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“Hey, Peg, come in here and help me for a minute, will ya please,” her husband John called from inside the garage!?!” Peg Burton got up off her knees where she was planting some young tomato plants in her garden, and after standing up and dropping her

gloves to the ground, she walked the thirty some feet to the garage in search of her husband!!! “John,” she asked softly, “where are you, why are the lights off, come on now, stop fooling around!!!” She carefully turned around, looking into every nook and cranny of the large two stalled building, but just when she was about to slip out the door and go back to her gardening, her husband quietly came up behind her and reached around her to grab her large heavy breasts while nibbling on her ear!!! “John,” she gasped while trying playfully to pull away from him, “stop that this instant, what if somebody sees us!?!” “Who’s gonna be coming in here,” he replied while lifting the front of his wife’s shirt and running his hands all over her low cut bra and breasts, “besides, it’s been almost six hours since I fucked your hot little pussy!!!”

Peg knew that struggling was hopeless when John got her in his powerful grasp, but the insistent caressing of her boobs and the nibbling on her ear had swept away any last vestiages of resistance, so when he leaned her over the trunk of their car and jerked down her jeans and panties, she not only helped him kick them off and away from her, she willingly spread her leads while begging him to take her!!! “Oh god, John,” she moaned as his thick pecker pressed ferevently inside of her now drenched pussy, “you’re a fucking machine, h-how do you do it!?!” “I just stare at your big ass and tits and it just happens,” he whispered while biting her on the neck, “and you know how much I love your pussy!!!” For the next five minutes John Burton literally attacked his wife’s pussy with a series of vicious thrusts that boardered on the brutal, but in the end, she begged him to fuck her harder while her pussy spasmed hard as a shower of orgasms rained down on her

vagina, leaving her a wasted hot bitch on the cold garage floor!!!

“Your kidding me,” Donna replied with a touch of awe in her voice, “you mean he just lured you into the garage to fuck you on the trunk of the car!?!” “Yep,” Peg replied, “he’s almost fifty years old and he fucks me as much as he did when we were twenty five, and I just love it!!!” “I’m totally jealous,” Donna replied wistfully, “if I get it once every two weeks I’m happy, and even then it usually isn’t the greatest, I wonder how he’s doing it, ya know that isn’t exactly normal for a guy fifty years old!?!” “I don’t know,” Peg replied with a cat who ate the canary smile, “but all I know is that my pussy is the happiest it’s been in years!!! “Does he suck you too, or is it just straight sex,” Donna asked softly!?! “It’s all kinds,” Peg replied, “I suck him, he sucks me, and we both fuck each other, and sometime we suck each other at the same time, even!!!” “God I just love doing sixty nine,” Donna said softly, “do you swallow or let him shoot it on your boobs!?!” “Donna,” Peg replied in exasperation, “that’s getting a little bit personal don’t you think!?!” After thinking about it for a moment, Donna shook her head from side to side and replied, “No, not really, so which is it, in the mouth or on the tits!?!”

After Donna had gone home, Peg poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down to read a magazine, but something that Donna had asked kept nagging at her in the back of her mind!!!” “I wonder,” she muttered out loud, “why is he fucking me like a maniac after all these years, what could it be!?!” For the next twenty minutes or so she paged aimlessly through her magazine while she tried putting together a theory on her husband’s newly active libido when like a thunderbolt from the skies it hit her, “The son of a bitch is having an affair!!!” She picked up the phone and rapidly dialed Donna’s number, and when after three rings her friend answered, Peg blurted out acidly, “I think he’s having an affair, is that what you thought!?!” “Welllll, I didn’t want to make any unwarrented accusations,” Donna replied, “but unless he’s discovered the fountain of youth, that would be my guess, so what are you gonna do about it, girl!?!” “What we’re gonna do,” Peg replied grimly, “is catch him in the act and cut off his balls and feed them to the dog, that’s what!!!” “Not tooooo upset, are we,” Donna replied with a giggle, after which the two women went over their plan to catch a rat!!!”

“Do you think he’ll see her today,” Donna asked as she pulled into traffic and followed John’s car on his way to the office!?! “He’s got it bad,” Peg replied evenly, “he fucked me this morning before breakfast and he’s gonna need her bad to keep up his pace, so don’t worry, he’ll be seeing her today!!!” “I suppose it’s a stupid question,” Donna posed, “but what if it’s his secretary and they’re doing it in his or her office!?!” “Then we’d be screwed,” Peg replied, “but it isn’t his secretary!?!” “Are you sure,” Donna asked doubtfully!?! “He’s had the same woman as his secretary for over ten years now,” Peg answered, “and believe me, she’s way to old to be having this kind of affect on him, take it easy now, don’t get too close, we don’t want him to see us!!!” Donna eased off on the accelerator for a few seconds, allowing John to pull a little farther ahead of them, and when he cruised right by his normal turn to work, both women looked at each other before Peg ordered, “This is it, so be on your toes!!!

“Well, at least she lives in a nice place,” Donna joked as they stopped about a half a block away from the large house John had stopped his car in front of!!! “Very funny,” Peg replied, “now let’s go,” as the two of them got out and walked the rest of the way on foot!!! “Are you going to ring the bell,” Donna asked!?! “No,” Peg whispered, “let’s give them a few minutes and then we’ll go in unannounced, that should give them plenty of time to get into a compromising situation!!!” Peg checked her watch frequently for about three or four minutes before nodding her head and trying the door knob, “It’s open, let’s go!!!”

The two women padded quietly up the stairs, and for the first time they heard a man’s voice and a woman giggling as they approached the bedroom!!! “Oh, John,” a feminine voice sighed, “I just love it when you suck me like that, ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy, mmmmm yes, right there, mmmmmmm you know just how to do that don’t you, you bad boy!?! A hard look spread over Peg’s face, and after pulling a thirty eight from her purse, she nodded to Donna, as the two of them burst into the room, practically scaring the two lovers to death!!!

“W-what do you want,” the young blonde with her legs spread wide apart asked fearfully!?! “Tell her, John,” Peg replied icily, “tell her all about it dear husband of mine!!!” “Uh now, Peg,” he stammered while trying to cover himself up with the covers,

“ya see, honey it’s like this…..” “Don’t honey me, you two timing piece of trash,” she spat at him, “now what shall we do with them, Donna, do you have any ideas!?!” “I”m kinda partial to your plan,” Donna answered with a giggle!!! “Oh that plan,” Peg replied, “you mean the one where we cut off his nuts and feed them to the dog!?!” “Exactly,” Peg exclaimed, “what do you think of that idea, missy, how would you like lover boy here if I cut off his balls!?!” “Y-you wouldn’t dare,” she replied incredulously, “and I want you out of my house this instant or I’m calling the police!!!” “Sure thing, cunt,” Peg answered evenly, “but first we’re gonna make a few home movies, you know, keepsakes for our old age, so why don’t you two pick up where you left off before you were so rudely interupted!?!”

When both John and the blonde began whining and protesting, Peg pulled back the hammer of the gun and said grimly, “Don’t make me use this, now John, darling, get your mouth down there and get her off, and no faking, I wanna see some real action!!!” Out of a paper bag she had been carrying, Donna produced a loaded video camera, and within a matter of seconds, she had it turned on and was filming away!!! “Suck her, John,” Peg spat, “you can do better than that, now lick her clit!!!” Even under these adverse circumstances, the blonde slowly but surely began moaning as John’s tongue flicked incessantly over her distended clit, and while the camera rolled, catching it all for posterity, the first of several hard orgasms tore through her as her lover tongued her for all he was worth!!! “Very nice, John,” Peg said softly, “you did such a nice job, that we’re going to reward you, so honey, if you don’t mind, his dick, in your mouth, and make it snappy, we don’t have all day!!!”

Peg didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she had to admit that this twenty something blonde was certainly a cocksucker extraordinaire, because John got a boner almost the instant her mouth closed around his flaccid shaft, and for the next several minutes she watched almost nauseated while her husband finally deposited his load down the hussy’s hot throat!!!” “That was the best, baby,” John said to the blonde, in an effort to tweak Peg’s psyche, “I wish my wife was half as good!!!” “That’s enough,” Peg spat, “shut your fucking mouth, you bastard!!!” “Come on, Peg,” he teased, “you’re and old hag, over the hill, just look at how smooth and taut Inge’s skin is, and her hair, pure spun gold, not gray and mousy!!!” That did it, Peg flung the gun at John’s head, just missing him by inches, and then in a wild furry, she attacked the two lovers with her bare hands, clawing and screaming while trying to scratch their eyes out!!!

“I-I’ll fucking kill you both,” Peg screamed,” just let me get my hands on you, you mother fuckers, but much as it was at home, John was just too big and strong for her as he quickly held her down, and then while laughing evilly, tore off her clothing with his free hand and with a nod of his head, ordered his little fuck doll to suck his wife off!!! “Take my word for it, Peg,” he said soothingly, “Inge just has a knack for oral sex, but I guess you’re finding that out for yourself aren’t you, baby!?!” She hated both of them for it, but her pussy was just to responsive to this kind of treatment, and as the voracious mouth of the cocksucker blonde ate her pussy alive, her whole body stiffened as a brutally satisfying orgasm smashed through her cunt, leaving her shaking and drooling in a state of total and complete shock!!! Donna was nervously taping all of the action, but now with Peg as the star of the show, she wondered if she should turn it off or keep going, but it was so fucking hot to watch, she just kept it rolling while hoping for the best!!!

“Now, we’re gonna give her one last lesson,” John said evenly while taking his place between his wife’s thighs and situating Inge’s pussy over his protesting wife’s mouth!!! Slowly but surely John began steadily stroking his big cock in and out of his wife’s hairy old pussy, and with a pussy that was as finely tuned as a Ferrari, Inge pressed her open cunt directly onto Peg’s mouth, and with absolutely no mercy, ground her needy cunt all over the stunned woman’s face, while John fucked her pussy like there was no tomorrow!!! Of course with John and Inge working her over from each end, it took almost no time at all for Peg to rapidly appoach an orgasm that threatened to tear her pussy to shreds, but she wasn’t alone, as both Inge and John were on the same schedule, as her pussy spasmed wildly and John’s pecker wrenched as all three of three of them collapsed in mass of interwoven arms and legs gasping for breath while their genitals experienced the remaining vestiges of their incredible climaxes!!!

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“Ya know what, John,” Inge asked!?! “What, baby, tell me,” he replied softly while stroking both his wife’s and Inge’s thighs!?! “I think that your wife would be a perfect addition to our little group, don’t you!?!” “What do ya think about that, Peg,” he asked!?!

“After giving Inge’s pussy one last little kiss, Peg replied softly, “The family that plays together, stays together!!!”

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I work part time, some nights at an office. I really don’t do much work, I file paperwork, sometimes I have to answer the phone but most of the time I’m just there so that someone is in the office in case something happens. I probably spend most of my time working on my homework. It’s a pretty conservative office so I have to wear a suit, but after everyone goes home I lose the suit jacket and sometimes a lot more. I get so horny being in the offices all alone. I’ll admit, I’ve started bringing one of my dildos, hidden inside my purse. When I’m completely alone, I take it out and put it to work. Tonight, I ended up masturbating on my bosses desk, imagining it was him fucking me. I got so wet and I came so hard! Click here to see the video clips of all the naughty fun I have all alone in the office.

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I got so horny today! I mean I get horny a lot, but this time I couldn’t think about anything else. I don’t know why either. All I know is that when I got home I went straight to my bedroom. My clothes started coming off, falling to my bedroom floor and within a few seconds I was completely naked on my bed. I just had to touch myself, I would’ve loved a nice hard cock but I needed satisfaction right then. At first I was just rubbing between my lips. I was so freakin’ wet.Then, I started to finger myself. It felt so good. I used just two fingers, but it was more than enough in my tight pussy. My body started to move like I was getting fucked. My breathing got so heavy. I started to moan. I tried to keep it quiet but I couldn’t. I was worried everyone in the house was going to know what I was doing. It wasn’t long before I was cumming. I definitely needed that.

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When he picked her up in a bar he didn’t know what was hiding under her skirt. When she first let him have a peek he couldn’t believe his eyes because that babe had one sweet hairy snatch. He couldn’t wait to get his fingers into those tight curls or to run his tongue down through it and onto her clit. Of course that was only the start of the action and the bitch knew she was going to get that hairy snatch soaked in hot cum.

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Colleen pushed the pedal and the truck sped up. There were about three days to go, but Colleen knew if he sped up he could make it faster. He really wanted to arrive as soon as possible. He was looking forward a two-week vac, parties with his friends, sex with his wife. Although he was a bit tired of his wife. They were married for ten years, and she wasn’t as sexy and young as before. She was 36. Colleen wanted to try somebody else, young chicks with smooth velvet skin, with great firm boobs, and slender bodies. But now he hadn’t had sex for ten days. He was ready to fuck any girl he met, no matter whether she was young or old.

The highway was free, there were rear cars sweeping past. Soon there was just his heavy trailer riding along the road. He saw a girl standing by the curb. She saw his trailer and thumbed. When getting closer he saw the girl was a teen of about 18-19 in a light summer dress and sneakers. She had her hair in a pigtail, fringe covered her forehead. He saw a big bag lying on the ground by her side.

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“I’ll give her a ride, otherwise she’ll just freeze here,” Collen thought, “and the girl’s cute. Besides, it’s more fun when you have a fellow traveler.”

He pulled over. The car stopped by the girl. Colleen bent over and opened the door. The girl looked up at him.

“Hi! Are you going to the city?” She asked him.

Colleen nodded. “C’mon get in.” He told her.
Colleen started the car.

“I’m Isabel, hi.”
“I’m Colleen, nice to meet you Isabel.”

The girl was silent. Colleen looked in the rear-view mirror to see the girl better. He saw her reflection in the windshield too. She had long fair hair, a round pale face without any makeup, a turned up nose, and small plump lips. She wasn’t very tall. Her breasts were small. The dress was short enough to let Colleen see her slender slim legs. He was looking at the girl sideways. He liked her smooth white skin. He wanted to… He tried to imagine what her bare breasts could look like. They were supposed to be pretty perky with small pink nipples. He wanted to touch them, caress them… His dick was getting harder. Colleen was really excited.

“Hey, she’s too young for me!” He told himself. He thought it was better if he spent time talking.
“So your name is Isabel, right?”

The girl nodded.

“Where are you from?”
“I’m from the town you passed by when picking me up.”
“Why are you alone?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Colleen smiled. Then he looked at his companion again. Isabel was sitting half turned to the window. She was gazing into the window. She kept her hands on her knees playing with the dress rim. Colleen couldn’t help imagining the way he could caress her skin, kiss her neck… The dick got hard. He was hot.

“Hey girl! I wish you knew what you’re doing to me!” He thought. He had a picture in front of his eyes: he, a 38-year old beefy guy, was holding her young flexi body close, pressing his dick against her white skin. Blood was pulsing in his veins. He didn’t really want Isabel to notice his hard-on, so he leaned frontward and lowered his elbows. “I’ve never felt anything like this before! Man! I need a woman badly! Otherwise I’m gonna get laid with this teen. By the way, where is she going to?”

“Where are you going?” Colleen asked the girl.

Isabel took a deep breath and turned to the driver.

“You see… I gotta get in the city. Can you take me there?”
“Yeah, sure! It’s where I’m going to too” Colleen replied without thinking.

What??? It will take two days to get to the city! He wasn’t going to drive at night, he was too tired to do that. It meant they had to stay at some motel for the night. This idea made him hot again. Colleen was thinking what to do. He thought he’d better ask her to go out of the car, but it was too cruel to do that to a girl. On the other hand, he was too aroused to control his desires, he could easily fuck her right there in his truck. Then he thought he would pull up at some hotel, then he would get a room, he would go to sleep and wake up early in the morning. When thinking there could be no spare room for each of them and they had to sleep in the same room, he got really aroused, his imagination was difficult to control. He imagined Isabel pull off her dress, her panties, her bra, then get under the blanket…

His heart was beating fast, he was very aroused, it was difficult to drive. “Man! Who knows maybe everything will be just fine. Maybe I’ll talk her into giving me head. Or jerk off… I just can’t stand it anymore. It’ll be ok if she agrees to suck off, it’ll be ok if she doesn’t. I’m not gonna force her anyway.”

“You know Isabel, I’m afraid we’ll have to find some motel for the night, is it ok with you?”
He caught himself at thinking he was afraid she would leave him. Isabel nodded silently. Colleen was floating in his dreams. His imagination was playing tricks with him. He could almost physically feel what he was dreaming about: he unzipped his fly, took his cock in his hand and caressed Isabel’s face with it. Isabel was standing on her knees in front of him. His dickhead was roaming over her cheeks, her lips. He opened her mouth and entered it with his shaft…

He saw a motel. He went to the receptionist to ask if they had any rooms. Turned out there was only one room available (just like he thought). He asked Isabel if she minded. Colleen added she didn’t have to worry cause he would sleep on the couch or on the floor depending on whether they had a couch in that room and she would take the bed. Isabel said it was absolutely ok with her and that she really appreciated his help.

They had dinner first. They were eating pizza and Colleen could enjoy Isabel’s slender legs right in front of him. Now and then he saw her small round butt when she stood up to get a glass of Pepsi. Colleen was longing to look up her dress, to press his hands against her sweet soft butt cheeks. It was so difficult to fight with the temptation.

“It’s so hot here!” Isabel said after dinner.
“Well you can take a bath…”
“Will you stay here in the room?”

Colleen got her point. His heart was ready to leap out of his chest but he tried to stay calm and indifferent. He nodded assuring.

“I’ll watch some TV here or go out for a walk.”

Isabel went to the bathroom. She didn’t lock the door. Colleen crept up to the bathroom door trying to peek inside. He saw Isabel pull off her dress. He saw her slender body, her petite tits, white tight panties. It took her some time to take a shower. Then he saw her wet slender body. It was strange but she was taking a shower in her panties. They were wet and see through. Colleen unzipped his fly and took out the hard red dick. Isabel took off her panties.

He saw her bosom. The bush was fair and almost invisible. Colleen was staring at her slit. His right hand was jacking his cock off. He was breathing heavy, at the same time trying to remain unnoticed. He was in a hurry to cum before she got dressed. Isabel took the dress to put it on. Colleen moaned silently and a cumshot hit the floor. He was cumming for long as it seemed. When he was drained he put on his pants and got back to the chair pretending to be absorbed in watching some stupid TV show.

Isabel went out of the bathroom in about ten-fifteen minutes. Colleen was watching TV. He was calm but anyway he tried to evade looking at the girl to be able to control his arousal and emotions. They discussed the show and then decided to go to sleep.

“You take the bed, remember?” Colleen said smiling.

He went to the bathroom. Isabel went to bed. When taking a shower he thought of nude Isabel… It made him hot again. “What is this girl doing to me? She’s making me so hot! Even my wife doesn’t turn me on this way!” He came down then. His dick was flaccid again. Then he thought he’d always been drawn to younger girls, to teens, but he never had a girlfriend so much younger than him. He had always tried to suppress that wild desire. He failed to do it that time. Isabel was so young and so close. He wanted to fuck that teen.

He got back to the room. He suddenly realized he was very tired and really sleepy. He made his bed on the couch. It was silent in the room. Isabel was probably sleeping. He fell asleep too. He had a dream that night. He saw naked Isabel come up to him to kiss his chest, his stomach. Then she took his cock in her hand and stared jerking it, while Colleen was fondling her breasts, her face, her hands…

He woke up. He was very aroused. His dick was rocky hard again. Colleen was burning with desire. Colleen looked at the bed. Isabel was sleeping. The blanket opened her back and her small round butt. Colleen stood up from the couch and pulled off her blanket. Isabel woke up. Colleen mounted her.

It was strange but she didn’t even try to push him away. It made Colleen so incredibly lusty. He pressed her against the bed and spread her hips with his right hand. He touched her pussy. It was wet. He pressed his hard penis against it and pushed. Isabel moaned though tying to push him away.

He was fucking her with rapid mighty thrusts. Isabel cried out. Her vagina was holding his dick tight. Her pussy was so tight that it even hurt him at first. But the more he rammed inside it the better it felt. He was holding her tight moving the pelvis frantically back and forth. Isabel was lying still, her eyes were closed. Colleen was impaling her tight slit on his big dick. He was fondling her hips staring at her body watching his dark dick hide inside her pussy. He felt like cumming.

He was pressing his large chest against her boobs screwing her hard and fast. He was burning from inside. He erupted his cum in Isabel’s bosom. He moaned and kissed the girl on the neck. Then he got back to his couch.

He woke up early in the morning. Isabel was sleeping. He came up to the bed and pushed her slightly. Isabel started and looked at him.

“Get up. It’s time to go.”

He went to the bathroom. When he got back to the room Isabel was dressed up and ready to go. She didn’t know how to behave. Colleen came up close to her and looked straight in her eyes.

“I hope we’ll keep it in secret, right?” He uttered slowly.

Isabel looked at him in a strange way and even tried to smile. Colleen caught himself at thinking he wanted to see her nude again, he wanted to feel up her small tits, … but it was time to go.

“Let’s have breakfast first.” He said calmly and friendly.

They almost never shared a word on the way to the city. Colleen was focused on driving. Isabel was looking out of the window. By the evening they were close to the city.

“I wanna get off at some bus stop, please.” Isabel said.

Suddenly Colleen turned off the road. “I want more…” he thought.

“Come here.” Colleen looked at Isabel.

She didn’t understand him but anyway moved up closer. He unzipped the fly and pulled his jeans and pants off. He pressed her head to his cock. He was holding her tight.

“Suck on it! C’mon!”

Isabel took the shaft in her hand. Then she got the dickhead in her mouth. Colleen was directing her by pulling and pushing her head, helping her perform the blowjob. His cock was hard he wanted her to suck deeper but Isabel coughed, so he had to relax. The girl was moving her head up and down, her tongue was tickling the dickhead. Colleen moaned and closed his eyes. He was ready to cum.

He was holding her head by his hands for her not to stop sucking. A spasm. A cumload hit the girl’s throat. She wanted to raise her head but Colleen was holding her head tight not letting her do that. Isabel paused. He let her go only when he was completely drained. She moved backwards. She was breathing heavily, her hair was disarranged, her lips were sticky and wet. Colleen pulled up his pants and looked at Isabel.

“You can go now. But remember it’s our secret.” He said and drove back to the highway.

Isabel nodded her head. She got off at a bus stop. Colleen looked at the girl in the rear-view window. She looked at the truck then took her bag and left. Colleen felt tired as if after having a lot of sex. “I need a shower and some sleep.” He said to himself.

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Remember those high-school Friday nights? Sitting in the car in the driveway, the radio playing on low—the conversation faltering as you tried to prolong the pleasure of your date’s company.   Remember wondering when the kiss would happen?   How did those days disappear so quickly?   If you’re like me, and high-school was more than half your life ago, then you might enjoy a little tale about the last time my guy and I made out after a date:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie Turner would come out,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you feeling, Sandra?”

“Alright - I think.”

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

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

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

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

“How do you feel now, Sandra?”

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

“Not frightened?”

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

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

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

Brett started singing over the intercom.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s happening down there, Brett?”

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

I laughed and he laughed with me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What!”

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

“No way!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a real bastard, aren’t you?”

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

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

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

“Oh shit!”

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

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

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

“God!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready, you whinging bastard!”

“Both of them hanging out and bare?”

“Yes,” I confessed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m frightened, not excited!”

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

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

“Rudolph, the red titted reindeer,

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

I called him a cunt.

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

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

“Pancho - what does that mean?”

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

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

“What do you mean by ‘we’?”

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

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

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

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

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

The sarcastic bastard was really enjoying himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You haven’t done it yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold the control bar, Sandra.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, Sandra, shake them for me.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Brett!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On your back, Sandra.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His entire hand seemed to be inside me now.

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

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

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

“Well, hello, Nurse Pearson.”

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

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

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

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

Two of the guys had already grabbed hold of my tits, as a convenient way of encouraging me to rub their cocks for them. Two more of them were holding my legs as Gottlieb ploughed away between them and I writhed away under his increasing weight as he spr

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