2 comments/ 67968 views/ 1 favorites Shot Down By: OLDER AND BETTER Myra and Jack Mansfield were friends with Marty and Randy Sandford for many years. Jack was pilot of the bomber and Randy was the navigator. The plane was shot down. Only Jack and Randy survived. Randy was partially blinded by the blast and Jack was wounded in the right leg and walks with a slight, but hardly noticeable, limp. After a lengthy recovery both couples moved to a small Midwest town. Myra is an attractive woman that has curves where curves needed to be. She is from a strict family and has a wonderful singing voice. Marty, on the other hand, is slim with little curves, but is lovely to look at anyway. Her upbringing was one of wealth and she is rather wild in her actions. Randy is quite handsome and he also has a great voice and sang with a band before enlisting in the Air Force. Jack was short and skinny when he enlisted but is now just short in stature. He had become quite muscular during his tenure in the Air Force and kept in shape by vigorous exercise helping his wound to heal and never stopped exercising as a mental release to the memories of the time that he and Randy spent bobbing about on the ocean after being shot down. Randy and Myra have become quite good friends and they have found a band that needed vocalists. They always traveled together because of Randy's handicap. Jack became aware of Myra's attraction to Randy soon after they began to sing together. At first he dismissed it as a repartee between friends, but noticed that it had become more and more congenial as time went on. Jack allowed the brazen actions toward his wife because of his liaison with Randy and felt he was responsible for Randy's vision problem, he being the Captain of the plane, even though the counselors had explained differently. Myra enjoyed the affection Randy showed her and became quite enamored with the situation. She fantasized about Randy and her becoming more than just a duet with the band. She often felt quit aroused when they sang love songs together. Randy also became quite fascinated with Myra. He began to find more and more reasons to be with her. He became increasingly affectionate and began to make sexual innuendoes. Myra did not reject his advances, but instead encouraged him. It was during a rehearsal that they finally let themselves go. They had sung several love songs together and both were sexually charged. The band members had left and they were alone. Randy pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She sighed sensually and returned the kiss with equal passion. They stumbled to the van that Myra had bought, hoping for just such an occasion. The kisses were hot and heavy. Myra turned on the mood lights that surrounded the inside of the van and slowly removed her blouse. Randy watched in adoration as she removed her bra. His gasp was all the inspiration she needed. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She pressed her hot tits against his naked body. Rubbing them against his hairy chest, she kissed his lips and pressed her tongue into his mouth in hungry adulation. Randy worked at her skirt and soon had it down over her flaring hips. He caught her bikini panties with his thumbs and pushed it down her long, tapering, perfectly shaped legs. She moaned her acceptance. She felt the sensual vibrations begin in her thighs as he probed her pussy with his finger, flicking her hardening clit with the tip of his finger. His cock throbbed violently when she caught it in her hand. He nearly came as she stroked it while he finger fucked her into an arousal that she could not deny. She groaned and implored him to "Please be gentle." She spread her legs as wide as she could. "Fill me with your big, hard cock," she pleaded loudly. "I want to feel you deep inside me." Randy grunted lewdly as he pressed his cock against her tight, hot cunt lips. With a huge thrust, he buried his cock into her soft folds to the hilt. He began a slow cadence, pushing his cock in and out of her wonton pussy with vigor and forceful strokes. Her shouts of excitement and desire echoed in the van. Myra felt his cock throbbing deep inside her and began a rhythm to match his; meeting his strokes with equal thrusts of her own. After several minutes they both shuddered their orgasm. Randy held his cock deep inside of her pulsing cunt, spewing his semen into the depths of her velvet cunt. Her orgasm throbbed against his cock and spewed from around the thick invader, drenching them both with the sticky, mingled fluid. The laughed loudly at the spectacle they had created. They wondered aloud how they would explain it to their own spouses. To Myra's delight, Randy's cock still stood hard and erect, bouncing up and down as he slowly withdrew. "Don's stop now," she ordered. He smiled as he reentered her soft pussy, slipping deep inside until his balls slapped against her lovely ass. "MMM!" she said softly as he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, causing her to tremble against his naked body. "You are a great fuck," she explained as she met each stroke with a thrust of her own. Randy's breath was becoming labored. "I am going to cum again," he muttered as he drove into her unmercifully. "That's it! Fill me with your cum! Fuck me long and hard!" she shouted as he exploded the second time. She could feel the hot liquid shooting into the depths of her pussy, filling her with the sweet nectar of life. His grunts vibrated the van as he released his searing, sticky liquid into her womb. They lay locked together in bliss as his cock slowly diminished in size inside of her. "I am spent," he gasped as he withdrew his softening cock. "OH PLEASE NO!" she shouted. "I want more and more of your wonderful cock!" she blurted. "Just let me rest a minute and I will fuck you again," he said softly. She took his softening cock in her hand. She slipped to the floor and lifted the sticky shaft to her mouth. "MMM!" she hummed around the soft meat. "We taste good together," she mumbled around his cock. She smiled widely as it grew inside her mouth. "My, that is nice," she gurgled as it grew and grew. "Now fuck me some more!" she exclaimed as she straddled his body, allowing his hard cock to slip silently into her cunt. She rode him unmercifully, wriggling her cunt around his stiff cock. He soon growled as he had a dry orgasm. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he passed out from sheer delight. Myra continued to ride his cock, even though it was becoming soft again. She soon noticed he had passed out and slipped off of his cock and smiled. She kissed his lips and laughed as he began to respond to her kisses. "I guess that will be all," she sighed when he struggle to an upright position. "We will continue this at the next chance we get!" she informed him. "You are the best fuck I have ever had and I want more of it," she exclaimed as she slipped behind the wheel, still naked and dripping on the seat. Randy just sighed and pulled his clothing on. "I will be ready the next time," he promised. Chapter 2 Randy and Myra took every opportunity to continue the lovemaking. They began to be more openly expressive and were becoming more and more antagonistic toward their own spouses. Jack was first to notice but felt he could not interfere because of his debt to Randy. It all came to a head, so to speak, one evening when the four of them were playing cards. It was Myra that suggested they play strip poker and Randy echoed her emphatically. "I am not a poker player," Marty said vocally. "I don't know one hand from the other," she complained. Myra smiled. "I will help you," she said. Marty scowled but decided to try. Of course, Marty was the first to loose, with Myra's advice and help. "That will cost you your blouse," Myra asserted. Jack looked surprised but only smiled at the outright manipulations by his wife. The game progressed quickly until the only thing they had left on was their under pants. Jack smiled when Marty gave up her bra. Myra had talked her into a wild bet and she had lost. Marty argued to no avail. Myra conceded that since she had assisted Marty in the loss, she would also remove her bra. Jack was surprised at her forthrightness. He watched closely as Myra helped Marty unfasten her bra. Marty's tits were small, possibly a "B" but they were firm and the nipples were large as was the areole they adorned. Myra's tits were large and sagged slightly. The nipples were small but stood out rock hard. She blatantly shook them at Randy and smiled. "Last hand! Winner takes all!" Myra said emphatically. She smiled and winked at Randy. Myra said, "Show down. Highest card wins." Jack gasped at his wife's obvious innuendo. He saw her slip an ace to the top of the deck and turned it face up for Randy. Randy whooped and shouted as the other cards were laid out. Myra laughed as the last card was turned up. "I guess Randy wins. He can decide what we do now!" she said huskily. Randy looked at his naked wife and then at Myra. "I think we should switch partners for the night," he said tentatively, glancing at his wife. Her expression was one of surprise but also of agreement. Her soft, "OK," was a complete surprise to everyone. She was now assured that Randy and Myra were having an affair and was eager to get even. She stood and took Jack by the hand. "Come on, big boy. Let's get on with this." She tugged Jack toward the bedroom and kicked the door closed with her foot, exposing the trimmed bush between her legs. Myra and Randy stood with their mouth agape. "I don't believe that," they said almost in unison. Marty was trembling as the door slammed shut. "I don't believe I did that," she breathed. She turned toward Jack and smiled awkwardly. "I believe we have some catching up to do!" she exclaimed, looking directly at Jack's stiff monster. She blushed at her own earnestness. Jack smiled at her. "Come here!" he said softly. He kissed her tenderly. She sighed deeply and returned his kiss. "I am glad that this happened," she said softly. "I have wanted this for such a long time. Please make love to me. I want you so badly." Jack was taken aback by her announcement. He had wanted to make love to her also, but could not allow himself to consider it because of Randy. He took her in his arms and held her tightly against his naked body. She moaned softly as he lifted her onto the bed. He felt her tremble as he pressed his cock into her soft, hot pussy. She squealed softly as it rubbed against her clit, driving her into a sexual frenzy. She began to wriggle and thrust wildly under him. The bedsprings sang their song as they became more and more wild in their wonderful lovemaking. They both felt they were floating in and out above the bed, making their desires more and more delightful. It was much later that they came down from their exquisite copulation. They held each other tenderly as their orgasms subsided. She held his cock tenderly in her hand and kissed the small hole in the tip of the helmet, tasting the sweet nectar of their combined explosions. His cock jumped at the touch. "In my ass," she said softly. "I have never had one in my ass and I want you to be the first!" she exclaimed. She rolled over on her elbows and knees, pointing her tight ass sphincter toward him. Gently he pressed the tip of his cum lubricated cock against the tight hole. She moaned softly and released the muscle holding her sphincter closed, allowing his cock head to pop inside. She groaned in pain. The pain quickly dissipated and she released him again. His cock slipped deep inside her bowels. Her squeal of delight echoed in the room. "Ah! Oh! YES!" she shouted in delight. "Fuck my ass hard!" It was just at that moment that their spouses opened the door and walked into the room. Randy and Myra were aghast at the sight. "She would never let me do that," Randy exclaimed. "I don't think I want to try that either," Myra said. Marty looked around her naked body at them. Her smile of delight took them by surprise. "I love to make love to Jack," she exclaimed. "Let's make it a permanent exchange. He is sooooo good!" Myra and Randy looked at each other. Their expressions were one of shock. Myra frowned. "I guess we could trade back and forth but not permanently," she said. Randy frowned at her revelation. Jack laughed aloud, causing his cock to tremble in Marty's ass. Marty screamed her delight. "Oh Yes!" she acknowledging the great feeling she was experiencing. Jack's orgasm shook the bed as Myra and Randy looked on in awe and wonderment. It was much later, when Jack had filled Marty's ass with two more orgasms and Marty had several of her own, that the four of them decided to make the swapping a regular thing but only when all four were included. The four lived happily ever after. Shot Down In Enemy Territory I was delirious from combat. The English Channel is no place for a pilot to recite patriotic poetry. Scenes from the flick where the hero babbles Rupert Brooke while he waits for the rescue plane are for bullshit pussies. I was too fucked to be a hero. To keep myself awake I kept talking. I said things like this: "My name is Jim, Flight Lieutenant Jim Glow-worm. I'm a fighter pilot for the Royal Air Force. Squadron 223 flying Hawker Hurricanes out of Biggin Hill. My engine blew chasing an Me 109 out of Britain and over the Pas de Calais. I turned my plane around and tried to get the hell out of foreign airspace. The enemy bandit turned tail on me. The fucking sausage blew my left wing off. Fucking good shot. I was forced to bail out. Now I'm floating around like fish food in the drink. And you thought officers of the RAF didn't use the word fuck. You think we're all blooming this and ruddy that. Well fuck your thoughts." No one was listening to me but my consciousness. I wanted someone to hear me. The sound of water splashing against my face was driving me ever more mad. I started talking again. "My name is Jim Glow-worm. I'm a fighter pilot for the Royal Air Force. I have lost my plane but I swear I'll get another one and blow that fucking asshole all the way to hell. Do you hear me? You fucks!" I had been given a kicking and I was ashamed of myself. I was absolutely exhausted. The dogfight had battered me. Exiting the plane had nearly finished me off. And now I was in the water. I couldn't fight sleep anymore. I passed out. I awoke half onshore and half in the drink. There was a beach somewhere underneath me. I kicked down until I felt the bottom. I was knee deep in water. I tried to stand up. My footing was unsure. I reached for my pocket knife. I burst my life belt and cut away my jacket. My undershirt had been damaged in the struggle to exit the aircraft. The arms of my shirt were ripped off and the buttons were shot. My muscled torso was exposed as I waded through the surf and onto the beach. The sun was high. It was a hot August day. I reached into my trouser pocket and fished out a damaged pair of sunglasses. I jimmied them back into shape and put them on. Then I decided to find out where the hell I was. Up off the beach a couple of hundred yards ahead of me I saw a road sign. That wasn't good news. There were no road signs left in British coastal towns. I knew I was on the wrong side of no-mans water. I was somewhere in France, formerly known as the land of the lovers. The Sausage had recently overrun this place. There was no love here anymore. It had become a land of sick perverts. I walked up to the road sign. It told me that the beach I had just walked across was mined. "Achtung Minen!" it said. I walked up to a pill box. There was no one home. I beat on the doors of the beach front buildings. No one answered. I figured my options. I could either wait until someone showed up and be taken prisoner of war or I could walk back across the mined beach and swim the twenty three miles back home. I had a think. Ten minutes later no one had showed up to take me prisoner. I got restless waiting. I pulled out my revolver and started taking pot shots at any suspicious objects on the beach. I emptied four chambers and then I clocked a fat mine. It went skywards and the clattering shudder echoed from the concrete pill box and the surrounding buildings. A few birds scattered from the rooftops. Then I heard an engine chugging in the distance. I think I had attracted somebody's attention. A car pulled up next to me. It was a Citroen of some type. A stiff little Frenchman got out and pulled a shovel behind him. He paced up and down the perimeter of the beach a couple of times and then got back in his car. "Hey!" I said to him "What?" he answered in English "Aren't you going to take me in?" I asked "No, it is not my concern. I am from the Bureau of exploding animals. My job is to retrieve whatever is left of dogs that run onto the beach." "Then what should I do?" I asked. "Are you going to start sniffing these walls?" "No." "Are you going to play fetch between that pill box and that sea?" "No." "Then I don't give a shit what you do." He said. "Have you ever had a British Pilot shot down here before?" I asked "Yes and I know what happens to you. I'm a family man. I live a quiet life. Your disgrace is your own concern. Good day." And with that he blasted away in his little Citroen. I was alone again. There was nobody around. No one but me and the shitty sea-birds. I checked myself. I wasn't too busted up. I still had my cock and I hadn't lost my ball sack to a stray propeller blade. My injuries were what the medical board would call superficial. I had an eight inch burn down my right thigh and my shoulders felt crunched and bruised. My ass ached from kicking my way out of the cockpit. Fuck it. I was a tough bastard. I could take a bashing. I had kicked my way into this fight. They'd not wanted to give me seat at this party. They told me to try digging coal or they pushed at me to join the infantry. Fuck them. I busted my guts to get here. Through underhand knavery and slapping the right people I had finally got what I wanted. I was Jim Glow-worm, the only non-toff with a flying chair in the wing of my squadron. I felt thirsty. Scrapping with the sausage and gargling sea water had made me parched. I dragged my way through the deserted roads of the miscellaneous French coastal town. There was nobody in the streets, or in the church or in the hotel de ville. I stopped politely tapping on doors and kicked my way into houses, looking for one which had running water. I saw a house cat dash from a building and decided to investigate. Following the abandoned animal seemed to be a good plan. In the house where the cat had appeared there was a water tap still in working order. I pushed my head under it and slaked my thirst. I washed my oil stained and grease covered arms and chest then rinsed out my sea salted hair. Finally I pushed my scorched right thigh under the tap and let the agony and relief of the cool water splash all over the black cooked flesh. There was a sound behind me in the street. I put my revolver into my hand and edged towards the front window. I couldn't see anything. I climbed out of a back window into the alley, creeping low so nothing could catch sight of me. There was nobody in the back alley. I crawled on my belly around the side of the street to look back down where I had heard the sound come from. Down the wide street there was nobody. Not a thing. Not even a cat or a dog or one of the shitty sea birds. I felt edgy. I decided to make my way back to the pill box. Surely an enemy sausage would turn up at some point and get me the hell out of this fucked up and creepy place. I didn't make it to the pill box. "Halt." Said a voice. It came from behind me about thirty yards over my right shoulder. I pushed my hands to the sky, my right hand was still gripping my revolver. The voice behind me shouted something. I didn't understand the words, but I understood the tone of voice. I let my revolver fall. I reached with my arms as high as I could and then I slowly turned to face the voice. What I saw was a woman. A Nazi bitch. She was dressed in some form of shiny rubber outfit, like leather but glistening. I'd not seen that kind of material before. It was black and shaped tight to her curves. It made her look powerful and good to fuck at the same time. Fucking Nazi bitch. Her hair was cut tight and short and was dyed black. Her lips and her finger nails were painted jet black. Her chest was large and heaved with her breathing. She stared right through me. In her right hand was a riding crop. She casually swung it from side to side and then flexed it. A cruel sneer pouted from the top of her mouth. I noticed she didn't have a gun. Just the riding crop. I look at her and weighed my options. "You want to get kinky, huh bitch?" I said. And I reached down for my revolver. The Nazi bitch licked her full lips and then brought a whistle to her mouth. She blew on it. I raised my gun and pointed it at her, but I was too late. A knife appeared at my throat. I dropped the revolver and glanced behind me. It was another Nazi bitch. She was also dressed in a shiny rubber outfit but hers was blood red. Her lips were painted red as were her finger nails and I could make out she had short cropped bleached blonde hair. I raised my hands in the air. The red Nazi bitch slipped a hood over my face and secured my hands. I considered struggling, but the red Nazi bitch must have read my mind because I felt the tip of the knife tease the side of my throat. I was pushed forwards and force marched. We must have walked for about a half mile. I don't know. I had lost concentration. My face was drenched in sweat from the heat of the summer day and my mind was filled with images of these bitches in their strange and alluring outfits. I thought I was done for. I just hoped when they forced me to my knees and put a pistol to my head they would shoot cleanly and it would be over quickly. With my face sweating and muscles aching I was marched further and further into the unknown. Then we stopped. I heard a door open and I was shoved into a place where our footsteps echoed from the walls. We climbed a set of stairs and then I was pushed into a room. I heard the door close and then lock. While still wearing the hood I was manipulated into a vulnerable pose. My arms were untied and were re shackled above my head. I felt my shirt being removed. My ankles were secured. Then my hood was removed. I looked around. I was in a small windowless room. I presumed I was in a jail house or sanatorium of some description. I was unable to move. My wrists were tied with leather straps which were fastened with cables to the ceiling and my ankles were bound and weighted with large cast iron bricks. There was a single electric light in the room. I thought it looked dark, and then I remembered that I was still wearing my beat up sunglasses. In front of me stood the two Nazi bitches: The short cropped bleached blonde in the red leathery tight suit and the bitch with the short dyed black hair and shiny black outfit. The bitch with the black hair spoke to me. I didn't understand what she said. I guessed she said "Do you speak German?" Instead of answering I looked her in the eyes. She was a hard evil bitch. I didn't take my eyes from her. She began to laugh and then said something to the other Nazi bitch. The red Nazi bitch then began to laugh and they talked to each other. They had evil smirks on their faces. I concentrated on hating them and tried not to think about how plump their lips looked or how their fierce eyes made me wish to sink my cock lustfully into their evil cunts. They kept talking to each other and laughing. I got sick of it. "You fucking Nazi whores." I said. The Nazi bitch in black stopped talking and suddenly lashed at my back with the riding crop. I tensed up and gasped, stunned by her viciousness. Then the red Nazi bitch unbuttoned my fly and careful eased my cock out. She ran the knife point softly along my shaft. I looked at the blonde bitch as she did it. I commanded my cock to be loyal to me, but the treacherous thing had other ideas and I could feel it stiffen against my will. The bitch in black then came up close behind me. She smelt good. She breathed her hot sweet sticky breath into my face. My cock became rigid and I felt my mouth long to reach out and kiss the Nazi bitch in black. She breathed into my face again and then thrashed me with the riding crop. I jerked and gasped. The Nazi bitch in red was now stroking my tense and erect cock with both of her hands. I looked at her and then the Nazi bitch in black came close to my face again and once again breathed hot delirious breath into my mouth and nostrils. She teased me, and then opened her mouth to kiss me. She stopped just short. The Nazi bitch in red meanwhile had surrounded my cock with her mouth. I felt her lips clasp and her tongue begin to swirl. The Nazi bitch in black thrashed me once again and then finally let me kiss her. While I was lost to her she pushed my pants away and put her hands firmly on my buttocks. I was in a delirium. The two Nazi bitches felt so good I wanted to surrender to them forever. I reached out to suck on the Nazi bitch in black's soft tongue but she pulled away once more. I caught a look at her full black painted lips and fierce eyes and she removed my sunglasses and gently wrapped a blindfold around me. While the bitch in red continued to wrap her tongue around my cock the bitch in black spanked my naked buttocks with the riding crop. I struggled on my chains with each stroke of the whip, my cock got harder and tenser with each jolting thrash. I received ten strokes and then the blindfold was removed. The Nazi bitch in black smirked at me and then pushed a gag into my mouth and fastened it securely. She then walked to the back of the room. I heard the heels of her thigh length leather boots stride purposefully across the wooden floor. She wielded a branding iron in front of me. I looked at her face and she laughed. She fished around a small bag and fitted an end piece to the branding iron. The bitch in red stopped sucking my cock but gently kissed the end of it, keeping it perfectly hard. I watched the bitch in black as she heated up the branding iron on a coal fire. When it glowed read she picked it from the flames and flashed the end piece at me. "Slave" it said. I began to struggle on my chains but I was tied securely. I tried to scream and plead for mercy but my mouth gag was deep and my voice was muffled. The bitch in black slipped the hood over my head and I could see no more. The bitch in red took my cock deep into her throat and sucked at my cock with aggressive determination. I began to gasp for breath. I felt tight and possessed. I was completely vulnerable. The Nazi bitch in red with the blonde cropped hair was sucking my soul out through my cock. Then finally the moment came. The scalding hot branding iron was planted firmly onto my ass. I buckled and jerked. I screamed in agony and orgasmed at the same time. In broken English I heard one of the Nazi bitches speak. "He belongs to us now." End of part one (part two coming soon)