes.” “Ah, now we come to the next part of the game. This is something you’ll have to concentrate very hard on. From now on whenever you talk to anybody with a cock you call them ’sir’. Is that clear, Maureen?” “Yes, sir,” she answered — quickly. “Is that clear, Sandra?” “Yes, sir.” Again, no hesitation at all. Sandra was well and truly broken in. Trembling and nervous as hell, but ready to do her best. Jacko and Mark grinned at each other over the tops of their newspapers and Will winked at me across the girls’ backs. The message was that we’d found ourselves two willing slaves. I lifted my head up and had a quick look around. A few people walking around or still lying under the trees but none near enough to matter. Yippee! Jodi reached forward and grabbed Sandra’s big nose, then pinched Maureen’s between his thumb and forefinger. “OK, lads, wake them up.” His description of the noise that the girls made when Will and I jabbed them was spot on — they did honk like seals. But I guess Jodi had already done extensive field trials in applied pinology as a quick and easy way of getting around arguments. He took his hands off the girls’ faces and made a big show about wiping them on the sides of his jeans. Maureen and Sandra were moaning with pain. “OK, ladies, just to recap on the discussion. Each one of us is a sir to you and both of you are going to take turns at sucking whatever prick is put in front of you. Otherwise you get pricked yourselves, no exceptions. So here’s your next question and it’s for you, Sandra. Are you going to give me a blow job?” She gulped like a frog catching a fly: “Yes, sir, I am.” “And are you going to give me a blow job, Maureen?” Her voice was high pitched, almost a squeal: “Yes, sir, yes!” Jodi winked at us. “OK, then, let’s get started. You guys with the papers, keep us covered from view as well as you can. If anybody looks as if they’re going to come close to us, you say so, nice and loud, because I might be a bit distracted soon. You guys with the pins, don’t ever prick a girl while she’s got a cock in her mouth. If she doesn’t perform properly I’ll tell you what to do and when. So, let’s try it and see how we get on.” Our leader glanced around, spread his legs out on either side of Sandra’s head, the left one resting on Maureen’s back, undid his belt, his jeans, and then his zip. He put his hands in the side of the jeans and pushed them down his thighs and over Sandra’s bun of black hair. As he never wore anything under his jeans that left her almost brushing noses with a three quarter erect cock. And even at only three quarter stretch Jodi’s cock was some sight. It certainly made Sandra gasp. “Come on, let’s get the show on the road,” Jodi ordered. “Grab hold and start sucking.” She did. She put her right hand up between his thighs and obediently bent her head forward to lick the tip of his cock. It reared up like an animal smelling food and Jodi laughed. Maureen couldn’t see what was happening because her face was close up against Jodi’s leg but she could hear everything, including the snorts of laughter from all the guys at the sight of Sandra slowly pressing her lips down around Jodi’s shaft. He patted her on the back of the head, on top of the bun, then put his hand on top of Maureen’s frizzy mass of hair. “Your friend’s making a pretty good start, Maureen. She’ll have to do better than this though, otherwise she’ll get a pin all the way up her arse before long. It’s not a decent blow job until she’s got every inch of it between her teeth. I’ll give her a chance to improve though. Tell her to lick my balls now.” “Yes, sir!” Maureen squealed. “Sandra, lick his balls!” God, but it was funny. Sandra instantly did as she was told to. It was kind of hard for Mark and Jacko because they couldn’t watch the action all the time but had to keep looking up over their newspapers and around to make sure nobody was watching — nobody in a uniform, anyway, which was the main thing. Myself, I was pressing up against Maureen’s side and giving her a chance to feel another projection she was going to meet sooner or later. And I sure hoped it was going to be sooner because I was already desperate for my turn. The thing was, I couldn’t see any reason why we couldn’t take this pair down to the van later on — and I knew what was going to happen then, in every sweaty, pounding detail. “Mmmm …. ” Jodi murmured happily as we all looked down at Sandra lapping away with her tongue like a thirsty bitch at a bowl of water “Not bad, Sandra. But what we all want to see now is how much cock you can get down your gullet when you really try. And I don’t want to alarm you but the pins will be waiting if I’m not convinced you’ve done your very, very best.” In a moment that hair bun was lifting up and down as if it was a buoy on a gently rolling sea, with the waves quickly getting bigger. We could all hear the snorting sounds coming from her nose like a steam train pulling out of a station as she tried to find room in her throat for Jodi’s cock. “Maureen, why don’t you encourage her on a bit,” Jodi suggested. “If you can’t think of anything to say perhaps we can jab something loose with the pin.” I pressed the point home, as you might say, and Maureen was instantly inspired: “Suck him, Sandra, you slut! They’re all watching you do it, all the boys. They’re waiting to see him shoot a load of spunk right into your big mouth because you’re a slave and we’ve got to do every fucking thing they tell us to, understand?” I guess she didn’t have much choice in what she had to say but I had to give her full marks for the enthusiastic way she said it. What made it most exciting was that she had no idea at all yet of what being a slave was really all about. She was going to learn though, and I guess Jodi was thinking the same way I was. He was starting to grunt with pleasure as Sandra’s mouth slid up and down his cock with her cheeks puckered in to prove how much she was trying. I could see her eyes tilted up to look at his face as she tried to judge how much she was pleasuring him — and whether it was enough to avoid getting her bum punctured afterwards. “Somebody coming,” Jacko warned, anger in his voice. “Nobody else look, keep your eyes down.” Jodi snapped. I could understand why he would be peeved about the interruption. “How many, how far, which direction?” “Three kids, boys, about a hundred yards away, going up the slope, cutting across it. Probably coming within about twenty yards of us, the way they’re heading.” “OK, Sandra, slow steady sucks for the time being but don’t stop.” It seemed to take a long time before those bloody kids went past. They wandered past without taking a second look though, while Sandra kept on steadily bobbing her head over Jodi’s shaft. She was probably wondering whether she was going to become the biggest public attraction ever seen in the park. Or maybe having some of the pressure taken off her for a while was a help because she seemed to be getting all the way down with her slow strokes. Down far enough to have her lips touching Jodi’s hairs at any rate. “All clear,” Jacko reported. “Good,” Jodi said. “Maureen, get Sandra going again.” She did: “Sandra, you cock sucking bitch, you get that prick down your throat like you do for Mitch! Get it really hot, the way Mitch wants it before he fucks you in his car. Suck it, you cock hungry slut!” Oh, she was getting into the party spirit alright, no doubt about it. So was Jodi. He was holding Sandra’s coiled hair with both hands and forcing her up and down on his horn as she spluttered like a two stroke engine trying to fire up. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you later on, Sandra. If you only knew what we’re going to do to you two.” It was a promise, a genuine promise. When we’d finished up here we’d march the pair of them down to the van. Then we’d put them in the back with the big mattress and lock a length of thin chain around their necks, with the chain running through a ring welded to the front wall. With that ahead and a piece of cane from behind they’d soon find themselves posing in ways they’d never even imagined, not yet. Yeah, Jodi was bursting at the seams at the prospect of getting Sandra and Maureen into the van and so were the rest of us. But unlike us he had a girl desperately working to get him to blow his load into her throat. So it was no surprise at all when he erupted like a volcano; from the noise he made I thought Sandra might have spunk flying out of her ears as well as her mouth. She was coughing and wheezing for so long she must have swallowed a fair amount of it. Not that Jodi cared. He pulled his jeans back up, re-zipped them and stood up. Now he’d had his turn it was on for the rest of us. Will made the dark haired girl gasp with another touch of the pin. “Shall I jab her?” “No, I think she did pretty well for an amateur. Did you enjoy that, Sandra?” “Yes, sir, it was great. I loved doing it for you.” She was still coughing up gobs of white ooze onto the grass as she answered. Still she was certainly trying to do her best, customer service-wise. “Look on the bright side, girl, at least it’s got the taste of coke out of your mouth. Now, who’s going to give Maureen something to play with?” I reckon we all have preferred Sandra to her friend. On the other hand nobody cared as much about that as they did about getting blown out as soon as possible. Anyway Jodi gave me the nod and took my place on the net so I could get up against the tree. It seemed as strange as hell to be pulling down my pants out in the open. Jodi was right though, with the tree behind and the newspapers held open on either side it didn’t seem as if anybody could see us. Not that I was paying much attention after a while because Maureen turned out to be a fantastic little slurper, all lips and tongue and bright eyes, especially with Sandra telling her to blow me like a cock bandit — or else. In fact I got the net pulled back far enough for Sandra to be able to lean over and hold Maureen’s hair up so I could take a couple of clear shots of her with the polaroid. Nothing like it: nice sunny afternoon, plenty of fresh air and having a girl help you take some souvenir snaps of her friend with her lips around your cock. Then I got them to change places so Maureen could take off Sandra’s dark glasses before I got her in the view finder. While that was developing I leaned back against the tree and watched Sandra swallowing my cock with the picture of Maureen doing the same thing still wet in my hand. Later on again Sandra grabbed Maureen’s tangle of hair and helped me give her mate a real face fucking. Can anybody wonder why I still remember Jodie with such respect? I mean, we’re talking a seriously misspent youth here. Maybe the most amazing thing about the whole deal was that we had maybe an hour at the girls without hardly any need to delay the round robin rocks off. Sure, a couple of people went past, but never long enough to hold things up by more than a minute or two. By that stage Sandra had got a taste of my come as well, though I suppose it wouldn’t have had any different flavor to the five varieties she’d already sampled on her tongue. I guess maybe she was more concerned about her aching jawbone. Maureen was having the same problem, made worse when she found herself trying to gargle with Will’s XXL sized cock. Watching her taking Will on was like watching a hunter trying to haul in a giant marlin: she was game but struggling. In the end we let Maureen take his bottom half corncob style while Sandra swallowed his helmet. Will was as happy as a daisy on a dunghill until we saw somebody else coming straight towards us. A woman, and what rang the alarm bells was that she was wearing exactly the same kind of overalls as Maureen and Sandra; same style, same color. “Hey, girls, we’ve got a woman coming towards us, dressed like you. Tall, close cut silvery hair, mid forties maybe, big hips and a set of tits big enough to ski down. Do you know her?” “Oh God!” Sandra sounded desperate. “It’s Martha — our leading hand. The boss must have sent her from the packing department to look for us. We said we were going into the park for our crib break.” “Packing department, hey? What’s she packing on her chest deserves an entire department to herself. OK, guys, knives out and open but hidden. Let her come right up. Wherever she stops, I want a blade behind each knee straightaway. Hey, and girls, smile and say cheese.” The girls couldn’t seem to believe what they were hearing. “For fuck’s sake, she can’t see us like this!” Sandra protested. It was all too late by then, far too late. The woman had seen Sandra’s legs and Maureen’s legs, and the bottoms of their overalls. She came straight towards us, walking across the slope but still looking hot, tired and totally pissed off about the whole deal. Especially when she thought her two missing workers had stayed on in the park to talk to a bunch of boys. She came right up, looked down over the newspapers and the expressions that appeared on her face afterwards — well, if any actor could repeat them, she’d be bloody good one. Good enough for an Oscar as far as I’m concerned. First it was anger at being put to so much trouble. Then open mouthed astonishment at the sight of Will’s bared cock rearing up with Maureen’s and Sandra’s fingers holding it. Blushing embarrassment at disturbing a thriving little orgy, wide eyed and looking around in astonishment that this could be going on in the middle of the park. But it was when she felt a knife blade touch her behind each knee that she began to comprehend what was really happening. Her eyes shot around, at Jacko, at me and then down at our knives against her legs. Finally, she looked at the girls again and saw the net. It’s not often you find a woman without a word to say but this was one of those rare times. “Throw the newspapers over their heads,” Jodi said. Mark grabbed the papers we’d been reading and threw them across Will’s lap and on top of the girls’ heads. “OK, ladies, back to work, otherwise we’ll have to do something you’ll regret.” With the pins still held against their arses neither of them were prepared to argue the point — or the points. Martha saw the pins as well and looked even more like a cow with concussion, especially when the newspapers began rustling and sliding around. The leading hand sounded like distressed life stock as well, her breathing still heavy from quick walking in the hot sun. Well, there was a lot of her to move around. Like Jodi had said, she had more front than Selfridges and hips you’d need a county surveyor to measure off. He was right about her age as well, forty plus. But Martha was no ruin, not by a long chalk. The building might be settling now and over extended in places but the original architecture had been a fine piece of work and was still worth looking at. I reckoned she might have been a swimmer — still might be — her legs were well muscled with hardly any hint of a belly underneath her overalls. No sign of popped veins in the soft skin my knife edge was leveled against. As for her face, apart from being flushed with exercise and shock, it was … well, older women, what words can you use? Not beautiful, not this one — not beautiful now and never had been. Good looking maybe once, even with her big nose and heavy jaw line. But always strong, you knew that with one look, always a strong person and made stronger with age, like fermenting liquor. Maybe surprised and a bit bewildered right now, yet not for long. Yes, I admit it. Even back then I had a thing about older women, especially those with any sort of class. Screwing them to me was sex plus — sex plus a chance that maybe I could get some of their sophistication to rub off on me. And if I had my time over again I’d still think exactly the same way: a girl is a fuck, a woman is an experience. And that was about Jodie’s philosophy as well. “Hello, Martha,” he said cheerfully. “You’ve come looking for your missing girls, have you? I’m sorry we detained them but they’re learning a new trade to fall back on in case you ever fire them. Incidentally, talking about falling back, have you ever heard about a horse being hamstrung? It was the way the peasantry in the middle ages dealt with the rich knights in their fancy armor. They’d slash the knight’s horses behind the knees with their sickles and the horses would fall down. Bad news for the knight because he ended up like your girls here, with sharp points in all the worse places. It was bad news for the horse as well because it could never walk again. You’ve no interest in being hamstrung, have you?” Martha looked down again, to either side, at Jacko and me, and at the knifes rubbing against the back of her own knees. She was still trying to catch up on things and I couldn’t blame her, not having walked into what was virtually a rape scene and then getting a lesson in ancient history. Coupled of course, with a threat of immediate grievous bodily harm which would leave her crippled for life. It was all too much for one walk in the park. Still, say what you will, Jodi was always a prime example of the really useful things you can learn from a government run education system. “Come on, Martha, say something, even if it’s only ‘hello’,” Jodi continued. “Better still, sit down and talk to us. It’s a lovely day for a chat.” Maureen’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a goldfish that has suddenly realized its bowl is round and it’s spent a lifetime going nowhere. Until I stood up and pushed down on her shoulder. Again she looked as if she was trying to say something but then got down on her knees. She touched the net and plucked at it as if reassuring herself it was actually there. “Who are you?” “Oh, just strangers passing through: ships in the night,” Jodi answered casually. “You might say we’ve forcibly detained Maureen and Sandra so it’s not their fault they were late back for work. It won’t be yours either, so I guess you’ll have to think up some explanation. Maybe you could say the girls found a lost kid in the park and were trying to find who it belonged to. I’ll let you make up the rest of the story.” Will grunted and lifted up one of the papers as if to check who was doing what. Then he lifted up one side so Martha could see Sandra and Maureen sharing his cock. Martha giggled, her fingertips touching her heavily lipsticked lips as she watched the girls giving Will the business. “Your friend is a big lad.” She sounded remarkably calm. “We all are,” Jodi came back. “That’s why we need a big girl like you to give us our daily exercise. How about it, Will, do you think you could work up a sweat shagging Martha?” “Fucking right,” Will said happily. “Get the old bitch on her back with her legs wide open and I’ll fuck her until her false teeth rattle.” Martha’s cheeks flushed a shade deeper than they already were but she rallied well: “No you won’t. I don’t have any false teeth.” Then she stretched out her right hand. There were gaudy rings on each finger and the long nails were painted as red as her lips: “Excuse me.” I watched — as surprised, I guess, as the other guys — as she reached under the papers. I couldn’t see what she was doing but there was a kind of absorbed look on her face, like a housewife checking out the firmness of a piece of fruit on a market stall. Will grinned at her, stuck out his tongue and waggled the tip as a promise of what he’d like to do to her in return. Martha’s eyes lit up with the brilliance of a lighthouse’s windows on a moonless night. “At least your cock is in better shape than your face, young man. But nobody is fucking me in the middle of a park. Isn’t there anywhere else we can go?” Will looked at Jodi for an answer. Maybe he was stunned at Martha’s self spoken eagerness to be screwed at the earliest possible chance. The sun might be shining in a clear blue sky but it seemed to be raining women. Jodi smiled at our latest female acquisition. “Now you mention it, we do have a Bedford van down there at the car park. And it just so happens there’s a double sized mattress in the back. I guess we could let Maureen and Sandra take you down there.” She let go of Will’s cock: “Maureen and Sandra?” “Oh, we’ll come along as well. But if you try to get away and they let you, we’ll take these rather naughty polaroid pics of the girls and pin them up on a church notice board somewhere before we leave town. I bet that would get plenty of people lifting up their eyes to the Lord.” It was a statement which sure lifted up Maureen and Sandra’s eyes — and made them squeal in shock. Sandra’s head came up out of the sliding newspapers to protest and got her a smack on the ear from Will for neglect of duty: “Keep sucking, bitch!” “No need for alarm, ladies,” Jodi said reassuringly. “All you’ve got to do is to finish off Will and then take Martha down to the van. Getting us all inside will be a bit of a squeeze but I guess we’ll manage. Then we’ll go for a little ride to a nice shady spot I know that’s not far away. We’ve got some pies and pop in the van so we can all have a nice little picnic and then go home.” The girls seemed content to settle down to blowing Will again as Martha watched them with eyes as prominent as a dead cod’s. Jacko still had his knife on the back of her knee but Mark was holding her right hand and tracing circles in her palm with his fingertip. I guess my impression of Martha was that she was about as likely to try to run away from us as the average pools winner would be to return a winning check. Jodi beckoned me with his finger and spoke quietly: “Get down to the van. When you see us coming open the doors and put a piece of sacking over the license plate. Hide the chains and the cane underneath the mattress for the time being.” He grinned. “I like to keep the best for last.” “OK.” I stood up. “Yeah, and pick up these bloody coke cans and paper bags and put them in a rubbish bin. I can’t stand people with dirty habits.” pussey sex, sexy matures, good at sex, smae sex marriages, sexy teen models Teasing teen girls plays with her pussyPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Some teens are just naturally able to tease the fuck out of us and this girl gets a little naughty on the floor. She shows off her cute little body and gradually gets down to playing with her tight little pussy too. Read More Click Here!lesbian sex, lesbian sex pictures, wife sex, naked sexy, sex on the street Movie Gallery From Uncensored OrgiesPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
When you want something bad enough there’s nothing you won’t do to get it and this babe wanted cock. Her pussy was aching and her clit was throbbing and she wanted some hard cock deep in her pussy. If it meant she was going to get ass fucked too then so be it Click Here To Visit Uncensored Orgies!sexy costume, cheerleader sexy, sex in the city quotes, video sexo gratis, sex friends using a toys and her sweet fingersPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
Suzy is one of those very fiery redheads that just love to rub her pink little pussy. And on this day she decided to rub and fuck it with her big red toy. She has red hair, red clothes, a red vibrator and a very pink wet pussy. Read More Click Here!blacks sex, middlesex mitsubishi, sex position picture, enema sex, my sex pics Relaxing DinnerPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkIt was an exhausting day. I’d scheduled my classes so that I was free on Tuesday and Thursday, but that
While I’m a senior at college, Kelly is just a sophomore. We met through a mutual friend and really hit it I got home to find Kelly busy in the kitchen. She was dressed in the bodysuit that she wears when she’s “Hold on there, bucko,” she said. “We’ve got a visitor for dinner.” A voice called from the other room. “Hey, Matt. Come on in, the game’s starting.” I grabbed a beer and walked into the TV room. Sitting on the couch was Chuck, my first college “Oh, Bev is home visiting the folks, so I was kind of bored. I called to see if you guys were interested in I sat down next to him and put my feet up on the table in front of the couch. I sipped my beer while Kelly came over to sit between Chuck and me on the couch and I put my arm around her. I was tired and Chuck immediately grabbed Kelly’s other tit and started massaging it. He slowly rubbed her breast while I unzipped the bodysuit and opened it up, exposing Kelly’s beautiful tits. I leaned over and started sucking Kelly got up and took off the bodysuit. She then knelt in front of Chuck and slowly unzipped his pants and “We can’t forget you, now can we, honey?” Kelly said as she turned towards me and pulled out my cock. As I said, Kelly’s a sexual dynamo. She had both of our cocks rock-hard and had no problems about taking I reached over to play with her cunt. She was sopping wet and I quickly inserted a finger up her little fuck- Chuck then leaned over to kiss Kelly on the mouth. She responded by increasing the humping of my hand. As Kelly continued to deep throat Chuck, I got on my knees behind her. I watched as shuck Chuck’s dick I kept teasing Kelly with my finger until she pulled away from Chuck altogether. She looked back at me While Kelly returned to the super blowjob she was giving Chuck, I grabbed her ass with both hands and In front of me, Chuck began to frantically move his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Kelly’s little mouth. At that point, I was close to cumming myself. I was sawing in and out of Kelly’s tight little fuckhole and Kelly then collapsed onto the floor, panting. I sat back myself, my cock covered in the mixed cum of us sex tips, my sex blog, blondes sex, fantasy sex, sexy actress LilheavenPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkI hate clothes. I guess that is the easiest way to say it. I love being naked and I love having sex and the idea of fucking myself with a dildo on my webcam while strangers watch and tell me what to do really gets me off. I am an exhibitionist, but also kind of a voyeur and I love checking out naked people and watching them please themselves. That is all fine and good, but in the end I do want to fuck so I am online looking for a guy (or the right girl) to give it to me hard.Come and see more now! chatsex, sex asian, sex couple, woman sex toy, free lesbian sex video Pregna Hoes - Sexy CindyPosted on 2008-Mar-30 at 05:34 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
I want to introduce Cindy to you. She’s one cute little soon to be Milf. She looks so cute, sweet and innocent. But I’ve known Cindy for quite a while now and I know that she loves guys to cum inside her. The hot juices exploding into her really gets her excited. In fact, its a true cum fetish for Cindy, and she just cant get enough of it. Take a look at her belly. That’s right, all those cum shots deep inside her lovely pussy has gotten her into the Pregna Hoes hall of fame. But being pregnant hasn’t stopped Cindy by any means. Actually she’s into it more now than she ever was before! I noticed that her tits have gotten A LOT bigger and her ass is just perfect now. It took some convincing, and quite a few hot loads of cum from me but Cindy finally decided that she wanted her new found hot pregnant body photographed for all to see. And now you can check out all the hot steamy pictures of this sexy pregnant slut by joining the Pregna Hoes site today.You wont be disappointed. Cindy is showing off all of her luscious body for the camera and for you. Pregna Hoes is by far the hottest pregnant fetish site on the web.Cindy is there waiting for you, so dont miss out on your chance to fill her with all your hot juicy cum over and over again! how to sex guide, sex poems, sexy skirts, sexbomb, friends and sex |
|
