2008-Mar-31 - Special Effects

I’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.

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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.
Dragging in the smell of her perfume and body odors from the silk clinging to my cheeks was an aphrodisiac but it couldn’t have improved the fucking - that was already as good as it gets, ever.

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.”

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Wild Bushy Babes

Marla's pulsating pussy was powerful and pierced. Sharon's was pretty and pink! Together they did things to each other's privates that kept them both in the throes of multiple orgasms. They wedged dildo's up each other's delicate woman

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2008-Mar-31 - BOUNCY

Karen tapped Steffi on the shoulder and told her that Miss Peters wanted to see her in her office right away. Steffi finished buttoning her blouse and asked, “Did she say what she wanted?”
“Nope,” shot back Karen as she hurried out of the locker room, “she didn’t seem upset or anything, she just wants to seeya!” “Christ,” muttered Steffi, “it’s lunch time and I’m being held over after gym class,” as she scooped up her towel and gym clothes and stuffed them in her back pack. She knocked at Miss Peters’ office door and was asked to come in. “Karen said you wanted to see me,” Steffi remarked in a questioning voice. “Yes, Steffi, please sit down,” commented Miss Peters, “I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Steffi sat down and
waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point. In a matter of fact voice, Miss Peters began, “I’ve noticed in gym class that during strenuous exercises your breasts seem to bounce much more than normal.” “I don’t know why,” she continued, “but it’s bad for your chest muscles to have them banging and moving around so much!” Steffi was dumbfounded at this line of inquiry, but she managed to nod her head in agreement and wait for the teacher to continue.
“Now it’s quite evident that you have a much larger chest than most of the other girls in your class, but it’s important that you take proper care of your breasts so that they don’t begin to sag
prematurely!” What I want to know is if you are wearing a proper sports bra during gym class,”
Miss Peters asked? “Oh, yes,” Steffi replied quickly, “here it is,” she said while fishing it out of her back pack! She handed it to Miss Peters who carefully studied the sweaty garment for several seconds before returning her gaze to Steffi. Of course, with a chest your size, this will not do at all,” she opined while flipping the gray bra back to Steffi, “this will not do at all!!!”

Steffi looked blankly at her teacher, not sure of what she should say or do. Miss Peters then asked, “What size bra do you wear under your regular clothes, dear?” “Uh, 36DD,” Steffi replied softly, as this line of questioning was beginning to have an erotic effect on the young girl. “How tall are you, and how much do you weigh,” asked Miss Peters thoughtfully? “I’m five foot three
and one hundred eight pounds,” Steffi answered. Rubbing her shin as if in deep thought, Miss Peters questioned, “Does your mother have a large chest too, it sometimes runs in the family?!?”
“Oh yes,” Steffi replied quickly, “she has a bigger chest than I do, 38E I think, but it’s very large!” “I thought so,” Miss Peters went on, “I think we have a clearer picture of our problem, don’t you?!?” Steffi didn’t really see any “problem”, but she nodded her head in agreement and waited to see what “solution” Miss Peters would come up with!

“I believe the bra you’re wearing now gives you quite good support,” offered Miss Peters, “so I think it’s in your best interest to let me see it so I can recommend the proper bra for your athletic
training!” “Y-you want me to take off my bra,” asked the eighteen year old doubtfully?!? “Come, come child, I don’t have all day, take off your bra and let me see it, right now,” ordered her teacher sharply!!! It was the kind of order you just didn’t refuse, so Steffi stood up slowly and began unbuttoning her white cotton blouse. The room was rife with sexual tension, and as Steffi shrugged her blouse from her thin shoulders, exposing her large bra encased chest to Miss Peters ogling eyes, Steffi’s vagina was soaked with pussy juice! She started to reach around to undo the four hooks holding the back of her bra together, when Miss Peters offered, “Let me help you with that, dear, no use stretching around when I can get it so easily for you!” Steffi stood still as she felt strange warm fingers slipping inside the back of her bra and unhooking it with unusual dexterity. “My, my, four hooks, that is very impressive indeed,” Miss Peters commented softly, “now let me help you slip it off!” Standing behind her, Steffi again felt the warm feminine hands sliding around her sides, pulling the large breast holder with them. Her breasts, while huge, had very little sag to them, and Miss Peters’ warm hand continued around her waist until they were gently cupping her boobs! Steffi froze in near panic, what should she do, scream??? Run away??? Slap her face??? In the end she did none of the above, she simply stood there and let Miss Peters cup and fondle her bulging chest!!! Whispering into Steffi’s ear, Miss Peters said, “You have a most remarkable chest, young lady, so firm and full, we wouldn’t want excess bouncing and jiggling to harm it, would we!?!” “No, ma’am,” an extremely turned on Steffi croaked! Miss Peters removed her hands from her breasts and took her by the shoulders and turned her around so they were facing each other. The lust in Miss Peters’ eyes was unmistakable, and Steffi wasn’t surprised when the older woman dropped her lip to her large pink nipple and took it greedily into her mouth, sucking and licking it like no one ever had before!!!

Steffi’s pussy was by now on fire with hunger, and was desperately in need of orgasmic relief! Keeping her legs tight together, Steffi tried in vain to exert pressure on her throbbing clit! Miss Peters notice the youngster’s predicament and asked, “Is your vagina in need, dear, mine certainly is!?!” Steffi nodded vigorously and begged, “Please, help me, I need it so bad!!!” Miss Peters walked over to the door and locked it, returned to Steffi and ordered, “Okay then, let’s get off all of our things!!!” Steffi, now in a state of unbelievable sexual excitement, practically tore of her remaining clothing, until she was standing totally naked in front of Miss Peters. She watched in quiet anticipation as her gym teacher stripped off her own panties and bra, revealing a tall wiry frame with a very hairy brown bush and pert firm little boobs. It was like Mutt and Jeff, Steffi being short and sensual with her big tits and wide womanly hips, while Miss Peters was tall, thin and athletic. Miss Peters hugged Steffi to her, and kissed her deeply on the mouth, groaning loudly as their tongues intertwined. As they pulled away for a second, Steffi boldly asked, “Are you a dyke or something!?!” Miss Peters nodded and replied, “Yes, I am, I live with a very feminine woman about your size and build, I’m the boss and she does what ever I tell her too!”
“Such as,” questioned Steffi?!? Miss Peters looked the teenager in the eye and responded, “On your knees, and eat it, and I mean right now!!!” With her legs spread wide apart, Miss Peters guided Steffi’s mouth into her steaming pussy and she went on, “This is what I tell her to do, and I have her do it a lot!!!” Steffi was now in a sexual frenzy!!! The aroma of Miss Peters’ vagina
was incredible, and she had never smelled or tasted anything so wonderful in her whole life!!! “Eat me you little bitch,” spat Miss Peters as she hurtled towards her climax!!! “Finger your pussy, you little cunt, I want you to cum with me, bitch, do you understand me?!?” Steffi had already slipped her fingers into her buttery snatch, and her middle finger fairly flew over the head of her erect little clit!!! The smell, the taste, her nipples hard, and her own vagina being masturbated furiously, then–BOOM!!!! Her cunt muscles lurched as her orgasm tore through her quivering pussy, only to be matched by the torrent of pussy juice cascading from the spasming cunt of her gym teacher!!!

While they were dressing, Miss Peters came over and cupped and kissed Steffi’s nipples one last time and said, “You know that when ever I want them, you’ve come, got it!?!” Just hearing the bull dyke order her around made her cunt do another somersault!!! Even though she was only eighteen, from that moment on Steffi knew that she would always be the bitch to some dyke, and not even answering Miss Peters, she turned to face her and exposed her pussy to her. That was all the answer she needed!

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2008-Mar-31 - Hot little slut gets fucked by old man

Natasha had to stay home to watch the house while the plumber did his job. And when he was finished he expected payment but her parents hadn't given her any more. That's ok because this old perv takes it out of mouth and pussy making her suck and fuck his old cock until he blew his load all over her face and in her mouth.

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Blowjobs Masters

Sweet and innocent this babe may look but show her a big cock and she’s down on her knees and slurping on it like any nasty blowjob hoe. This bitch will take the biggest cocks and suck, lick and stroke till the poor guy is ready to explode and then she’ll keep him hanging on. Only when she’s ready will she drive him over the tipping point and take a big load of cum on her face – just like now.

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Pro Sluts

Brian is back and this time he has a new blonde waiting in the wings. She's hot for cock, and his cock is hot to cram itself into a creamy cunt! The two go at it in all sorts of positions, fucking and sucking each other into ecstasy and leaving sticky remnants of their lovemaking all over the place!

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2008-Mar-31 - These guys love the cock

Abbas has always been pretty fond of his very good friend Simon, so much so that he has jerked off many times imagining what it would be like to have sex with him. Only this time Simon is more than willing to let his best bud suck on his cock and stuff Abbas' asshole with his firm barely legal meat! The cumshot on the end of this one is beyond hot, check it out now!

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2008-Mar-31 - Marina Mendoza - Naughty Hiding Spot

I was planning to do an outdoor photo shoot for my website - Marina Mendoza. However, my neighbors were having a get together in their backyard. I like the idea of getting caught, but not by one hundred people and not by my neighbors. Instead, I decided to do it in the stairs that lead from the basement to my backyard. When, I was young I used to be scared of the stairs because I thought it was creepy. Now, it's the perfect place to get a little naughty, and completely out of sight.

Click here to see video clips from my naughty little hiding spot. Right on the stairs, I stripped out of my clothes, leaving on only my boots. I started to finger myself. I tried hard to stay quiet, but I started to moan. Hopefully, no one heard me but even if they did I don't care. I had one amazing orgasm.

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2008-Mar-31 - What do I do with me

Tags:  Only as fate would allow… The shock in her face must’ve been read in volumes. He didn’t move forward, only the muscles in his

What do I do with me

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It had been years since she’d visited the little car hop resturant. She was thinking as she leaned into the newly woodened table. She knew she was going to miss the old one that had sat there. It had the names of her and her first love carved so deep in the wood. No matter what type paint or sealant they’d used. It had never been enough to cover it up. She’d found herself leaning on the edge of the table. The tips of her fingers drawing a lazy heart. When the sound of a man clearing his throat, brought her out of her reverie. “Just a burger and fries please. Mayo, tomato, and pickles. Nothing else.” The deep sound of his laughter made her turn around. Just then her deep green eyes fixed on his sea blue ones.

The shock in her face must’ve been read in volumes. He didn’t move forward, only the muscles in his cheek flinched as he took her in. “Wow, long time no see. I thought that was you. When I pulled up.” He tried to chuckle but it sounded anything but harmonous. “And for the record. I don’t work here” Karen was so thankful she was sitting. She knew if she wasn’t her legs would have surely collapsed and left her laying on the hard cement. Dennis didn’t wait for Karen to comment. Instead he slid onto the seat in front of her. The look on his face was solomn. Yet he tried to make a joke that fell on deaf ears. “Too bad they took our table out huh. It’d be like old times. Oh except your just coming back. Are you staying this time?”

Just at that moment a young girl approached on rollar skates. A pad and pencil in hand. Her mouth worked the thick wad of gum unmercifully. As it snaped’n crackled in her mouth. She reminded her of herself from years ago. Only the hair and eye colors were different. “What can I get for you two?” she’d said after tucking that gum in her cheek. Dennis smiled from me to the girl. “Two cheese burgers, lots of pickles and tomato, with light mayo, and two sodas.” He slipped her a bill and told her to keep the change. The girl smiled’n rolled away. Karen still sat there in disbelief. Her green eyes were melded to those haunting blue ones. The same ones that had kept her awake for months on end.

It seemed as if only a couple of minutes had passed. Yet here the girl was back, the same wad of annoying gum sliding from one side of her mouth to the other as she chit chatted with Dennis. He’d helped her with placing stuff to the table and nodded his thanks. She’d rolled away again without giving her the first word. Had she’d wanted ketchup with her fries. Hell had she even gotten fries. She looked in her little box and sure enough. They were there along with the ketchup.

You know if you don’t say something soon. I’m going to get the impression you aren’t happy to see me……His voice was deeper than I remembered. Yet it was the same. Every word was like an exotic lick to my skin. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. I’d heard….” her voice was in soft unauditable sputters. Had he even heard any of them? Her next word brought him around the table like a shot….”I..I…faint” The sound of crickets churping along with a bright white light was the last thing she remembered seeing.

When her eyes opened her soft groan brought Dennis to attention. He was kneeling by her side with the tips of his fingers brushing lightly over her brow. “Easy Karen, just lay there and relax your alright” She looked around but didn’t recognize anything she saw. The walls were a soft maulted cream. The sofa she was laying on was deep rich brown leather that was over stuffed. So much so, that it swallowed her small frame. The huge bay windows shown the sun so brightly. Dennis must’ve noticed how her deep gems were hesitant at the light. He got up strode across the room and closed the blinds. Within seconds he was back at her side. She was already trying to sit up when he got there.

His strong arm slipped beneath her and helped her up. Then scooped her over onto his lap. His delicate touch was just as she had remembered. Her voice sounded as innocent as a small childs when she asked what happened. He was smiling at her. Those lips had been the sweetest taste she’d ever known. Now she couldn’t bare to take her eyes off them. He explained that she had fainted and he’d brought her home with him. Which was just around the corner from the malt shoppe.

You must be starved, he said grabbing the bag on the table beside of the sofa. He didn’t give her time to say no. He was holding a fry smothered in ketchup. Just the way she liked them to her lips. She opened her mouth to say no thank you. No words came out and he didn’t give her time to close her mouth back without the fry. He fed her the entire burger and fries much in the same fashion. After the last bite was gone he began to dig in the bag for napkins’n muttered. “Wouldn’t you know they forgot the most important thing?” He laughed and it was like music to her ears. She couldn’t help but smile herself. What she wasn’t ready for was what happened next.

He leaned a little closer’n whispered low. You have mayo on the corner of your lips. Her tongue went out instinctively to scoop it up. Just as his did, who retrieved the mayo neither remembered. It was the burning fire that went from his tongue to hers that shook her to the core. He didn’t want to draw away. She didn’t want to either. For what seemed like an hour they set there. Their mouths so close together. Each could feel the other breathing. His strong fingers were brushing the deep auburn silken strands of hair from her face. His nose went up lightly bumping hers. Coaxing her head to lay back a bit. Just as it did his mouth claimed hers.

The soft warmth from his mouth spread to hers. The fire that it kindled turned into a raging fire. His tongue stroked its flames with an urgent need. One that she’d never felt from him before. The soft gasps and moans that rumbled deep in her throat was no match for the low growl that bubbled from his. His hands wove through her thick mane pulling her mouth down roughly on his. His lips was crushing her. Such a sweet torture it was. As again and again his mouth claimed hers. When his fingers pulled her head back. It made her body arch, sending the soft swell of her breast to push tightly along the front of her shirt. The hardness of her nipples were shining through like new pennies.

His palm slid up her side to kneed the taunt pebble like peak. Her deep moan made him kneed it rougher. She twisted around on his lap so that she was straddling him. Either she’d forgotten she was wearing a short mini skirt or she no longer cared. He sure as hell didn’t care. His fingers curled along the button flap of her shirt and ripped it open. The sound of the cloth tearing made her body shiver. So did his as his eyes took in the soft lace of her bra. He leaned his head down and sucked the engorged nipple in his mouth through the sheer fabric. It seemed to swell twice its already hardened state.

His large hands slide behind her down her back and squeezed both cheeks of her ass. Her fingers and become lost in his hair. Pulling tugging, beckoning then pushing away. Each sensation driving him closer to insanity. His fingers tugged at the bra every breath he took becoming more ragged. Her soft narrow middle ground down his lap harder faster. Dry fucking him as his fingers finally unfastened the restraining cups and devoured the first nipple that came to him. The deep suck of air into her lungs. Let him know just how much she’d missed him.

Once she regained her instinction to breath again. Her fingers curled in his deep rich blonde curls pulling his head back. Melding her mouth to his. She was being more aggressive than she’d ever been before. He was loving every second of it. His hands had slid up her skirt and down the back of her panties. Squeezing kneeding the firm cheeks he’d remembered so well. Her body was trembling against his. Need and desire was boiling througout them both. He slid to the edge of the sofa, scooped her up in both arms and walked toward his bedroom.

He fell short the minute her soft warm lips begain exploring the side of his neck. Then dared to dart inside his ear. That being the pit fall. He pressed her against the wall his head pulling back. Growling as a wild animal in a deep rage. This was suppose to be pay back. Yet again she was taking control with that soft fucking mouth. Driving him to the depths of agony. He wasn’t going to let her do it to him this time. Not this time. Not ever again.

His fingers slipped between them’n jerked the button of his jeans to freedom. Practically ripping the zipper down. His knuckles ground deep into her cunt. The soft lace of her matching panties were soaking wet. His groan was feral as he pushed the material to the side and in one mighty thrust filled her body. Her screams shattered the walls of his vengence. He held her tightly his massive rod still buried deep within her wet tightening walls. Juices were flooding out of her soaking her thighs as his. His dark blue eyes searched her green pools…..The tears there were unmistakenable.

He started to pull out but she shook her head. NO, no don’t stop please don’t…..He carried her on to the bed and laid her down. With him still buried so deeply in her nestled heat. His kiss was no longer of a wild animal. Only a wounded one, his kisses had gone from raging fires to soft burning embers as he kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck. He whispered just beneath her ear. He doesn’t have to be painful Karen….let me show you….

With that his fingers slipped between them. The rough calloused hands had become so tender. The pads of his fingers massaged her glistening pearl. It wasn’t long until her middle was bucking up to meet his teasing fingers. Each buck driving herself up and down his thick meaty shaft. Suddenly her head pushed back into the pillows and a loud scream made her body shake beneath his. Her hot juices flooding around him made his hips quicken the pace.

Her fingers began clawing as his hips trying to pull him in deeper. Every thrust having the unmistakenable sound of sex. Within minutes both were groaning screaming out as they climaxed together. He didn’t roll away instead stayed buried right there inside of her. She could feel him shrinking but he didn’t pull away. His fingers were trembling as he touched her face so tenderly. “My beautiful Karen, why didn’t you tell me…” She laughed a bit’n searched his eyes……”After all the months of torture I caused you….would you have believed me? ” He laughs and shook his head. “No probably not….you were an awful tease.”

She leaned up and kissed his feverish lips. “I know, thats why I didn’t tell you.” The bristles of a two day old beard lightly scratched at her soft breast. “Why did you tease me? I wanted you so fuckin bad and you’d just taunt me.” Her fingers lazily combed through his dark trenches. “I wanted you to….I just didn’t want to be a number like the other girls were…..” His lips captured her puckered bud holding it as the tip of his tongue manipulated it to harden even more. “You were never, and will never, could never be a number Karen….. You know I was going to ask you to marry me didn’t you?”

That caught her attention and her fingers froze in his hair….Her voice trembled as she shook her head. Tears sprung to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks….”No….” He simply nodded and kissed the soft valley between her breast….”I was see….” He leaned over never once leaving the soft haven of her body and pulled out the drawer to his night stand and brought a crimson velvet box….He held it closer to her then flipped the lid. Her voice caught in her throat as her watering eyes looked the ring over. It was like none other. Her soft opal birthstone was incrested in jewels right beside of his birthstones. The card he’d hand written was still tucked away in the box. As the simple words stood out to her. She looked up at him and he smiled.

You know, that offer still stands. I’d be a mighty lonely man without you. With your being gone the past few months. I’ve been going crazy. Or can you tell?” He rubbed his scratch chin over her soft breast flesh again and smiled even bigger. She couldn’t say anything simply nodded. He sit up on his elbow and took the ring from her trembling fingers and slipped it onto her ring finger. “Then its settled, you get to love me forever whether you want to or not.” With that his lips crashed into hers and they made love again….and again…..

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2008-Mar-31 - Sexy teen Fucked outside

These two guys are just taking a walk down by the waterfront when they spy a good looking girl disappearing behind some rocks. They surprise her and she hurriedly pulls up her shorts. The guys didn't get to see anything but now they are turned on and curious so they offer her money to show her firm teeny tits. She agrees and Luda pulls her shirt down to show off some very sweet titties. This only turns the guys on more and they somehow manage to talk her into sucking and fucking them. This girl had no idea what was coming but I think she liked when she got DP'ed!

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2008-Mar-31 - The Crack Slut - II

The next day Laura was again needing some crack. Her boyfriend had called that morning to let her know he was tied up in Chicago and wouldn’t be home for several more days. She had told him to get home as soon as he possibly could as she needed more groceries. She had not yet admitted her habit to her boyfriend because she was afraid she would lose him if he found out. She didn’t know how much longer she could fool him though. After he hung up she called her dealer to get some crack. “You know what the deal is, don’t you?” asked the dealer.

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“Sure I do” replied Laura. “How many do I have to do today?

“Oh just three brothers and a sister” replied the dealer.
“I better get more than two rocks today” retorted Laura.

“If you make these brothers and the sister happy you’ll have enough crack to keep even you happy for a while” promised the dealer.

Laura showed up on time dressed in a long dress and high heels. She also decided to wear panties and a bra. As she entered the dealer’s living room she saw three naked black men and a gorgeous naked black chick. The guys were all well hung but not quite as big as the ones she had had the day before. As she entered one of the black guys came over, stopped her and looked her over. “Hey dealer, is the USDA grade AAA you promised?”

“Sure is, take a look” replied the dealer.

The black guy lifted Laura’s skirt and felt her legs. He ran his hand up and over both titties. “Ain’t much meat” he complained.

“She knows what to do with it. This bitch can fuck your brains out” promised the dealer.

“I want to see the rest of her” said the black girl as she came over and removed Laura’s dress. Carl unsnapped her bra so it fell to the floor. The black girl leaned over and took Laura’s tit into her mouth. She bit it which made Laura squeel. Then the black girl named Suzy started sucking her tits as the black guy put his hands inside her panties and started playing with her cunt. The other two black guys came over and Laura was laid down on the carpet. She felt fingers probing her cunt and asshole while others were busy squeezing and kneading her titties. The black girl squatted down over Laura’s face. Lauar reached up and greedily started eating her pussy. She loved to eat pussy and even though this would be her first black pussy she was eager to get started. She just hoped someone would eat her pussy today before they fucked her. Sensing her desire one of the black guys started to do just that. He ran his tongue up and down the crack of her pussy several times as Laura began doing the same thing to the black girl. Sam the black guy eating her pussy had his tongue all the way inside Laura flicking the interior walls of her uterus. He was driving her wild. Just as Laura came Sam traded ends and drove his big black cock into Laura’s pussy. He rolled her over on her side and the a second black man attacked her from behind. About then she felt a dick being forced into her mouth. The girl stayed where she was so Laura found herself being fucked in the pussy and ass while she was giving a third black man a blow job and occassionally licking the black girls cunt.

To say she had been well fucked would have been putting it mildly because for one of the few times in her life Laura didn’t feel the need to find a dick to satisfy the itch between her legs. She also had $300 worth of crack which should keep her until her boyfriend got home if she was careful.

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2008-Mar-31 - September Scott - Rubber Ducky

Hey guys, it’s your favorite redhead amateur teen, Septmber Scott here again. Today, I’ve got some video clips I thought you might enjoy. Check out these short vids of me enjoying a nice, relaxing bath. Well, you know since it’s me I’m doing more than just relaxing. One of my guy friends gave me this rubber ducky. It looks like a normal rubber ducky except this duck is wearing what looks like a leather bondage outfit. And this duck has one more surprise, he likes to vibrate. I like to take him into my bath and play with my ducky. The hot water and vibrating ducky is almost guaranteed to get me off every time. It’s safe to say I love my bubble bath’s except my family is always wondering why I’m in the bath for so long. LOL.

Come join the fun, visit me at September Scott. That’s my website where you can see all my naughty pictures and videos. And you can do a lot more than see them, at my website you can download them so you can watch them anytime you want too. About the only thing you can’t do with my pictures and videos is bring them into the bath with you. For that you’ll need the actual me. LOL.

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2008-Mar-31 - Pregna Hos - Hardcore Vid Clips

Preggo lovers, how it’s going today? Hopefully, I can make your day a little better. Check out these free video clips of a pregna hoe in action. She’s riding cock like it’s going out of style. She’s about to pop out a baby but she’s still horny and craving more cock and more sperm. Sometimes, I wonder about these sluts. You gotta think they take a break sometime. However, luckily for us - they’re still going.

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2008-Mar-31 - The Sex Machine

My eyes sprang open, I groaned and looked
at the clock. It
was three in the morning and there was Larry standing next to
our
bed. I was annoyed, we had not been having a very good

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relationship lately, and like all wives I suspected another
woman. Larry liked money and believed he had married it when
he
married me. He was wrong, he should have married my father.
My
father hated his guts and cut me off. My marriage went
downhill
after that day. Like I said, Larry liked money.
Now he looked so anxious that it was
almost comical, the way
he pinched his legs together like he needed to take a piss.
Larry wanted me to see his latest invention and would not take
no
for an answer. Larry had his moments, I had to admit. As it

turned out this was a turning point, this day was the
beginning
and the end, as you will see in a minute.
Larry was basically a lazy asshole, but
he was also a
mechanical genius in his own way. He could find more ways to
fix
things, or more ways to use things, than anybody I ever knew.

Larry could take an ordinary electrical sander and use it to
mix
paint, scramble an egg while it was still in the shell,
separate
oil from water, and give me a good orgasm. Unfortunately,
Larry
could not use an electric sander to sand. This led to a lot
of

disappointment and unemployment. It also led to me trying to
figure out how to feed us, with no money. Who am I? I’m
Colleen, his wife.
The grocery problem is why there is a
story to tell. Larry
came up with a new invention, and as usual he wanted to test
it
on me first. He dreamed of selling his invention for millions.

He dreamed that way a lot, but he is about 999,999,99 dollars
short.
Don’t mind me, I’m pissed because half
the things that make

life worth living, are gone, or so it seems. I haven’t seen
my
vibrator or hair dryer in over a week. Ok, on with the
story.

“Colleen, you’ve got to try this,” Larry
insisted, full of
enthusiasm and disregarding the fact that the clock said 3:00
o’clock in the morning.
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” I
complained and rolled back
over. I rolled over so he was facing my back. I knew he
wouldn’t go away, he never did. I was hoping my firm, softly

scented ass would distract him. He always liked the little
blue
teddy I was wearing. I would have woken up for sex, hell
what
women wouldn’t? It worked somewhat, he sat on the bed beside
me
and ran his hand over my bare leg, then massaged my firm ass
for
a moment.
“Colleen, please,” he pleaded. I had
almost fallen asleep
again, his pleading voice annoyed the shit out of me.
“What, Larry, what is so fucking
important that I have to get
up at 3 in the morning to see it?” I yelled, mad enough to
start

hitting him with any heavy, handy object I could lay my hands
on.
“I… I can’t tell you, you have to
experience it for
yourself. I promise it’s the most fantastic thing you have
ever
seen.
“Shit, it better be or you’ll be talking
to my lawyer. I’ve
had enough of this early morning shit to last a lifetime.”
“I do my best work at night,” he
whined.
“And we starve because of it,” I growled
as I threw on my
bath robe.

“Come on,” he pulled my hand and I was
jerked along behind
him. In a moment I was startled by the cold of outside,
sneaking
up under my knee length bathrobe.
“What the hell, Larry?”
“It’s in the garage.”
“You could have warned me. I could have
dressed warmer.”
“It doesn’t matter, everything has to
come off anyway,” he
said, still tugging on my hand. Before I could object I
found
myself in the garage. The car had long since refused to fit
in

the crowded garage, but there had been an open area in the
middle
of all the junk, where more junk could be put. Now even that
was
full. The garage was packed with stuff from wall to wall.
The
center of the floor was now filled with a metal corrugated
coffin, of some sort.
“Oh, you’ve invented a coffin,” I said
sarcastically.
“Huh? No, it’s something better, you’ll
see,” Larry said as
he tried to strip me. He flipped a switch on the side of the
coffin. I heard a familiar sound and shook off his hands as
he

tried to strip me. I followed the source of the sound until
I
found my hair dryer mounted on the bottom of the coffin.
There
were also several motors, tubes, wires, and a sander under
there.
“Larry, you fucking asshole. You know
I’ve been looking for
that hair dryer for over a week. Why didn’t you tell me you
had
it?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said
lamely as he undid the
tie on my teddy and pulled it open. My firm ample breasts
felt
the cooler air and the nipples hardened immediately. Larry

either didn’t see, or didn’t care. In a moment I stood
totally
naked and completely furious. I was making divorce plans in
my
head as I stood there naked and shivering in our garage.
Larry yanked open the coffin… ok it was
probably a missile
storage box, he picked up stuff like that at the government
auctions, but it looked like a coffin. Anyway, Larry yanked
open
the lid of the coffin and I found the top and bottom lined
with
the heavy rubber used to line ponds. The outline inside was
the
shape of a human body, it was a woman’s body, but I had not
been

the model. I reminded myself to ask him who the model had
been,
once I got over the shock of the moment.
I moved closer to the coffin, curious
despite myself. I
almost jerked away and ran, but I was intrigued by what I saw
inside. It looked like I had found my butt plug vibrator.
The
top of the lid had a hole where my pussy would be. I found
the
tip of my vibrator inside the dark hole.
Larry pulled out the huge bottle of
cooking oil I had been
searching for and with a large paintbrush he began painting
the

interior of the coffin. Every womanly curve of the interior
was
soon oily, especially the butt plug and dildo. Larry went
around
to the lid, unsnapped an area near the head, and pulled the
rubber head off the woman’s image. IF I got inside, my face
would be out in the open now. Without asking, Larry tried to
push me into the coffin. I reluctantly neared it and climbed
the
stool.
“When you get inside, slide your ass over
the butt plug,” he
said enthusiastically. I noticed that he had a raging hard-on.

If I had a prick I would have had a raging hard-on too.
With a great deal of work I got inside of
the slippery rubber
image without killing myself. I slowly eased my ass down
over
the butt plug and sighed in satisfaction when it slid up
inside
me. The hair dryer had warmed the rubber and the butt plug.
I
suddenly realized what the hair dryer was for, but I still
didn’t
forgive him for taking it.
“Now I’ll close the lid,” Larry said as
he lowered the lid

over my body. The upper impression had slightly larger
breasts
than I did. I started reviewing possible candidates in my head.

My eyes bugged out when I felt something trying to push it’s
way
inside my pussy.
“Relax,” Larry said belatedly. “It will
slide up inside you.
Tell me when it’s in far enough and I’ll stop,” he said. I
looked down and saw his hands on a small lever near my right arm.

If he had cut a slot in the side I could have operated it myself.

It was the lever off the lazy boy chair, something else that
had

been missing for a while.
“I had to admit, Larry had a fantastic
invention. The oily
rubber lining felt wonderful on my body. The butt plug and
dildo
would feel wonderful too, then he turned them on.
“Ready?” he asked with a smile.
“Sure, let her rip,” I said in a bored
voice the belayed my
excitement.
“Ok, I’ll start it on the lowest
setting,” he said
enthusiastically. I waited a minute and all hell broke lose.

The butt plug and dildo came to life, as I had expected, but
much
more was happening too. I was feeling vibrations in all the
sensitive areas of my body, especially on my neck, near my
ribs,
on my ass, and in the pelvic region. But that was just four
of
many. My nipples were being stimulated by both vibration and
something that seemed to be going back and forth, strumming
my
nipples like a finger waving back and forth. It was
incredible!
“Faster?” Larry asked mischievously,

“Oh yeah,” I said in a dreamy voice.
He looked a little surprised, but he
kicked it up a notch. I
melted inside his invention as I felt even more areas being
stimulated by vibrations. The dildo vibrated inside my wet
pussy, trying to match it’s rhythm with that being produced
by
the butt plug and other vibrations around my body. They made
a
humming tune as they aroused a hundred sleeping areas of my
body,
places that had never been stimulated before. As far as I
knew
Larry only knew of two sensitive areas on a woman’s body,
other

than the tits and pussy, those were the neck and the crease in
my
thigh. But the less obvious areas were being stimulate too,
like
the lower sides of my body, the inner thighs, and the area
under
my tits that loved to be licked and kissed. It seemed like
every
erotic point on my body was being stimulated, and Larry was
too
stupid to know where they were. He’d had lots of help setting
up
that machine, and not just on the impression inside the
machine.
It could have been seconds, or hours, but
I began feeling an
incredible warmth in my ass and pussy. As the warmth built
my

eyes opened in horror, wondering if Larry was smart enough to
turn off the machine when my body grew sensitive. Too late,
my
orgasm struck. I opened my mouth wide in a silent scream and
tried to hump my pussy against the vibrator. But the butt
plug
and confinement inside the coffin stopped me. I wanted to
mash
my tits in my hands, but I couldn’t reach them. Over and over
I
let out screaming gasps, afraid the neighbors would hear if I
didn’t control myself.
“Turn… turn it off!” I gasped. Larry
reached down and

turned a dial, slowly lowering it to zero. I lay gasping for
breath, not believing what I had just felt. When he pushed
the
lever and the dildo slid out of me, I pushed up the lid and
sat
up, with Larry’s hand behind my back for support. With an
effort, I climbed out and almost fell on my face when the oil
on
my feet slid on the cement floor. Larry grabbed me and held
me
up. I looked at the satisfied smile on his face and for some
reason I hated him. Maybe it was the fact that he could
manipulate me like that, or maybe it was knowing that he had
been

out in the garage with some NAKED woman, working on this
project
while I bagged groceries so we could survive.
“You need to make the controls so I can
reach them from
inside,” I said breathlessly.
“I’m already working on that, it’s a
simple change,” he said
with an assurance that he had not shown for years.
“So how did you like it?” he asked
needlessly.
“Oh, it’s ok,” I said blandly.
With a disappointed look, Larry locked in
the rest of the lid

and started the automatic wash cycle in the coffin. I smiled
when my back was turned and began making plans for my next
sexual
adventure in the machine. I also walked out of the garage making

future plans in my head.

You may wonder why this fantastic machine
is not on the
market, after all it’s been over a year since Larry invented it.

There’s not much doubt that every woman would like one.
Well,
that’s my fault. You see it will never come out on the market,
I

was given the device in my divorce decree.
Instead of going to work the next morning
I went down to the
local coffee shop and had coffee, then I circled around and
parked a block from home. When I arrived at the garage what
to
my wondering eyes should appear? Peggy, the next door
neighbor
bitch dressed in a bathrobe. Larry greeted her eagerly with
a
kiss and hurried her inside. My last thought, before I
turned
around and called my lawyer, was that Peggy’s tits didn’t
look
much bigger than mine, but her ass certainly did.

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2008-Mar-31 - Night Vision Goggles

Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car,
circling the little dirt turnaround as he held his breath,
horrified at the damage the dirt rode could be doing to his new
Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over
huge, bolder-sized rocks. He was following a pair of dirt wheel
tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing
area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as
they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only
signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately
seeking escape.
Officer Tim was not simply out
sightseeing, he was Code-5, on assignment. A series of
burglaries had taken place in the nearby housing area, and he was
there on stakeout. He believed it was a token gesture to please
the civilians. Burglary stakeout had a 100 to 1 shot of ever
succeeding. The prowler had a million places to rob, but a cop
could only watch one. A famous park burglar had gone nearly ten
years before he was finally caught, and the authorities had
staked out nearly every park on Earth.
Normally, such attention would not be
given to a simple string of burglaries, except for the fact that
his captain lived in the complex, and the residents were
screaming for justice. Tim was there to provide it. Tim would
rather be out on the highways, cruising along and enjoying the
scenery, but Tim was a rookie and Tim did what he was told.
Tim was mad, and Tim was bored, but Tim
liked being employed. He did not join the force to sit amid a
jungle of tumble weeds and sage brush. He wanted action, high
speed pursuits, take-downs, and investigations.

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“This sucks,” Tim said as he turned off
his engine. He sat there in silence, listening to the click of
cooling metal, checking out his surroundings. They too sucked.
He could see that a thousand teenagers had used the area to get
high, get drunk, or get fucked. The area was littered with
paper, bottles, and condoms. It was dirty and dusty, and it
stank.
“This sucks,” he said again. He opened
his thermos of coffee and poured the metal cup half full. He
watched the condensation from the stopper drip on his pants,
while he replaced the stopper and sipped his coffee. His shift
had started at 5:00 o’clock pm. It was now 6:20 pm. He had to
sit out in the sagebrush for at least five more hours, before he
could head back to the station.
“Fucking shit,” he whispered, while
digging an apple out of his briefcase. He punched up the latest
info on his computer screen. Nothing had changed, the same
perpetrators were being sought throughout the state, and his own
burglaries simply ready “Under Investigation”. Yeah, he knew
about their investigation. He WAS their investigation, he
thought as he bit into the apple.
Tim suddenly remembered the large black
plastic case he had been given. It came under the heading of
special ops equipment. He slid the cup up on the dash, clamped
the apple in his teeth and turned to pull the case out of the
back seat. He turned the case so it faced him and opened it.

He had been in the Army for several
years, and even though he had never used them, he recognized the
night scope gleaming in the case before him. The black foam
rubber in the case still smelled new. He pried the night vision
scope out and turned it in wonder. Technically, it was day/night
vision monoculars, he observed as he pulled the user’s guide from
the case. It had it’s own 9 volt infrared light source and a
simple on/off lever. It was idiot proof.
“Fucking A,” he said, taking the scope
out and looking at it in wonder. He knew it was expensive, up to
a thousand dollars, the last time he’d checked. He held it up to
his eye, it was a normal scope in the daylight. Good, he didn’t
have to worry about burning out the unit in bright lights, or his
eyeball. Suddenly his day became infinitely brighter. He may be
pulling shit duty, but at least he had a grown-up toy to play
with. As he finished his apple, and
sipped his coffee, he couldn’t wait for night to fall.

“Seven Delta Six, what’s your status?”
the radio asked, destroying his daydream of pulling over a woman
in a short skirt.
“Dispatch, this is Seven Delta Six, 10-
75, Code-5,” Tim said hurriedly, meaning he was on sight and
staking out the area.

“10-4, Seven Delta Six, Captain Raleigh
wishes to inform you that he will be 10-10 at this location. He
doesn’t wish to disturb the perpetrator by arriving in a marked
unit.”
“10-4, dispatch, I’ve got it covered.
His family is in good hands,” Tim said, opening his sandwich.
“Dispatch out,” the radio said.
He turned it down and watched the lights
blinking on in the nearby housing area, while he chewed his
sandwich. Night was falling. A car pulled up behind him,
stopped, then backed out of sight with great speed. Tim laughed,
eating his sandwich. He doubted if they would have sex again for
at least a week, after that scare. Suddenly he wondered if the
car might have belonged to the perpetrator, rather than young
lovers. What better place to hide your car during a robbery?
Suddenly the lights came on in 2-h. He
was very familiar with that apartment, he had attended semi-
formal functions in Captain Raleigh’s apartment before. There
had been one wetting-down ceremony and a bachelor party for the
desk sergeant. He also new and worshiped Mrs. Raleigh, aka
Sadie, a 32 year old blonde that looked like a Valeric right out
of Norse mythology. She was strong, slender, and physically
perfect. He couldn’t help but lick his lips every time he saw
her, which did not exactly endear him to the Captain, but did
wonders for his wife’s ego.
Tim grabbed up the monocular and held it
too his eye. She was untying her hair. She shook it out while
looking out the window in his direction. Tim knew she couldn’t
see him in the evening darkness, she was looking at the lights of
the city, far beyond him. He turned and looked himself. Yes, it
was a million dollar view at night, with several magnificently-
lit freeways one bordering the Kern River and reflecting in it’s
surface. Car lights lit the nearby roads like Christmas lights,
red in one direction, white in the other. And beyond all this
was the magnificent lights of Bakersfield. Bakersfield was
splendid at night, with a million multi-colored lights shimmering
in the residual desert heat.
Tim was distracted by headlights flashing
on the scenery in his mirror. They were bouncing, shining up
toward the sky as the auto weeded it’s way up the hill.
Was it a prowler, or a young couple
looking for a make-out area? He couldn’t sit there wondering, he
had a job to do.
Tim threw open his door, grabbed the
monocular and pelted down the road toward the headlights. He
ducked into the bushes, just as the headlights dropped,
highlighting the area where he’d been running. Safely hidden in
the brush, he brought the monocular up to his eye and focused in
on the approaching vehicle. There was one occupant in the
vehicle, a young white male of about 18 or 19. He thought this
was suspicious until the car drew closer and he could make out
the back of a female’s head, bobbing in his lap.

Tim giggled, waiting for the car to pull
alongside his position. He knew the boy would see his cruiser
and slam on the brakes in about 15 seconds. When it passed he
had an excellent view of the girl giving him a blowjob. She was
cute. He’d rather see her naked.
Suddenly the boy slammed on the brakes.
Dirt and gravel flew as he slammed the car into reverse and sped
down the dirt road in reverse. The girl’s head popped up when he
went careening off the ridge of dirt bordering the dirt road.
The car swerved back and forth until it backed out of sight.
“He didn’t like my cruiser,” Tim mumbled
to himself. “Get a room,” he said a little louder. “I need an
unmarked car,” he mumbled, deep in thought.
Tim suddenly remembered the snakes,
broken glass, and garbage littering the area. Hopping out of the
brush, he leaped into the dirt road, then trudged back to his
cruiser. He paused next to the car and rested his elbows on the
roof. He brought the monocular up to his eye and surveyed the
Raleigh apartment. Sadie was nowhere in sight. There was a new
metal starburst clock above the cream colored couch, he noticed.
That hadn’t been there the last time he visited. He could see a
bright lamp in the living room window, and the white wall of the
dining room beyond. Sadie was nowhere around… wait a minute,
he thought. He focused in on the balcony and found Sadie lifting
the cover of a hottub. She was wearing a white towel around her
body. Even as he saw this, she pulled it off and tossed it over
the back of a white plastic chair. She stood naked and glorious
for the world to see. Of course she would be in complete
darkness and feel it was safe to walk nude on her own balcony.
She didn’t expect a peeping Tim with a night vision scope.
He had a complete view of her glorious
nudity as she walked up the steps of the hottub, and then back
down inside. She sat, presenting him with only a view of her
face and arms.
“You beautiful fucking bitch,” he groaned
to himself. “You beautiful sweet fucking bitch.”
His cock was throbbing in his pants. He
mashed it against the side of the cruiser, while he watched and
waited for her to finish her bath and stand again. He knew it
would be a long wait, but she was worth it.
Tim suddenly realized that he needed to
take a piss. He laid down the monocular, turned and unzipped his
pants. It took a moment for him to grow soft enough to piss.
Once he did, the memory of her golden, glorious body made him
hard almost immediately. He turned back to the car, reluctant to
put his cock back into his pants. The metal was cold against his
cock, as he leaned against the cruiser and picked up the
monocular once more. He was just in time. Sadie was sitting on
the edge of the hottub, drying the upper half of her body, while
letting her feet kick in the warm water.
“It must be too hot,” he said in happy
amazement. What fucking luck. He ogled her breasts as she went
about her business. First she dried her hair, then she reached
behind her and took a brush off a table. She sat brushing out
her hair, looking toward the lights of Bakersfield.

Tim found himself trying to fuck the side
of his police cruiser. He looked down to see his cock rubbing
against the top of the crest. He was fucking the G in highway.
Holding the monocular in his left hand, he began stroking his
cock with the right. That was much better, he thought as he
watched his captain’s wife. Her legs were closed and facing him,
but at an angle. He wished that she would open them so he could
see her blonde triangle of hair, and those sweet pussy lips. Of
course she was being more than cooperative as it was. Then, as
if by magic, she lifted her left leg and inspected her foot.
THERE IT WAS, GOLD! He had a clear,
unobstructed view of her sweet pussy. Stroking is cock madly, he
thanked his lucky stars. It took only a moment for his cock to
warm, pulse, then explode. He turned away from the car and bent
forward. His cock shot thick cum into the bushes and garbage
beside his cruiser. He had added his own seed to that of a
hundred previous visitors, he thought as he opened the door,
reaching for the kleenex box. He realized his mistake
immediately, as the dome light of the car, designed to be bright
to help do paperwork inside, lit the lower half of his body, and
the surrounding bushes. He gasped in horror and slammed the
door. A quick check in the monocular, showed that Sadie was
rushing back into her apartment.
“You stupid fuck,” he growled at himself.
“You fucking moron,” he said, pulling the kleenex through the
window. He wiped the end of his cock, then tossed the kleenex
back inside. He was only a hundred yards from the apartments.
She had certainly seen his penis, if not his face. He was
dead.
Tim zipped his pants, tossed the
monocular into the cruiser and sat, slamming the door behind him.

His pants were all sticky, with lubricant
and cum. He was a mess. He was tempted to go home immediately
for a change of clothes, but leaving his post was grounds for
dismissal. He needed this job.
“You stupid fuck,” he said, pounding the
steering wheel. He gasped and grabbed the cup of coffee before
it could spill in his lap. A look of amazement crossed his face.