Message-ID: <15587eli$9809240547@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Spunk.N.Wagnels@lacy.pathlink.com (spunknwagnels@hotmail.com) Subject: Not With My Daughter! Part 19/19(?) By Spunk N. Wagnels - nwmd19.txt(1/1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.cuckold,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6ubkc4$2aq@enews1.newsguy.com> NWMD19.TXT -- 19/19(?) Not With My Daughter! Part 19 by Spunk N. Wagnels spunknwagnels@hotmail.com ICQ #17890536 The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. "Oooo Marnie, this is so exciting. The trials and tribulations we went through to get this trip suddenly seem worth it, don"t they?." Barbara said, waiting for their chance to board the flight to Orly. "Don"t remind me. Let"s put all of that behind us and make new memories that will overpower the memories of the past." Marnie countered. "I"m with that." Barbara agreed. "Look at our two guys, Marnie wave. Do you think they"ll do okay without us for a week?" "Roger"s a trooper. With the meals I put up in the freezer, he has no excuses, as long as Brenda doesn"t run roughshod over him. "My George is the same way. Our daughters sure have them wrapped around their little fingers, don"t they." Barbara added. As they inched along the enclosed gangway to the plane Marnie warned, "I hope you don"t expect much conversation from me on the flight, I"m going to do what we used to tell Brenda to do on trips, that is sleep as much as possible to make the trip seem shorter." "That"s not a bad idea. It is a long trip and we have the time zone changes. Let"s both try to rest as much as possible so we"ll have the strength to party along the Mediterranean when we get there." Barbara agreed. "This seems like a spirited group, I hope they plan to settle down once the plane is under way." Barbara observed of the regular members of the group chartering the plane, who were boisterous and physically animated. Marnie and Barbara"s seats were in the middle of the bulkhead. They had nothing to look at but a pattern of the airline"s colors in a fifties art style. The plane was a wide body with two isles. They pulled seats in the middle two of six seats across, and looked longingly at the paired seats along the windows, as they knelt on their seats and looked back at the large plane. "Oh Ma"am," Marnie was saying, to get a flight attendant"s attention, "Is this going to be a full flight?" "Yes Ma"am, I sorry it is. You can look at it this way though, you have the best two seats for the movie screen in this section." Marnie and Barbara sat back into their seats and put their belts on. "It"s okay Marnie, we"ll be sleeping right?" Barbara said, consoling. They ended up being bracketed by well tanned friendly couples on either side of them. Each couple on their out side, was so eager to make conversation with them, that for the first fifteen minutes after taking off, Marnie and Barbara, barely even looked at each other. About twenty minutes into the flight, Marnie and Barbara excused themselves, so they could talk together. Just as they decided to try to sleep, the flight attendants were in the aisles passing out packages for all of the charter passengers. Marnie pointed out that they weren"t part of the group, but the flight attendant said that they had paid for their seat, so they were entitled. They looked at the sealed package, and saw the "Sun Tours International" logo, looked to their sides and saw their neighbors starting to doze, and smiled at each other as they closed their eyes to sleep. Marnie was awakened by the flight attendant asking the couple in the window row to the left for beverage requests. The flight attendant had changed from the airline uniform into a colorful bikini top and matching wraparound skirt ensemble, giving her a tropical island girl look. Then another attendant appeared similarly dressed but in different colors on the other aisle. Marnie elbowed Barbara awake to ask, "Hey Barb, do you want something to drink?" "Oh hi, I guess so. What are you having?" Barbara asked. "The tray is filled with mixed drinks with umbrellas." Marnie observed out loud. "This is an unusual flight." She said to Barbara, then to the attendant, she responded, "I guess I"ll have what everyone else is having." "Me too." Added Barbara. "Ummm, Pina Coladas." They talked for about fifteen minutes about what they planned to do for fun and relaxation on the trip until an announcement was heard for people to close the shades for a movie. The movie started and it was obviously an old movie from the fifties or so, called "Penelope"s First Time" Marnie and Barbara looked at each other quizzically in unison as the poorly restored movie started its run. It was about a young woman"s awakening to the healthful benefits of nudism. The passengers were laughing uproariously, but Marnie and Barbara stared at the screen eyes wide, mouths open, incredulously. The couple to Marnie"s left nudged her to see if she was enjoying the outdated movie as much as they were. Marnie smiled politely, and went back to feeling like she had taken the flight to the Twilight Zone. There were a couple of more movies in a similar vain, "Ways to Health and Beauty" and "Elysia". Between runs, more drinks were passed out by the flight attendants, who seemed to be amused with their unique assignment for this group. By the second and third movies, the passengers were, by and large, not listening to the dialog through the headphones, but rather talking and partying with the movie as a back drop to their festivities. When the movies were done, the lights went back up. People were up and milling. The couples to either side of the two women were standing, opening their souvenir packages from Sun Tours International, and taking out what looked to be a small fitted sheet. They were putting it on over their seat, like a cover for a car seat. Marnie and Barbara, thought this odd. But odder still, the people on either side of them, began taking off their clothes as well. "Oh no, now I know I"m on the flight to the Twilight Zone." Marnie thought to herself. "Marnie, what"s happening?" Barbara insisted, holding on to Marnie"s upper arm. "Looks to me like you booked us on some kind of a nudist flight, given the movies and this." Marnie responded. "Marnie, what are we going to do?" Barbara said with a note of panic in her voice. "I don"t know for sure, but I"ve been to a nudist beach before, and one thing I know for sure, if we are the only ones with clothes on, we are going to feel just as out of it as if we were the only ones without clothes." "You went to a nudist beach?" Barbara said, not quite believing her ears. "Where, when, . . .?" She continued, as a respite from dealing with the current dilemma. "That"s not important now. I think we should take some clothes off." Marnie suggested. "Then she turned to the neighbor on her left to be sure, "Excuse me, but could you tell us what is going on right now?" "Haven"t you been on an STI tour before?" She asked, not expecting an answer, "They present the finest in healthy and natural touring." "Oh gawd, I thought that they meant organic meals and mineral water by that, instead of regular airplane cuisine." Barbara muttered under her breath. "What"s that?" Marnie asked. "Oh nothing." Barbara responded. Then she asked the lady next to Marnie, "Does this mean that we have to go nude on this flight?" "No, but you might find that it will be more comfortable. Why don"t you just try it and see." She said. "Marnie, I can"t do this. Stop, put that back on. How can you do this?" Barbara said, worried to be left behind. "Barb, like the lady said, why don"t you just try it." Marnie asked. "If I recall, it was you shaking it all for the entertainment of a hundred people that got us on this trip in the first place." She whispered. "Here you are sitting quietly on an airplane where few people can see you, and the ones that can, are naked too, and don"t care about your nudity. Believe me, you will feel more comfortable by joining in than holding out." Marnie explained. "Marnie, how do you get me into these things?" "How do I? You had to know about the party, sister, and it was you who booked the flight. Now, let"s make the best of it. These people are all enjoying it, let"s do the same." Marnie directed. Marnie resumed her efforts at disrobing and adjusting the seat cover. Barbara had her blouse undone, but was holding it closed. "Marnie, I think I"ll catch cold." Barbara whined. "Can"t you tell that the heat has been turned up. Ummm, the smell of bodies is somewhat arousing, don"t you think? Well, suit yourself, but if you are experiencing what I am experiencing right now, you"ll be having to walk down one of these aisles to the bathroom pretty quick. Those drinks are going right through me." Marnie warned. "Everywhere you look you will see naked bodies, I"m sure, and everyone"s eyes will be on you, unless you go for invisibility by being undressed like they are." "Darn you, I didn"t have to go until you reminded me." Barbara said, now complying with Marnie"s suggestion to join in the spirit of the flight. She only undressed to her bra and panties though, put on the souvenir slippers from the STI package, and started down the aisle for the bathroom. All eyes were on her and it made her feel like she stood out somehow, despite her minor attempt at modesty. She only made it half way before the mortification sent her back to her seat. She sat for a moment, caught her breath, and collected her resolve. Then she removed her bra and panties. Marnie flipped through the onboard magazine, to avoid any possibility of giving Barbara the "I told you so" look. Barbara couldn"t wait much longer so she got up, walked shyly down the other aisle and discovered that all she got were occasional glances and smiles. She walked with more confidence as she progressed down the aisle. When she got to the bathroom, there was a line. She had to stand on display, praying the line would move fast enough so she wouldn"t have an embarrassing accident right there in the aisle. As passengers left the bathroom, the people in line had to squeeze out of the way as they passed. Barbara found that, she either had to push her butt into the face of a seated passenger, or allow her body to be grazed by another naked body of a total stranger as they passed. When a gentleman"s semi hard cock grazed her mons Veneris, she had an uncontrollable shudder, and turned several shades of red. On her way back to her seat, she was forced to rub her body against all of those who were in line waiting, in a gauntlet of tits and cocks for ten to fifteen feet of bodies. "Phew!" She exclaimed as she joined Marnie. "I hope I don"t have to go again when it is so crowded. I"d wait a bit if I were you." "Can"t wait. Got to go, bye" Marnie said with some urgency. As Marnie initially fell into line, a member of the cockpit crew was walking down the aisle, ostensibly, to get a refill of coffee, but declined offers to skip in line to reach the flight attendants, preferring to make conversation with Marnie about unimportant things, and visit with the passengers around the two of them. "He is just staying here to gawk. It"s so transparent. He"s pretty good looking, though. I"d like to rip that uniform off of him and try him out for size. . . . Down girl! . . . Oh, when is this line going to get to the bathroom? . . ." Marnie thought to herself through the unimportant conversation the cockpit crew member was making. While waiting in line, Marnie suffered the same indignities and arousing contacts with nude bodies, but with the added pressure in her bladder, which made her squeeze her knees together and pad in place until she could mercifully make her way to the restroom facility. When she got back to her seat, Marnie and Barbara just stared at each other not saying a word until the standoff was broken by simultaneous laughter. "How are we managing to get ourselves into these fixes lately?" Marnie asked as they calmed back down to normal. "We"re living life more, like you said, aren"t we?" Barbara posed rhetorically. "By the way, how do you propose we sleep now, when we are naked in a plane full of strangers, hunh?" Someone had brought out a boom-box with some Latin dance music playing in the back. By request, the music level was brought up. People were up and walking around getting drinks, socializing, and moving in place to the rhythms that moved them. A couple of guys were teasing the flight attendants as they tried their best to keep up with the drink orders. Someone figured out how to get the music to play over the P.A. system of the plane. They could hear signing along and shouts, "Hey!" to the music getting louder and louder. To their surprise, a conga line snaked up the aisle on their right and slid in front of them at the bulkhead then back down the aisle to their left. Marnie and Barbara were mesmerized by waves of bouncing tits, cocks, and balls dancing in front of them. Toward the end of the line, they discovered one of the flight attendants in line, topless, bouncing along with the passengers. As the end of the line was passing in front of them, the man bringing up the rear grabbed Barbara"s hand to urge her into the line. His firm grip and friendly manor got her up and joining them, but not without her grabbing Marnie"s hand and making sure she joined too. When they got back to their seats, Marnie and Barbara were laughing and somewhat out of breath. "What are we doing on this flight?" Marnie said, not expecting an answer. "I sure know how to pick"em, don"t I?" Barbara said with a pinch of humor and sarcasm. The flight went on as one long party across the Atlantic. Aside from an occasional nipple twist or ass grab, there was no overt sex happening. At one point, several passengers got a flight attendant to take off her skirt and bikini bottom on a dare to serve coffee to the cockpit crew. She hurried back, not believing what she had just done, to the applause of everyone in on the dare, and she quickly put her wraparound skirt back on when she returned to the galley. The passengers had their clothes back on when the plane was starting its decent into Orly. Then to everyone"s concern, the flight was diverted for some problem on the ground. They later learned that the airport was shut down for incoming and outgoing traffic for a couple of hours due to an international terrorist incident. Flights were being diverted to De Gaulle Airport, Brussels National, and Bron Airport in Lyon. Landing in Lyon, as they were, meant that they were closer to their final destination, Marseilles, but without their scheduled connection. There was much confusion in customs with the extra work load. Marnie and Barbara, stalled in a foreign country, unable to speak French, and unaccustomed to protocol, were growing more and more concerned. When they finally got to a counter person to get help, they got a fairly cold reception, when they didn"t even attempt speaking their concerns and questions in French. They suspected that they were being understood, but that the counter person was having a little fun at their expense while they squirmed a bit. A Latin gentleman came up their rescue, pulled them aside, and asked what their problem was. They explained that they needed to get to Marseilles to catch the Club Mediterranean Tours boat to the resort, or they would miss their opportunity to join their tour. He introduced himself as Senior Deniero. He indicated he would be happy to fly them to Marseilles, since he needed to get the family jet down there for his son to take anyway, or he"d drive them if they preferred. He spoke English very well, and the ladies felt fairly helpless with their circumstance, so they accepted his kind offer of a lift. Marnie felt more comfortable when she saw the familiar "Leer Jet" name on the plane. Once in Marseilles, they deplaned onto the tarmac, and were greeted by the junior Deniero, who had been briefed on their arrival. He introduced himself and started to pick up their bags. "Oh, Senora," he was saying to Marnie, "would you do me a favor and take this package back on and give it to the pilot for me, por favor?" Marnie, surprised, said "Sure," and reboarded the plane with the two to three pound package. When she came back out, Barbara and the junior Deniero were surrounded by gendarmes. She didn"t know what to do, so she approached Barbara and was taken into custody with her. Gendarmes boarded the plane, took out the pilot and copilot, along with the package she had taken on board. Riding in the van handcuffed as they were, Marnie and Barbara were as frightened as either of them had been in their entire lives. "What is happening Mr. Deniero?" Marnie asked, close to tears. "Don"t say a thing. This guard can understand English." Senior Deniero directed. "But, we didn"t do anything!" Marnie insisted. "Shhh. These guards are going to take anything you say and interpret it the way that makes sense of their efforts to bring us in." Senior Deniero said again. Marnie and Barbara sat in the bumpy van staring at one individual after another until the van stopped and they were led into a magistrate"s office. Senior Deniero and the plane"s crew were led off to another office. As they were parted in the hall, Senior Deniero yelled to them, "Don"t tell them anything!" The magistrate asked them about their relationship to the Deniero family, what they were doing on their plane, why Marnie was seen carrying a package of contraband onboard the plane, and so forth. Marnie"s response to the barely understood questions was, "In our country, we are allowed to have an advocate present when we are questioned like this. Is there someone who can speak for us, please?" The magistrate got on the phone and made a call. Marnie and Barbara couldn"t understand much of what he said, because he spoke too fast. They did make out their names being mentioned, however, as they were read from their passports. The magistrate stood up with his cigarette. He had a mustache, a ruddy, greasy complexion, and a big round gut. He came from around his desk, said some words to the two gendarmes attending the ladies and walked around them, looking them up and down. The ladies felt vulnerable, not knowing the legal customs, the language, nor their chances of communicating the truth so they could be let go. Their hands were still cuffed, even though they posed no threat. The magistrate touched Barbara"s hair, rubbing a curl between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted Marnie"s face up by her chin to gaze into her blue eyes, until she turned defiantly away. Then he leaned his ample butt up against the front of his desk facing them, as he finished his cigarette. After another ten minutes of the magistrate looking them up and down from his perch, talking to his men, in walked a twenty-something year old man in a suit. He was introduced to the ladies as Glen Luftcat, a consular agent. He began talking to the magistrate in French, as he shook his hand, then in English he said, "Really Monsieur Groschien, these ladies are not a risk to your men. Can we have these cuffs removed, s"il vous plait?" The ladies were relieved that the handcuffs were off and rubbed around their wrists to get the circulation running again. "Now, can I have a moment with them, s"il vous plait?" Monsieur Groschien waved his men over to the windows for a small conference while Mr. Luftcat took the magistrate"s place at the front edge of the desk. The two ladies poured out their story in stereo. Mr. Luftcat did his best to follow it without asking them to tell it one at a time. Then for their benefit, he began explaining the situation to the magistrate in English. Monsieur Groschien spoke back in French. Mr. Luftcat had to ask, "So, you two never met Senior Deniero, the father before several hours ago?" The ladies confirmed that fact. "They want to search all of your things. If you have nothing to hide, I wouldn"t fight them on this, after all, they will be able to produce finger prints of yours on the drugs, if they push it." The ladies acquiesced. The gendarmes went through their purses, carry-ons and checked luggage like thorough customs agents. They turned back to the magistrate and silently shock their heads. One handed the magistrate the Sun Tours International items, and he brightened upon recognizing that they were on a nudist tour. Then there was a protracted discussion between Messrs. Groschien and Luftcat, back and forth. Mr. Luftcat turned to the ladies somewhat embarrassed to say, "Everything seems to check out. You were in possession of the drugs when the police arrived, however, so they have struck a bargain. If you pass a drug search on your persons, Monsieur Groschien is inclined to let the matter go." Then softly, leaning in to the ladies, "Are they going to find anything if they do a cavity search?" Marnie, indignant, replied, "You don"t believe us, do you?" "Sure I believe you. I was just making sure, that"s all. A lot rides on this, you realize." He explained. "What are our options here?" Marnie asked concerned. "You wouldn"t like the legal system, nor the prison system here. They are in a position to make it difficult for you and realistically, they can back up their threat with the physical evidence they have. My advice is to agree to the search, get it over with and get yourselves out of here." He advised. "Okay, tell him that we will cooperate." Marnie said. Mr. Luftcat went up to Monsieur Groschien and talked to him like a manager booking a gig. When the conversation stopped, he turned around toward the ladies and stepped out of the way of Monsieur Groschien"s view. Monsieur Groschien turned his hands palm up in front of him in a gesture communicating, "Proceed." Marnie and Barbara looked at each other, waiting to see who would go first. Marnie started to unbutton her blouse, but stopped to ask, "Do we have to do it here? What about a female officer performing the search?" "I don"t think you are getting it. No female strip searcher, it is to be done here, now, in front of these men. Think of it as paying a fine." Luftcat said. "But we haven"t done anything wrong!" Barbara protested. "Well then, consider it like plea bargaining. There is enough evidence, from their perspective, to convict you, so it is the practical thing to do. If I were to protest through diplomatic channels, you"d be spending time in their jails while the process moves along. I"ve seen people make that choice, and I don"t believe it is the place for you two nice ladies to spend even a moment in. I think it is best that you do this without any further delay, or the deal may come apart." Mr. Luftcat counseled. "What exactly does he want us to do?" Marnie asked concerned. "I think that if you just take off your clothing, slowly, even seductively, playing along a little bit, things will go smoothly and you two can be out of here and done with all of this." He said finally. With that, Marnie started to unbutton her blouse. She tried to smile, and elbowed Barbara to begin and do the same. Barbara, blown away by the situation, started to unbutton her blouse as well, but had a great deal more difficulty generating a smile for the eagerly grinning men in the room. When their blouses were off, it was plain for the oglers to see that they were both well endowed under the cover of their bras. One of the gendarmes was heard to groan in a guttural nasal way until he realized he could be heard and stopped abruptly. Marnie stood with her arms straight, hands clasped on her lap, while Barbara reached back and took the lead to remove her bra. If they were going to make this a show, they decided intuitively to do it staggered, keeping in mind the contract to be let go if they cooperated. Barbara"s naked breasts created quite a stir in the room. Mr. Luftcat began to hold his briefcase in front of him, rather than at the side, the two gendarmes stood at ease with their hands over their crotches, and the magistrate cleared his throat and turned red faced sitting behind his desk. Then Barbara stood embarrassed, arms across her breasts, watching their faces, as Marnie slowly removed her bra and flipped her nipple rings up and down a couple of times. The Frenchmen briefly spoke in a conference, then went back to watching the American Ladies strip before them. Marnie proceeded to step out of her blue culottes, and stood to wait with her palms covering her nipples while Barbara removed her yellow shorts. It was now confirmed to the men present that before them were two well kept thirty-nine year old ladies. There was no hiding their proper curves and well toned legs, standing there in their panties. Mr. Luftcat was beet red with embarrassment. He thought he shouldn"t be looking, but it was hard to resist. He looked guilty from second guessing whether or not he could have spared these fellow countrywomen from the humiliation they were undergoing. The magistrate made a twirling motion with his index finger to signal them to turn around in place. He seemed pleased. Then he waved his hand palm down to signal them to take down their panties. They looked at each other, and Marnie proceeded to take hers down first. One gendarme stepped and craned his head to her backside to take in the view she was presenting from the rear as she bent forward to lower her panties. She stood up quickly, causing her breasts to flop about lewdly. Then Barbara lowered her panties, but she did so in a crouch to avoid the rear display. Monsieur Groschien was not amused. He said something to his men in French. Mr. Luftcat spoke up, "I really don"t think that will be necessary. They are cooperating." The magistrate gave the order and his men produced handcuffs. "I really must protest." Mr. Luftcat implored. The magistrate responded in French saying, in effect, that he should consider himself lucky to be allowed to remain in the room at all. Then his men handcuffed each lady"s left hand to her left ankle. This forced them to spread their legs a bit to remain balanced. Fear washed over them, with hands caressing their backs, as the French men circled them for a view from all sides. One of the gendarmes crouched down at Marnie"s side and toyed with her nipple rings. The magistrate stroked and commented on her bald pussy. Barbara was beside herself with fear, panic, and loathing. She had never experienced this kind of degradation before. Then they heard the sound of zippers being pulled slowly for the effect. "Mr. Luftcat, you can"t let them do this to us." Barbara said, her voice quivering. "I"m afraid I have no jurisdiction here. They are entitled to do a cavity search, under the circumstances of your drug bust. Your cavities are to be probed for contraband. Actually, what difference does it make if it is a finger or some other sensing part of the searcher"s body that probes you, besides the length and circumference?" Mr. Luftcat rationalized, then felt sick to his stomach at his sense of betraying the American ladies. "Oh-my-god No!" Barbara exclaimed, helpless and panic-stricken. "Luftcat! Do something!" She begged forcefully, as a hand was placed on her rear, and a gendarme was poised at her rear entrance. Barbara fell to the floor in a defensive posture. Marnie stayed in position as the other gendarme prepared to enter her from behind. "Marnie! How can you let them do this!?" "Hey it"s my ass, one way or the other. It"s my finger prints on the package, remember? I just want out of here." Marnie said, as she braced for the gendarme"s pole to enter her. The other gendarme left Barbara on the floor to think about it, and went around to Marnie"s front and presented his uncut cock to her face. She knew instinctively that he was going to probe her oral cavity, so she grasped the shaft with her free hand and pulled him to her, opened her lips, and let him enter her mouth for some sucking. Barbara was in tears at the sight of her best friend, bound and being ravaged by strangers in a strange land. She sobbed as she righted herself, resigning to the fact that she would have to join her friend in this tribulation, in order to be set free. The grease-ball magistrate stood behind her with his fat cock ready to probe her snatch. He was about to enter her dry when Mr. Luftcat piped up, "Wait a minute, s"il vous plait!" Then he stood beside her to her side and gently and caringly stroked her pussy to help her become aroused, lubricated and prepared for the pending assault on her womanhood. Barbara almost passed out from the confusing emotions flooding her body and mind. Only George touched her there. Only George, some household objects, some vegetables when she was younger, and her new toys she recently purchased, had ever entered her there. Restricted from fighting it, she was growing appreciative of Luftcat"s touch, and resigned herself to the screwing the French legal system, via Monsieur Groschien, she was about to endure. Luftcat stood by her side concerned for her. The magistrate entered her faster than was comfortable. Luftcat put his hand on her back to comfort her, as she cried out, in pain as much as the humiliation she was being taken through. Luftcat looked helpless to help her in this ordeal. He crouched at her side to coach her like a Lamaze partner, but didn"t know what to say. He figured that any further arousal might ease the pain and suffering, so he gently and caringly caressed her breasts and nipples. It had the effect of distracting Barbara from the ravaging her vagina was receiving, as she tried to mentally sort out how to take his gestures. Luftcat stroked her hair back from her face and onto her shoulders like he was petting a loved animal, while he did his best to keep her breasts at the highest state of arousal he could manage. Barbara was going mentally somewhere else now, adjusting to the sensations in her cunt. She became present enough momentarily to ask Mr. Luftcat, "Please, don"t let him cum inside of me." Mr. Luftcat"s heart was touched by her melancholia and asked Monsieur Groschien to withdraw before cumming. Monsieur Groschien eventually pulled out and walked around to Barbara"s front, and presented his cock at her lips, as he held a handful of her blond hair in his left hand. She scrunched up her face defiantly, but the magistrate pinched her nose to force her to open her mouth. Barbara held her breath for as long as she possibly could, trying to swat his hand away from her nose with her free hand. Eventually, she involuntarily opened her mouth wide to gasp in a deep breath, taking in Groschien"s uncut penis as she sucked in the air. Her gag reflex created enough sensation to take him over the top and he came into the back of her throat. She couldn"t back away because he still held her hair, she couldn"t breath or she"d drown in cum. The only alternative left to her was to swallow it out of the back of her throat to get it out of harm"s way. The magistrate waddled back to his chair and basked in the relief of the climax. The two gendarmes were through with Marnie, closed up their pants and sat in chairs along the wall, waiting blankly for further instructions. Marnie stood bent over, unfulfilled, her pussy gaping and winking asking the men in the room to come back for more. "Oh not again. I refuse to allow these men to bring me this close and leave me hanging. I just can"t stand it when it happens any more. Luftcat! Maybe Luftcat . . . ." She thought to herself. Barbara was a sobbing huddled mass on the floor when she heard her friend ask, "Mr. Luftcat, aren"t you going to take your turn?" Mr. Luftcat looked startled, pulled his head back somewhat, and blinked his eyes rapidly for a moment. He was at a loss for words, much less an action plan for Marnie"s request. He looked at the magistrate, who gave the sign with his face, hand waving, and general body language to "have at it." He didn"t much care, now that he had his. Mr. Luftcat put his briefcase down, looked at each person in the room, especially Barbara, and asked, "Are you inviting me to do this with you?" "It"s okay. You are a nice man. I sense you have been trying your best to help us. Just don"t stop, whatever you do, until I say, okay?" Marnie asked insistently. He took off his jacket, folded it over his briefcase, then he removed his tie and did the same. He removed his trousers and briefs, which caused his shirttails to tent out in front of him. When he unbuttoned his shirt, everyone"s eyes went to the prodigious tool he was sporting to help Marnie clip her horns with. "Not bad for a mild mannered geek." Was the consensus of thought in the room. He looked around again at everyone as he stepped up to the task. He slid it in slowly, moaning with his eyes closed, as he experienced the warm wet slipperiness of her love pocket for the first time. Marnie groaned, as she realized that she was becoming completely filled. Barbara watched incredulous, maybe even with a touch of envy, as she observed her best friend willingly take in the cock of a stranger. Marnie reached out for the arm of a side chair to support herself as she was growing faint from the exquisite sensation his rigid veined love pole was creating moving in and then out in excruciatingly slow movements. Her legs were weak in the knees as her labial lips were being pulled slowly with the snaking movement gliding in and then out. It was apparent, that she was going to have a difficult time maintaining her balance, so one of the gendarmes got up and uncuffed her left hand from her ankle, enabling her to support herself with both hands. Then he uncuffed Barbara as well on his way back to his seat. Mr. Luftcat began increasing his tempo every so slightly, and Marnie came. "Oh, oh, ayeeeeeya, phew, phew, that"s it." She exclaimed in victory. But, he kept on snaking into her slightly faster and faster. "Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, Yes! That"s it! Phew. That"s enough." Marnie said as she came again, signaling him that he could stop now. But he was not to be denied at this point. He was holding on to her hips to maintain complete control of his increasing pace. He was beginning to sweat and breath harder. Then Marnie came a third time. "Yes!! Oh please, no more. Oh-my-god, eeeeya, I don"t think I can bear it." He kept it up till he was slamming his cock and balls into her with each thrust. He came in a lurching thrust, sending her hands off of the arm of the chair and onto the seat. Marnie came in a climax that almost made her pass out from sensory overload. He sullied up to her to keep his cock in for his after cums. Marnie laid limp over the armrest totally fucked, totally spent, totally satisfied for once, in a French magistrate"s office, in Marseilles. . . They were released to Mr. Luftcat"s care. Marnie was given the opportunity to call the states. When she got Roger on the phone, she told him that they were safely in France, that they had a run in with the cops, due to mistaken circumstances, and that they were on their way to the boat for the resort. She asked him how they were doing back home, and was told that everything was fine there. Marnie asked that Roger do everything he could to discourage Brenda"s contact with the Larchers while she was gone. Roger said that she shouldn"t worry, that Brenda was asked to baby-sit for the weekend at the Crandel"s for Jimmy, while the Crandels were in Las Vegas. Marnie said, "That"s fine then. I love you. I miss you. Please give Brenda a hug for me. Will see you soon. Bye." Mr. Luftcat was back to his mild congenial manner as the three left the station. He drove them to the dock. They had missed their boat, but only by about fifteen minutes, so he paid a charter captain out of his own pocket to race the ladies out to the CMT boat, so they could join their group. As they were about to board, he handed them his card saying, "Please call on me if I can be of any more help to you." Marnie gave him a peck on the cheek and Barbara thought about it, then gave him a hug, and they set sail for a new horizon. Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----