4 comments/ 43349 views/ 2 favorites Plunderbirds By: redderfield The Hood had captured Sinsin at the Plunderbirds base camp by the mysterious lagoon that hid the treasure. She was no match for his potent hypnotic gaze and she had easily succumbed to his insistent chant. The thief in him said that he should leave her while he went and recovered the gold and jewels, but the animal in him saw her vulnerable young form underneath the loose fitting shirt and lustful passion surged through his loins. She wore a buttoned up khaki shirt with a bright red scarf around her neck. She had matching khaki skirt and canvas walking shoes completing her outfit. Her dark brunette hair complemented her picture book face. He closed the caravan door and quickly moved past her, plotting his actions as he turned the radio to a distant Egyptian music station. "Sinsin listen carefully!" he ordered. She replied "Yes, Master." "Stand up" he demanded. She obediently stood. "I want you to listen to the music that fills the room. It is beautiful music. The beat of the music is irresistible. It is making you feel wonderfully free. You must dance to the music. Feel the beat awaken the primitive native within you." Sinsin has succumbed to his will, yet she was self aware and realised that she could not resist her body obeying his instruction and willingly she started to move - at first swaying from side to side in a graceful rhythm then back and forward with the beat of the exotic music. "The beat is synonymous with your soul. It is passionate, lovely, exotic and wild. You must dance. The rhythm has captured your emotions and you feel delicious. Dance and be one with the music" he ordered. Within her yielding body she felt herself responding to his instruction. She raised her arms in a passionate gesture and spun around then weaved about the small caravan in a mystical dance routine. He added "You are feeling wildly free, but your clothes are stopping you from enjoying the music." The expression on her faced changed from one of pleasure to discomfort and her hands moved to her shirt as she tried to find freedom from the constraint that she believed that she felt. He told her "Take off all your irritating clothes while you dance to the beautiful music, Sinsin. You will feel so much better" and he smiled openly as she removed the red scarf then started to undo her shirt and an expression of rapturous happiness returned to her face. The Hood sat on a canvas chair and closely watched her performance. She started to unbutton her shirt from the sleeves and then from her neck button down, tugging it free from her skirt. She wore a black lacy bra, he judged it to be a large C or D cup that she filled to the brim. While she discarded the shirt onto the nearby lounge, she continued her dancing and he noticed that she hummed to the tune as she moved. He told her "I want to hear you sing while you dance." She started to sing without words but with a "la, la" lyric, with a fast pulsing rhythm that drove her body to its dance. She squatted on down to pull off each of her shoes and then stood to remove her pants. She reached to her side and unzipped the skirt and then pulled it down her legs, revealing matching lacy underpants, cut high on her thighs. Her skin was an unblemished milky pearl colour, a rosy pink glean on her face as the effort of the dance raised her body temperature and the throbbing music inside her mind coursed through her being. She deftly removed the scarf from her neck and then her hands reached to between her breasts and she unclasped her bra and released her large breasts from their support. They swayed free and her hands immediately pulled down her panties and kicked them free across the floor. She was pleased with the freedom from her clothes and returned to her passionate dancing while he ogled her young, naked body. His dick twitched and swelled at the delicious sight of this young, naked and beautiful woman. "Sinsin, the music is fading and you may rest" he said. She ceased her provocative dance and sat her naked body down onto the lounge in a relaxed posture. Her hands resting on her lap and her breathing deep, as she caught her breathe. He studied her naked form. Her breasts we firm and her nipples were delightfully pink, large aureoles with big nipples that he knew would grow erect with whatever stimulation he was able to apply. Her legs were well shaped and her pubic hair was wavy and not too thick. It was clear that she had waxed, as the narrow strip of dark curls did not meet her thighs. Her face was extremely pretty, her eyes a dark green and her lips full and rosy. Lust filled his mind and he felt erotic excitement at the control he had over this beautiful young woman. "Sinsin, you must stretch your muscles after such strenuous exercise. You may stretch out here in front of me." Sinsin stood and move directly in front of where the Hood sat. She went through a series of warm down stretches consistent with a professional dancer. If the Hood was not so intent on looking at how her breasts rose and fell and how her pussy gaped as she spread her legs to stretch her thigh muscles, he would have been impressed at her suppleness and flexibility. After she had sat on the floor, crossed her legs in front of her then pressed the soles of her feet together so that he could see her vaginal lips glistening with beads of moisture he could resist his lust no longer. He stood up from his chair and told her to come to him. Again he ogled her as she stood and her breasts swayed as she moved to stand in front of him. He stood a full head taller than her and as she came close he could smell perfume that had wafted from her warm skin. "Take off my shoes and socks" her ordered and she immediately crouched down at his feet and undid the laces, then removed his shoes and socks. "Undo my belt" and she unbuckled the thick black belt from his waist. "Take off my shirt" and she unbuttoned the front, pulled the tails from his pants and moved behind him to take the shirt from his broad shoulders. Like his shaven head, his torso was hairless and his chest muscles gleamed as the sweat from the warm desert air and the visual excitement caused his skin to tingle and moisten. "Now my pants and underwear" he said and she obediently unbuttoned his pants and drew them down his legs so that he stepped out and then she eased his underwear down, pulling the material forward over his cock that was bulging within and as it was freed, it sprang forward in half tumescence. She hesitated momentarily as her eyes saw the large pink penis pointing forward toward her and he thought that his control over her may have faltered, but then she continued to remove the underwear and return to her position, standing naked in front of him. He returned to his chair and sat, never taking his eyes of her naked breasts. "Sinsin, your skin is feeling dry, there is some moisturiser in the kitchen. It has been mislabelled as olive oil. Bring the bottle here and use the moisturiser over all your body." Sinsin walked past him to the kitchen cupboards and soon found the small bottle of olive oil. She returned to stand in front of the Hood, opened the bottle, poured a small amount into her hands and started to apply the oil over her. She started with her feet and legs, then her buttocks, stomach, back, arms, breasts and neck. Throughout this time, the Hood played with his cock, gently wanking it to full erection. The nine-inch beast, a rigid pole capped with a bulbous circumcised knob, with his hairless scrotum dangling between his parted thighs. Her body glistened with the oil and he felt pre-cum ooze from his knob, which he used as lubricant on the shaft. "Sinsin, turn around and bend over, I want to see your arse." Sinsin obediently turned to bend forward, her legs straight and her bum spreading to show her puckered anus and her vagina, the lips slightly spread as her posture caused her crack to part. "Sinsin, you have not applied enough moisturiser to your bum and your pussy, they are itchy and need more moisturiser to relieve the itch. Stay like this so I can watch and make sure that you do a thorough job" he instructed. She diligently applied a generous amount of the oil and spread it over her cheeks and her vagina lips, spreading it up and down her crack and her labia. She gasped and cooed as she sought to relieve the itch that he had told her was plaguing her rear. Her palms slipped over her round arse and they rubbed up and around her labia that was swelling with the continued stimulation being applied to that intimate region. He took her to the next level by telling her "The itching over your arse has eased, but you are now feeling desire and you feel a need to masturbate. Show me how you masturbate yourself." Her hands paused in their motions only momentarily and then they moved deliberately to her vagina and started to rub the outer lips of her pussy. "I want you to tell me your intimate fantasy that will make your masturbation the most satisfying" he instructed her. "Tell me who are your fantasies about?" he asked as she rubbed her finger up and down her slippery slit. "I fantasise about a man who is a stranger to me" she started. "I am naked in front of him and he leers at me. I am embarrassed by my nudity and I know that he should not see me naked and yet I'm filled with a desire to show off my body." Her labia had swelled larger to look like the fat lips of an African woman. "He wants me to touch myself in front of him. He wants to see my breasts and my vagina. He wants me to spread my legs so that he can see all of me. I'm embarrassed but I feel myself getting hot with desire. I want him to take me and make love to me but he wants me to stand in front of him and show off." The Hood's breath caught in his throat as he realised that Sinsin's conscious mind was enjoying the event that was occurring and, far from resisting, was stimulated as her own fantasy was realised. "Tell me what you would like your Master to order you to do next?" he asked her, unashamedly wanking his pole. She hesitatingly replied "I want him to make me pleasure his ...., his... big,.. schlong!" She gasped as she was finally able to put into words the expression for his penis, but clearly she was affected by the vision of his dick, as she never removed her eyes from his glistening member as she spoke and he continued squeezing and rubbing his fat cock while she stumbled over her words. "Sinsin listen carefully" he ordered and Sinsin quickly stood and moved her head closer to his face, still with her eyes looking directly into the Hoods. "Closer Sinsin, I want to whisper a secret." She moved closer until her legs were splayed apart on each side of the chair. The Hood felt the warmth of her body as she bent over him brining her ear close to his mouth. The door to the room was suddenly crashed opened and a woman in a blue uniform stepped in pointing a laser gun directly at the Hood. "Hold it right there, Hood" she shouted taking in the situation with a glance. "Sinsin! Are you alright?" Sinsin looked at the woman and, unseen, the Hood quickly whispered in Sinsin's ear. "Say yes, then get the gun off her." Sinsin said to the woman, "Yes, I'm alright Sharon" and then stepped off the Hood. The woman gasped when she saw the size of the Hoods member and was momentarily distracted. In that second Sinsin had walked over to the woman and deftly grabbed the laser gun out of the woman's hands. The Hood quickly stood and told Sinsin "Hand me the gun!" Sinsin passed the weapon to the Hood who directed it at the woman in uniform. "Lie down" he ordered her and she reluctantly lay face down on the floor. "Do you know this woman?" he asked Sinsin. "Yes, she is Sharon Tracy" Sinsin replied. "Why is she wearing that uniform?" the Hood asked. Sharon cried desperately "Don't tell him Sinsin!" but Sinsin continued; "She is a Plunderbird and that is their uniform, she has come to rescue me." The Hood gasped in glee. "At last, I have a Plunderbird in my hands. You must have your craft nearby, pretty girl?" Sharon again appealed to Sinsin "Sinsin don't tell him anything!" But the Hood quickly replied "Your appeals are useless, she is under my power and will do only what I ask. Sinsin, tie Miss Sharon Tracy to the bed posts, I want to see what the famous Plunderbird craft looks like." Sinsin obediently took the rope that the Hood handed her from his bag and bound Sharon to the bed. Under the control of the Hood, her physical strength was magnified and uncompromising. Her hands were strong enough to immobilise the hapless Plunderbird regardless of her struggle and protestations. Each arm was bound tightly to the bed head and each foot to the legs of the bed so that Sharon was spreadeagled face upward on the sturdy camp bed. The Hood instructed Sinsin to gag Sharon and then, both still naked, they walked out of the caravan. The Hood surveyed the scene but there was no craft to be seen. A breeze was blowing the sand across the vista and the tracks that were obviously belonging to Sharon Tracy, quickly disappeared past the windbreak offered by the caravan. On the horizon a dark cloud was gathering and the Hood commented, "We are in for another sand storm. At least that will delay other Plunderbirds craft and give me time to plan my next move." The Hood looked at Sinsin, her long hair blowing in the strengthening breeze and the fading sun turning her flawless skin a golden colour, making her a picture of naked beauty. "Lets go back inside Sinsin, you have unfinished business to attend to." They both returned into the caravan and the Hood secured the door closed. He closely examined Sharon Tracy. She was an athletically built blonde and the Plunderbirds uniform showed her figure off to maximum effect. The wide waist belt featured her hourglass figure. Her face was pretty, with a small scar high on her forehead, doubtlessly the cost of a rescue mission. "Well pretty girl, you know that I have the power to entrance you and make you tell me all that you know." Sharon Tracy gasped as she thought of their secret island and her mothers' insistent demand that they never divulge their identity or location. "But for the moment" the Hood continued, "it will please me more that you are fully aware of what happens..." "Sinsin, remove her clothes, I want to see the hidden pleasures of this young girl" he ordered. Sinsin immediately obeyed her Masters command. She unbuckled the belt and placed in on a nearby chair. The Hood picked it up and searched through the compartments. Next her boots were removed, one at a time so that there was no opportunity for Sharon to escape her bounds. Then Sinsin started to unclasp Sharon's blouse as Sharon begged Sinsin to stop, the Hood moved close to watch the young flesh exposed. Under her ultra lightweight and elasticised uniform, Sharon wore a red bra of thin material yet with embroidered pattern across the low cut cups that were so low that her light pink areoles could be seen. Her breasts were large and as she lay on the bed, they bulged out of the bra in luscious mounds. Sinsin did not slow in her task and methodically proceeded to unzip Sharon's trousers and pull them down to her ankles before again going through the routine of undoing one binding at a time to take away the pants. Sharon's panties matches her bra in colour and pattern, but the Hoods pulse quickened as he noted that the panties were a high cut thong and that the material at the back would be almost imperceptible to the eye. "That will do Sinsin" he said and Sharon perceptively relaxed as Sinsin moved away from the bound prisoner. "I'll finish the job" the Hood continued and again panic filled Sharon's eyes as she realised that she had not been given a reprieve. The Hood stood naked next to Sharon his penis touching against the smooth skin of her hip. In his hand he held a pair of strong scissors that Sharon recognised were from her Plunderbird belt. They were strong enough to cut tin and leather, necessary in rescues to cut seat belts or other interfering materials. Now, in the Hoods hands they had a sinister appearance that she had never before noticed. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead as she feared the worst from the bald headed and naked man who had her at his mercy. Her head shook from side to side and her eyes pleaded with him as he moved closer. The Hood reached forward and slipped the cold scissors under the wide shoulder straps of her bra that were needed for her "C" cup size and smoothly cut each strap. The elastic sprung away, but as she lay the cups remained in place over her ample breasts. He cut the thin straps at the sides of her bikini pants and she squeezed her thighs together to stop them springing off her most private femininity. The Hood grabbed her bra and threw it across the room. Sharons nipples stood erect under his powerful gaze as he lecherously ogled their pink upturned form. He lowered his head to within a centimetre of her right tit and blew cool air across the aureole causing her skin to goose-bump and her nipple to bulge further forward. She wanted to squirm but knew that any movement would raise her nipple into his mouth. His opened his mouth and looked in her eyes as his tongue poked out and licked around and over her erect cherry. She groaned in both disappointment and relief as the sensation of his tongue caused electric shocks through her breast and started to break her resistance. He placed his mouth over her aureole and started to suck while still teasing and tweaking her nipple with his tongue. She could not stop the reaction of her body to his erotic stimulation and her nipple sent pleasurable pulsations across her chest and into her mind. Again she groaned and tested the bonds that held her, but this groan was one of only pleasure. He tugged the destroyed bikini brief out from between her thighs and threw it to the floor. Then he ran his fingers across her pubis, never ceasing in his oral assault to her breast. He felt no pubic hair and his fingers kept lightly caressing, moving slowly across and down until he touched the top point of her slit. Around it was bulging as her uncontrolled arousal swelled her erogenous zones. His finger stayed at the very top of her slit and he gently massaged this start of her opening. Her eyes drilled holes in the ceiling as her pulse raced and beads of sweat broke out across her face and chest. She knew what was coming but could not stop his incessant exploration of her body. His suckling on her tit was having an uncontrollable effect on her self-control. Suddenly he moved to her other breast and sucked hard, bringing another wave of pleasure and causing Sharon to gasp out "No, no." But tone of her voice betrayed her words and he knew that she really meant "Yes, yes!" She knew that Lips would be able to talk her way out of this situation. Lips was so smart and always had an answer for everything. But she doubted that Lips had ever found herself in a predicament as dire as this! "Sinsin, come here" the Hood ordered. "Suckle these breasts, stimulate them, she wants you to make her come." Sinsin bent over Sharon and sensuously started licking and sucking Sharon's nipples, her hands squeezing and kneading the large youthful orbs. Sharon gasped as the sensation of the soft girls lips and teasing tongue bought her to higher levels of erotic stimulation. The Hood stood behind Sinsin and spread her buttocks apart and teased his large prick against the outside of her slippery quim. She shuddered as it slid up and down her widening slit. The Hood grinned as his knob spread ger lips apart and then he eased it into her hot wet hole. It slipped in easily, yet spread her tight hole wide around his bulging cock. He slowly pushed it in to the hilt and pulsed his loins so that his cock throbbed deep inside her. Then he equally slowly withdrew, relishing every centimetre. His dick came out with a wet sucking noise and it stood proud in the air, glistening with Sinsin's pussy juice. Plunderbirds are Go! Jess Tracy sat at her desk, her face a mask of gritty concern. Around her were four of her five daughters. Harriet sat on the rectangular bench seat in the middle of the room. Next to her sat Joanne. Joanne's twin sister, Virginia had just entered the room and sat to one side in a large leather armchair, while Glenda stood imposingly next to Virginia with her arms crossed and legs stridently set apart emphasising her athletic build. It was the absence of one daughter that was causing Jess Tracy and her daughter's their immediate concern. How could there be this problem on their first training mission? Was it just an equipment failure or was it sabotage by the Hood, that evil man who they had now learnt was desperate to access their secret Plunderbird technology? There was only one way to find out and it had to start immediately. Mrs Tracy looked at the twins and stated the order that they all knew was their impending mission. "Joanne and Virginia; I want you to take Plunderbird 2 immediately to the Danger Zone and find out what has happened with PLB1. Report on your observations before you touch down. Take Optional Vehicles & Accessories number 2 with the rescue kit. Plunderbirds are GO!" Even before she had uttered the last command, Harriet had risen from the bench seat to let Virginia seat down next to Joanne. Joanne lifted a cover under the seat and pressed a concealed switch. The hum of distant motors preceded the separation of the floor under the bench seat and two sets of lap restraints emerged from the sides of the seat to secure Joanne and Virginia as the couch lowered into the concealed depths of the Plunderbird hanger. Barely two minutes later, the massive PLB2 carrying OVA2 slipped quietly out of the hanger then powerfully rose airborne in a low forward trajectory across the open sea that surrounded the tropical recluse of Tracy Island and raced to the desert danger zone where they would search for Sharon and Sinsin. Joanne and Virginia As soon as their flight plan was logged into the sophisticated computer navigation program, the girls changed into their Plunderbird uniforms. Joanne noticed that Virginia was wearing a G string and that no bushy pubes were visible around the thin strip of underwear. "Hey Virginia, what have you been up to? When did you get the Brazillian?" "Sinsin told me about it and so I let her do a full wax. It really hurt when she did it, but now it feels great!" Joanne immediately decided that she too would get tidied up when they returned to base. As they approached the danger zone the sun was moving low on the horizon towards dusk. They reduced altitude to escape the radio gaze of the regional armed forces but a dune that was higher than the others suddenly appeared in front of the speeding craft. Joanne quickly applied the air brakes and took evasive action but the speed of their travel caused them to clip the top of the dune, spreading a large plume of sand across their bow. Her vision was immediately obscured and she knew that she had to quickly land the craft. Another dune blocked their trajectory and the large machine hit it heavily, the sound of crunching metal crushing the OVA within the frame of the transport craft. The fall had structurally damaged the access door to the OVA into a twisted mass of metal and equipment. Immediately Joanne and Virginia checked that an evacuation was not demanded then peered through the doorway at the precious cargo of rescue equipment and wondered how long it would take for them to physically open the protective cage door as all their high tech metal cutting equipment was out of reach inside the damaged OVA. Their situation was worsened by the odour of spilt fuel emanating from a jerry can that had been ruptured by the impact. The desert sun beat down on the hull of the stricken Plunderbird. A shaft of direct sun reflected through a fallen glass bulb and was concentrated into an angry beam of heated light visible to the eye as it picked up fragments of dust shaken free during the crash to ground. As the dust inside the OVA settled, the beam of intense light penetrated onto a pile of papers that had fallen to the floor in a dishevelled heap. Under the intense desert afternoon heat the stack of paper blackened, smoked and now was only moments away from igniting into an angry lick of flame that would quickly consume the dried paper sheets and likely trigger an explosion of spilt fuel from the ruptured jerry can. They both knew that they had to extinguish the fire quickly before it ignited the fuel, but the bent and tangled bars of the OVA kept them tantalisingly out of reach of the smoking paper fuel. They tried a CO2 fire extinguisher but it did not have the range to reach the target, the gas only briefly delaying the ignition as the cloud of gas interrupted the stream of harsh sunlight. They quickly assessed all their possible options but came up empty and felt a sense of impending disaster. Reluctantly Virginia knew how only she could put saturate the paper stack from 3 metres away. She knew that only she was able to shoot a stream of liquid over 3 metres, enough to saturate the pile of paper. She knew that the way to do this was to masturbate to orgasm. She knew that when she masturbated herself to orgasm her body's reaction to the passion that gripped her was more powerful than she could control. In the throes of orgasm her body convulsed and in orgasm she would squirt a stream of what she called her "love juice" powerful enough to hit the ceiling of her room. If she could orgasm right here and now she could save them from this disaster. She looked at her beautiful sibling and decided that she must act now. "Don't judge me sister but just help me here." she said as she started to disrobe. "What are you going to do? Piss on it? You'll never make the distance!" "This isn't going to be piss and it will make the distance." She quickly stripped off her uniform and underclothes then sat naked against the jammed door. She wriggled her two ankles through the bars so that her vagina was splayed open towards the target, then she started rubbing her pussy. Joanne couldn't believe that Virginia was on the same mental planet, but she watched mesmerised as Virginia went to work on her love hole, probing deeply into her slot then pulling out and rubbing her lips with glistening juice. Virginia knew that to get herself quickly to orgasm she needed to use her most powerful fantasy and the knowledge that her sister was watching her lewd display added deliciously to the fantasy as did the feeling of the cold metal bars against her splayed thighs. Her mind raced through her fantasy and her consciousness dissolved away from reality and into her own slippery succulent imaginary world. Her pace increased as she slipped her middle finger deep into her hole and rubbed along the top of her pubic bone where she felt a rich throbbing sensation. She arched her back and screamed a deep and throaty yell. Her vagina pulsed, open and closed like a fish out of water and then a stream of clear orgasmic come shot out and upwards in a arch across the room to land smack bang on the paper fuse. Virginia grunted, her legs splayed widely, her pussy gushing like a hose, a strong unbroken pulse of liquid love. Sweat burst from her every pore. Her face was a mask of orgasmic oblivion. Her breath came in short, deep gasps. "Jesus Christ!" Joanne exclaimed astounded at both the spectacular sight of a fountain of come shooting out of her sisters gaping pussy and the accuracy of her shot to hit and extinguish the paper fire. In her own mind she felt a curious desire to experience the same paroxysm of lust and wondered if she too could bring herself to such an explosive orgasmic peak and her pussy tingled in anticipation. Virginia lay back shuddering as the orgasms blew her mind into a state of euphoria. Her body lay spreadeagled in total orgasmic exhaustion. She rested against the metal bars spent with sweat glistening across her rosy flushed skin. Joanne picked up Virginias t-shirt that had been quickly thrown across the cockpit with her uniform and wiped the sweat from her sisters face. "That was amazing babe! You really know how to get yourself off in a hurry!" "Yeah, thanks." was all Virginia could muster. "I think I need to rest here for a minute." she gasped and closed her eyes. Joanne took out a light blanket from the cockpit first aid kit and offered it to Virginia, but she shook her head. "If you don't mind I'll just stay like this for the moment -- it's too hot." So Joanne folded it into a square pillow and placed it under Virginia's head and left her naked on the floor of the cockpit while she started the process of contacting Plunderbird base, assessing and reporting on the damage to the craft and the OVA. Joanne made sure to keep one eye on Virginia to see how she was recovering. Joanne couldn't help but marvel at how sexy Virginia looked. Unselfconsciously Virginia was stroking her pussy as she came down from her massive orgasm and Joanne could not help but ogle her beautiful sisters erotic display. After Joanne had stabilised the situation she sat with Virginia and explained the rescue actions that were now underway. In the quiet that followed their tense experience Joanne coaxed Virginia to explain how she was able to make herself squirt such a powerful stream of love juice. Virginia remembered how one summer, as a young 18 year old girl at the family farm she had been obsessed with the gardener, Jim. It was during a holiday when she was separated from her twin, who had travelled to Spain with her Mother and youngest sister Glenda, to visit her sick Grandfather. Virginia had been left in the care of her two elder sisters, Harriet and Sharon. Every week the gardener would arrive to mow the extensive lawns around their bungalow and tend the sub tropical garden and pool. Every opportunity she had she would watch him from her bedroom window as he worked hard to keep their garden in good order. In the hot summer months the sweat would saturate his khaki shirt and he would have several buttons undone to help keep cool in the heat of the task. She loved watching his muscular body stride back and forth across the lawn a picture of physical perfection. Each time she felt herself swooning with delight as he leaned over to empty the grass catcher and his trousers stretched tight across his muscular arse. She noticed how he would watch out of the corner of his eye when her then 21 year old elder sister Harriet, swam in the pool and how he would retreat into the garden shed immediately after she had dived into the pool. One week she decided to hide in the shed and see what he did. Inside the shed she concealed herself behind two bales of hay and was rewarded when he came in, pulled out his fat dick and masturbated himself while perving on her sister swimming in the pool. She had to bite her lip as he grunted and ejaculated a thick creamy wad of sperm, his muscles tensing and glistening with sweat as his orgasm sent his sun tanned body into paroxysmic shudders. He quickly cleaned himself and left in his van. She stayed and rubbed herself to an intense orgasm. Next week the lewd act was repeated and she subtly joined in by rubbing her pussy through her panties until she too gushed a wet orgasm. The following week she was emboldened enough to sneak into the shed without panties so that she could relieve herself without impediment and the problem of wet panties to secretly wash. The next week she found that a tomahawk laying nearby was an excellent makeshift dildo, its curved handle reaching parts of her vagina that her shampoo bottle dildo did not touch. But the next week as she settled into her cosy concealed corner an accident struck and changed her life. She was engrossed in watching Jim as he wanked his meat at the window. The tomahawk handle was pleasantly sipping in and out of her tight pussy but seemed to be hitting a particularly delightful spot deep in her slippery slot. Her mind drifted into a lustful dream that he was jerking his cock into her face, when she was overwhelmed by a lustful thrill that started as a tingle in her toes and quickly paralysed her legs and thighs and torso causing her to move from her squashed sitting position onto her toes with her back arched and pussy gaping wide. She couldn't control her body as her hands pushed the axe handle against that sensitive spot and an orgasm more powerful than she had ever experienced wracked her body and paralysed her mind. At its climax her groin twitched and throbbed and she felt like she was launching a powerful missile out of her vagina, yet she plunged the handle in again and again. In fact she was ejaculating a stream of girl come across the small room and splashing into the window in front of the masturbating gardener. Jim was lost in blissful fantasy about the bathing Harriet when he was interrupted and stopped mid stroke as the window in front of him splashed with liquid and he turned with guilt to see who had busted him in his perverts hideaway. He saw two legs showing out from behind the hay and heard a breathy grunting noise. He half pulled up his pants and took three quick steps to the back of the shed where he saw Virginia completely naked, legs spread, back arched and furiously thrusting the wooden tomahawk handle into her gaping pussy. As he stood transfixed by the deranged vision she gasped and a stream of clear liquid ejaculated upwards in a pressurised pulse from her sloppy cunt and splashed across his face and into his open mouth. Her face was a mask of passion and her eyes were looking directly upwards at the ceiling -- he realised that she was out of control and had no idea that he was standing there, saturated by her pussy fluid. Jim gasped and tasted the syrupy fluid on his tongue and wiped if from his face. He used his wet hand to add lubrication to the turgid pole that had sprung back to erection at the lurid vision of youthful sexual dementia. He quickly wanked his dick and his orgasm peaked just as Virginia was coming down off her orgasmic high. Her eyes registered with horror that she had been busted as she saw Jims cock spurting creamy white juice out of its immense knob and arcing through space to land splat on her stomach and chest. The contrast in colour between her pink flushed skin and his white creamy jism made her think of peaches and cream and she had a desire to taste the spunky fluid to see if its image matched her fantasy, but then her naked prostrate and exposed immediate situation returned to her mind. She gasped just as Jim's last pulsation ejected a glob of come goo directly into her open mouth and the stream of creamy delight landed across her tongue, teeth and lips. She tasted her first experience of man come, the slippery musky fluid a new sensation to her young taste buds. Virginia was not sure what was about to occur but the moment was lost when Harriet's voice called out for Jim and he quickly packed away his sticky meaty slab, pulled up his pants and darted out of the shed towards his van. Sadly Jim did not return to work at the family farm and was replaced by an older and more dutiful gardener. Virginia had however, secretly developed her masturbation technique and knew how to bring herself to orgasm by using a curved dildo, or any other makeshift tool. Joanne remembered Jim the gardener and she realised how the story of her twin sisters' experience had thrilled her own loins. She was definitely going to explore her own potential to squirt a massive orgasm at her earliest opportunity. But now the throbbing sound of a powerful engine approaching signalled that a rescue craft had arrived. Plunderbirds Sharon could not resist the incessant sensation of Sinsins tongue and mouth on her sensitive nipples and the vision of the Hoods large muscular naked body and his enormous penis covered in Sinsins creamy spunk. He senses overwhelmed her mind and an orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach and built like a whirlpool taking her mind and body into faster circles of emotion until she arched thrusting her pelvis upward in an appeal for something to pleasure and satisfy her clitoris. The Hood smiled as he watched the young blonde succumb to the constant pleasure inflicted upon her by Sinsin. He again sank his pole into Sinsin and set up a pleasurable fucking rhythm accompanied by a luscious squelching sound as her vagina creamed pussy juice over his cock. He looked around the room and saw an object that was going to suit his depraved mind. Sinsins overnight bag lay open in the corner of the caravan and he could see a 500mL bottle of shampoo, the plastic bottle a curved hour glass tube roughly shaped like a large penis and easily able to satisfy his purpose. "Sinsin" he ordered, "I want you to walk with me and get your shampoo." Locked together they waddled across the room, the Hood still with his cock up her tight fanny, Sinsin bending slightly forward and with her legs apart to accommodate his erect member. When she leant over to get the bottle, the Hood gave several quick, hard strokes and then groped her ample breasts as they frog marched back to the immobilised Sharon. "Fuck Sharons' pussy with that bottle. Make her come for me" he instructed. Sharon begged Sinsin not to, but inside she was excited and willing at the prospect of finally having her arousal satiated. Sinsin rubbed the tapered end of the bottle around Sharons hairless pussy, her labia wet with pussy juices, slid over and around the cap. Gradually Sinsin eased the top into Sharon and watched mesmerised as her pussy opened and swallowed the bottle with barely the slightest resistance. Sharon had lifted her head as stared as Sinsin glided the fat bottle in. Sharon gasped with amazement both at the vision of her most intimate place being intruded by a bottle of shampoo and at the waves of pleasure that cascaded through her pelvis. She slumped back and let her self go with the animal instincts that were now causing her to push her pelvis against the bottle and Sinsins hand and make her grunt with passion. The Hood knew that he was not going to be able to hold back much longer. He told Sinsin "Sinsin look at your Plunderbird girl friend. See how she is creaming with lust after you have stimulated her with your tongue. Are you aroused at the vision before you and my cock inside your slippery pussy?" Sinsin gasped "Yes, yes it feels wonderful!" "Fuck me Sinsin, come on me, orgasm on my dick" he told her and immediately she cried out and started pushing back on his ramrod. Sharon was bucking against the shampoo crying out with short grunts and squeals as Sinsin moaned long deep guttural gasps of "yes, yes!" The Hood enjoyed the degenerate view of one girl masturbating with a bottle and the other using his cock to satisfy her primeval lust. He felt his orgasm start from his feet, his toes curled and his legs turned to tingly rubber and then his cock swelled larger before bursting out in an explosion that caused him to see stars while grabbing Sinsins hips and mercilessly pounding his fat shaft as deep as he could. Sinsin felt his cock lengthen and harden and her orgasm hit like a tidal wave swamping her senses as the Hood roughly pulled her hips again and again and thrust into her. She felt the hot semen filling her vagina and adding more lubrication to her already succulent hole. Sharon saw the faces of Sinsin and the Hood glazing over with orgasmic rapture and knowing that they were both coming was enough to send her over the edge again and again as Sinsin unconsciously rammed the bottle into Sharon's welcoming channel. The Hood kept fucking slowing only as his cock started to soften and then plopped out of Sinsins pussy that leaked their combined juices down her legs and onto Sharons thighs. He sat back on the chair and told Sinsin to lick his cock clean of the foamy mix of their juices. She obediently crouched down next to him and started licking the sticky juices off his cock, ball and thighs. As she had let go of the shampoo bottle Sharons last orgasmic clench caused her pussy to squeeze the bottle out and it fell between her legs. Sharon collapsed into a half dazed sleep. The Hood sat back and contemplated his next move while he ogled their naked, nubile bodies. The sound of the wind and sand buffeting the caravan eased his concerns over being interrupted a second time by the Plunderbird organisation. Unknown to the Hood the Plunderbirds organisation had swung into action. Back at Tracy Island Ms Tracy, Sharons mother had alerted the team to her study, the operational HQ for their secret organisation. She looked at the four girls anxiously seated opposite her and with great concern in her voice she ordered them "Plunderbirds are go!"