Message-ID: <19275eli$9901230425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Darknesswalks" Subject: "Girlz5" does anyone know anything about this story? Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d,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: <36a8ac7c.0@news.lds.co.uk> Prologue Planning the mission is always easy, Gale Waters reminded herself as she studied the mission plans she had created, but successful execution of the mission is mostly luck and circumstance. She hated to depend on luck. Therefore she planned, and since this was her first mission as Team Commander, she didn't want to screw the pooch. She turned on her computer and logged on to the her secure server and studied the topographic maps of the assigned area of operation. She paged through map after map, carefully selecting the ones she needed and downloaded them into her computer, then into her laptop computer. Screwing! Hmmmmm? Now that she thought about it, she would also have to select the correct team member to assist in that department. By carefully selecting the proper male to accompany them, the mission would be worth it even if they failed. She prayed that all the better men weren't occupied and needed a quick mission and the income it would bring. Selecting the wrong male could bring disaster. But she dare not start the mission without at least one male member on the team. The War Girlz would never forgive her if she did. Male member! Now there's a thought! She paused, then smiled to herself. She brought up her list of men and studied the names. She also needed a pack mule and someone with the necessary military skills and intellect to survive the rigors of jungle life. She needed someone with enough stamina to do the heavy work and satisfy of the needs of the Girlz at the same time. She needed someone who could take orders and not attempt to take over the mission. Nothing was worse than a stupid recalcitrant male with an attitude problem. A stubborn one was okay. She could handle stubborn. As she studied the list she realized the choices she had were few. There at the top of the list was Tucker John Webb. Lord help them! He was the best of rest and filled her requirements completely. His calendar indicated he was available for operations during the next month. She composed an e-mail letter to him, encrypted it, then sent it, crossing her fingers that he would accept the mission. She requested he respond within twenty-four hours. She and Tucker had completed two missions together in the last year and she trusted the brute. He was a man who could be counted on no matter how tough the circumstances and was always full of surprises, especially with his penchant for high-tech toys. He was a savvy fighter and leader very accustomed to the hardships of combat and life afield. The girlz would love him. * * * * The Rookie Tucker Webb smiled. Gale Waters was the Team Commander! About time! She deserved the chance. She was one tough woman and a spitfire who was as good as they come. In the cool loneliness of his computer room, he studied her mission plans and stated objectives until he committed them to memory. Since he was the only male aboard, he knew the Girlz wanted him for his brute strength and skills, among other things. They were a rowdy bunch when on a mission like this, and he didn't mind entertaining them if they needed it. He had worked with them twice before and knew their expectations. He knew very little of the War Girlz organization or who controlled them, if they were under control. He was a free-lance operative on their list and liked it when they asked him to join a mission. He respond to Gale's letter within an hour. He also knew their shortcomings and went to work on them. A week later he found himself holed up in a run down motel room it Corpus Christi, Texas, waiting the arrival of Janice Lloyd, She was from New York. Tucker had never heard of Janice, but he knew if she was one of Gale's Girlz she had to be special. Since she was flying in, he provided the necessary equipment for her from his choice collection of specialized gear. Janice and he were to go in together. Gale and Karen were on sight by now. At least that's what Old Mario, the captain of the Delphi, told Tucker. The Delphi was an old but worthy sea going tug Mario had converted to a fishing vessel for the tourist. Mario said he'd put them on the beach exactly on target. Tucker didn't trust a living soul. He programed in a new landing sight into his Global Positioning Satellite Receiver, selecting a point of land about a mile further down the coast from the one Gale had given him. Like love and sex, lessons hard learned in too many godforsaken places, on impossible missions taught him trust was fleeting. Either you have it or you don't. All he had to do now was wait. His equipment and selected weapons were safely stowed aboard the Delphi and the rental car turned in. Departure was after sundown. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, listening to the protestations of the air conditioner in the tiny room. An hour later he awoke, startled to find he'd achieved an erection in his sleep. The torn remnants of an erotic dream faded fast. Unable to sleep, he stripped off his clothing and took a hot shower, moaning as the soothing water dripped from his aching penis. He held it with one hand and massaged it tenderly, closing his eyes when he caught the image of himself in the steam shrouded mirror. He had to stop. Fighting his need to continue, he removed his hand and turned off the water, leaving his heavy penis throbbing alone. He knew the shower would be his last hot one in a while. Back in the bedroom his nagging erection bothered him as he dressed. Damn! Some people get nervous and edgy before an operation begins, he gets a hard on! Never failed to occur at times like this. The mounting tension and anticipation had his pulse racing. * * * * Tucker spotted Janice as soon as she stepped off the twin engine aircraft. The flight form Houston was late because of thunderstorms building in the area. She moved through the crowd directly toward him and waved. He returned her wave and flashed a smile as he watched her approach. She was young! Too young for such a mission. Had Gale lost her mind? Why in hell did she select someone like Janice? Damn! Now he was going to have to wet nurse a kid! "Hello there, Tuck," Janice said as she stopped a few feet away. She stuck out her hand for a shake. "You look exactly like your picture. Gale said you looked like a gentle giant, and boy she was right." He took her hand and felt her strong fingers grip his tightly. Brown eyes pierced his heart. A feeling of doom swept over him and slapped his face. His smile dissipated fast and a frown replaced it. Janice released his hand and blinked. Eyelashes fluttered. She matched his frown. "How old are you," Tucker asked bluntly. "Old enough." Her eyes studied his. "Answer the question. Don't be evasive." Janice backed away a step and looked up at him. "What's your problem?" "Just answer the damn question, will you?" "I'm twenty-four, okay? Twenty-damn-four. Satisfied now?" she hissed. Tucker looked around the airport aimlessly, then back at Janice. "Catch the first plane outta here," he said. "Do yourself a favor and get the hell back to New York as fast as you can shag your ass out of here." Janice shook her head and came up to him, standing close. She craned her head back and looked into his eyes. "Like hell I will, Buster. I can take care of my damn self. You get the hell out. If anyone has to leave, let it be you." Tucker smiled suddenly. He like the fire in her eyes and the determination he saw there. Even though she was a mere child in his books, he loved her fighting spirit. "You didn't look so damn young in your picture. Misleading it was." "And you are bigger than I though you were. Older coot too. Lets get the hell out of here." * * * * Back in the motel room Janice stripped down naked and jumped into the shower. Tucker closed his eyes when her panties came off. She giggled and he pried his eyes open. She wore the short flattop haircut common of the War Girlz. A thin V-shaped thatch of hair adorned her mound above her pussy. Common to the Girlz also. Other than the V, her vulva was clean as a peeled onion. She was heavy breasted for her thin frame and rippled with muscles well defined. After the shower, she came out and bent over in front of him, digging through her one suitcase. Her small pussy bloomed before him, perfectly formed and inviting. Obviously she'd never had a child or many lovers either. She glanced back at him to see if he was looking and smiled. His penis leaped to attention. She pulled out a pair of shorts and a halter and but them on, then tossed the blonde wig she wore when she arrived into the suitcase and locked it. "You're one of the War Girlz, Janice. No doubt about it. Right down to the bottom of your heart and soul, you're one of them. Right down to that bald pussy of yours, you're one of them. Hell you got me pussy whipped alerady," Tucker said as she stood up. "I doubt it, Tucker. Gale told me you were one hell of a man." She rummaged through her purse and pulled out lipstick. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him and opened a small compact. Looking at herself in the mirror, she applied the red lipstick and smoothed it with her lips and a finger. She look at the huge lump in his jeans and smiled. Reaching out a hand, she patted it playfully with her fingers. Tucker flinched at her touch and didn't move. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned. "I'm glad you and that interesting piece of equipment will be with us." "Careful there!" That thing might go off!" He said. "Mmmmmm!" Her fingers measured him, squeezing gently. "Ohhh my Goodness!" Tucker placed a hand over hers and pressed it down hard on the growing bulge in his jeans. He lifted her hand, found the tab of his zipper, and slid it down slow. She grinned like a cat who'd just trapped its prey. Lowering her hand to the open fly, she looked him square in the eyes and didn't bat an eyelash. She snaked her hand inside and seized him. "Hard enough for you, Baby," Tucker whispered. Blink! Blink! Her eyelashes fluttered. She look down. Blink! Blink! Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled up in her head. She let out a soft sigh and fainted dead away, toppling backward onto the bed. He stood and looked down at her young body. She wasn't as tough as she though she was. He hoped she didn't faint at the sight of blood. "If you're gonna play ball with the big boys, Hon, you'll have fake your moves now and then," Tucker said as the turned away. * * * * The Delphi left the port of Corpus Christi an hour after sundown, traveling in the ship channel untir they passed through Aransas Pass. Janice stood at the stern and watched the lights of the city dwindle to infinity. This was it. No turning back now, she thought. The waters of the Gulf of Mexico churned and rolled beneath the old boat as it plowed forward in the night. Suddenly she felt alone. Alone in a world she was about to enter for the first time. She listened to the engines of the Delphi as they toiled against therising swells. Somewhere a bell pealed out a lonesome wail. She shuttered slightly. She wrapped her arms around her chest and squeezed her breasts together for comfort. Janice turned to see Tucker watching her. What a fool she's made of herself in the motel room. Tucker was no pushover. She'd misjudged him completely. She walked slowly over to him where he stood at the rear of the low bridge. Saying nothing, she slipped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. In his arms she felt like a little girl again. * * * * In the sparse cabin Mario gave them, they were cramped for space. Janice choose the top bunk and Tucker didn't disagree. He hoped she didn't get sick in the middle of the night and vomit down on him. The Delphi had started to roll and pitch fairly hard in the last hour. Tucker inventoried the equipment Mario had held for him. When very item was accounted for, Tucker went down into the shallow hold and inspected the rubber dinghy they would use to take them ashore. Satisfied that the inflatable was in excellent condition, he returned topside. With Mario at the helm, the Delphi hugged the Texas coastline about five miles out. Tucker could easily see lights along the shore. Before morning they would cross into Mexican waters south of Port Isabel, then turn east into the Gulf of Mexico and become lost in the vast gulf for the next two days. He returned to the cabin and found Janice sleeping. He removed all his clothing and crawled into the lower bunk, covering himself with his favorite poncho liner. In moments he fell asleep. * * * * Tucker awoke, startled by something moving in the cabin. He looked up to see Janice standing by the bunk looking down at him. In the scant light from the porthole he saw she had a wild look in her eyes and trembled head to foot. "Tucker?" she whispered. "You awake?" "Yes, am now. What's the matter child." "I'm frightened, Tuck. This is my first real mission." Her voice quaked with fear. "I figured as much," he said. "Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry." Her shaking got worse and she fell to her knees beside his bunk. She looked directly into his eyes, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck. She touched his face with one hand, and he felt the tremors running through it. "Please Tuck. Please! Hold me." she whispered. The fear and alarm in her voice was palatable. He moved aside the poncho liner and held it open for her to climb in with him. Janice stood swiftly and shucked down her shorts and panties and tossed them aside. Her halter came off in a flash and it joined the pile. She dove into bed and crushed herself against him, wrapping her legs around one of his. He covered them and caught his breath as he felt the shaking ball of nerves trembling against him. She hugged him tightly and he felt a tear drop on his lips. Her breath singed his neck. Tucker didn't move. He clung tight to her, pulling her in close, hot nipples against his chest. In a few moments he felt her calm down as her shaking subsided. She murmured something he didn't understand and rubbed her hot vulva against his trapped leg. She sighed heavily and a few minutes later fell back to troubled sleep. * * * * Janice awoke an hour later. She didn't say a word as she rolled her body on top of Tucker and stuck her breasts to his chest again. One hand found his hard penis and she raised her hips and mounted it, sitting astride his torso. His manhood, massive and long, buckled under her weight. She gasped at his size, her breath full of sudden lust. He placed his hands on her hips and they struggled mightily to fit his aching penis into her tiny pussy. When his testicles finally touched her bottom she let out a loud yelp and both of them erupted into a nervous mass of naked flesh. She lifted her hips once, twice, three times, rising up to the tip of his penis, then lowered her pussy to cover him, taking it slow and easy, lubricating him fully, easing the passage, letting her vagina become accustomed to his awesome presence. She sat firmly, forcing all of him in, then stopped to catch her breath. They relaxed and her pain ebbed, replaced by a warm glow she could not deny. They didn't move, prefering instead to relish the moment, fully locked together, listening to their rapid, shallow breathing in the confines of the cabin. In the dim light she saw him smile as he admired her body. His eyes studied her face, breasts, and looked down at her pussy. Her pussy, the pussy he had forced so wide and deep. He moved his hips but didn't thrust and she felt his penis yaw and sway inside her. She slipped forward and backward on him several times. Then without warning, out of control , her hips went wild, spinning, and grinding on him. Faster and faster, harder and harder, she bore down. For support, she grabbed the springs of the top bunk over her head and pushed her body down, applying more pressure on him. Her heavy breasts jounced erotically, sending more sensations through her body. She pulled her body upright, gripping the springs tightly. The room seemed to spin. She closed her eyes. Her entire body began to tingle. She was obvlious to the man between her legs. He was there with her, but in his own world. Every raw nerve begged her for more, more, more, then took over. She stiffened, stopping stone still, stricken by a overwhelming jolt of ecstasy flashing through her. A loud grunt escaped her throat and she collasped onto Tucker's chest. After listening to his pounding heart for a few moments, she pushed herself up and looked down at his face. His eyes were closed but she knew they were smiling. She ran her fingers through the thick hair on his chest. This was one of the few times in her twenty-four years she'd experienced a genuine cock-generatred orgasm. And a horny old coot like Tucker did it. Janice rolled to her side and slid under him. She opened her legs wide and high, found the springs under the top buck with her toes and latched onto them. She guided his penis in the darkness, feeling it slip through her fingers as it eased into her. When nothing was left of him, she released the springs and hooked her heels on his butt. Her hands joined her heels and her pussy rose to meet his thrusting cock. She pulled him in deep and they began to roll and rock and sway the night away, two strangers, lost in the night, finding each other before the coming storm, creating their own lightening. continued -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----