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 Doctors in the Shadows 13 MSD Compound, Pointe Noir Congo At 0645 hours the
sun was being felt as the full food convoy was marshalling at the warehouse
and motor pool.  Three cargo trucks, 4 security vehicles, staff vans to
transport Peace Corps and MSD Staff.  The security detail had 16 CA troops
led by Lt Dume.

   The MSD team led by Dr Peeters had two nurses one European the other
Congolese.  The food stocks and medical supplies had been loaded overnight
and guarded with all agencies committed to being under way by 0700 hours
am.

   MSD Conference, Brazzaville Throughout the Congo government and the
allied embassies there was as urgency in action over the news of Castro's
niece, a supposed Humanitarian Cultural Worker being captive in either
Angola or Congo.

   In the witches brew of West African geo-politics every NGO and
government entity was motivated to search for the Cuban woman.  The western
and allied intelligence agencies licked their chops at the chance to help
"rescue" and then potentially interrogate the Cuban leader's niece.

   The information leaked to MSD overnight after the social.  It was at the
1000 hours coffee break in the conference that Dumars spoke of the matter.

   The country head, Dumars immediately changed focus of the conference
from the Performance Evaluation Groups being formed and headed by Moreau,
to adjusting to an all hands tasking to assist in the search or rescue.

   Dumars explained all NGO's should endeavor to help rescue or assist the
Cuban cultural worker who was a humanitarian like them.

   Dr.  Moreau being a big picture thinker like her boss Dumars, knew that
should MSD make even a small contribution to getting the Nunez woman back,
it could be a huge publicity coupe for MSD in other left leaning countries
in Latin America.

   Convoy Route to Loubono, Highway N1 The vehicle engines had all been
shut off to conserve fuel while Lt Dume set a hasty security perimeter
directing his troops race outward some 50 meters from the trucks.  Having
already informed Dani he planned to halt after they had been underway for
two and a half to three hours for a water and rest break.

   Dani Grimes sat in the Van directly behind Lt Dume's lead command
vehicle reviewing her map trying to gauge what time they could expect to
arrive at the relative safety of Loubono.

   When she dismounted to check on the other vehicles despite the relative
cool air of the van, her tan polo shirt had huge perspiration rings in the
armpit and cleavage areas attesting to the heat and stress of moving along
the route.

   Cpl Youla in the command vehicle flew his fingers over the radio
frequency controls keeping good contact with the CA command tent back at
Pointe Noire.  The Corporal did an occasional commo check with French air
assets he hoped were thousands feet overhead as their back up even though
he could not see or hear them.

   The CA troops and their officer and other leaders knew if there were
going to be problems it would happen inside the first 37 miles of National
Game Preserve they were just entering.  The thick canopied terrain gave
excellent cover for ambushes.

   MSD Compound, Pointe Noir The urgent calls from MSD Brazzaville had been
almost none stop.  First, Dr.  Moreau to alert Wright to expect additional
taskings and then the actual micro managing by Dumars' staff of asking
Pointe Noir superficial questions about readiness and how much fuel they
had.  All the kinds of rubbish Wright and Moreau had already sent weeks
before in monthly reports.

   Dr.  Moreau called once more to explain that they may need to send a
medical team out on very short notice and that if so she wanted him to use
Roux as the Lead since the French doctor was her most experienced field
doctor with "bush experience".

   "Chief" she said sternly in her closing remarks over the weak phone
connection, "Please stay at PN and hold the team together until I return.
Do not leave the compound while the search is on for the Cuban."

   The Chief of Staff wondered briefly it Dr.  Moreau was revealing she
held some soft spot for him.  Then he realized she was just being
brilliantly tactical for the current situation.

   None of the doctors were in clinic this morning.  On days without clinic
the doctors were expected to troupe into the central MSD office and attend
to paperwork, coordinate with nurses to insure drugs were rotated and such.

   Girard arrived and immediately busied herself with updating clinical
records for the newly hired Congolese employees and arriving CA soldiers.
Her fresh lightly starched work outfit of tan wrap-around skirt and short
sleeve blouse made her look like a young flight attendant from back in the
60's.  Her canvas white boat shoes made her appear as if she were ready for
a picnic.  None of it hid her opulent womanly shapes.

   Just before 1100 hours Wright saw Dr.  Girard talking to one of the MSD
staff clerks a young Portuguese.  He approached the pair with a serious
gaze on his face asking, "Dr.  Girard do you mind helping me with a project
if you have a free half hour or so?

   The clerk suspected nothing of Wright's request and returned to work. 
Girard nodded glumly, walking out of the administration area in stride
alongside Wright.

   The two doctors took off in the small utility truck which was at
Moreau's disposal always at the HQ.  As they sped away from the
administration hut area Claire Girard wondered whimsically what Wright had
in mind.

   As the two sped along in the old truck, the worn seats jostled and
smacked Girard's sumptuous ass like if she were being spanked.  Her springy
firm ass cheeks were actually warmed when they stopped at Roux's hut.

   Claire swung her legs and grabbed the door to dismount and Wright
stopped her, his eyes roving over the juicy display of thigh her skirt
flashed as she pivoted in the seat.

   "No Girard...wait here.  We'll only be a minute." He said dully as he
alighted from the vehicle leaving the truck idling.

   At the door to Roux's hut, Wright's knock was met with silence,
signaling Roux was either sleeping off something or at the Navy Showers. 
The chief of Staff scribbled a brief note and left it in the door jamb and
hopped back in the truck, still failing to explain his actions to the
pretty French Doctor.

   Nearing Loubono, Dolisile Airport from the East Oyinloye and his band of
rebels accompanied by the politicos expected to rest once more in the
afternoon as they traveled at about 20 mph through the bushy trail leading
toward the airport.  The rebel leader expected to strike the airport just
after nautical twilight.

   Mysteriously for reasons the primitive rebel did not understand in the
past 12 hours the old Soviet radio pack that allowed him to talk with his
political backers in Brazzaville and Cabinda had gone silent.  So he had no
new intelligence that the valued hostage he was dragging through Congo as a
sex toy was the niece of the President of Cuba.

   When the allies had broken the Cuban diplomatic communique through a
South African agent in Luanda that a missing cultural worker was actually
Castro's niece a western intelligence source carried out a jamming
operation throughout Angola and Congo.

   Oyinloye intended to leave a ten man reserve team camped in the bush to
guard the woman while he and the rest of his force struck the warehouses at
the airport.  Then post raid the rebel leader intended to traverse rapidly
back into Cabinda.

   Traveling somewhat blind Oyinloye did have the element of surprise on
his side as he prepared to conduct his boldest raid yet.

   Suddenly a peal of thunder sounded in the valley the rebels were
traversing in their ragged convoy.  Hot moist tropical rain began to fall
slowly and then more intermittent.  It being May all of West Africa could
have these mid-day and later afternoon rain storms.  In two more months
these very thunderstorms, would grow to be the Atlantic hurricanes capable
of ravishing America.  Now forced to slow down his progress Oyinloye
contemplated holding the attack off until the next day.  The political
hacks would not hear it and they were paying the bills.

   Moving through the National Preserve The food convoy was moving north
and in the distant east Lt Dume could see the thunder storm that was
beginning to lash the valley.

   Dani was hoping they could gain the safety of the airport ahead of the
ugly weather she saw out her passenger side window.  She was not scared, as
Dume was a good competent leader of the CA troops.  But inside for her own
reasons she wished Capt Opango was leading the convoy.  She wanted to be
near him.

   Wright pulled up to the helipad shack.  Again he left Girard seated
while he went inside.  He wanted to be certain the shack was unoccupied. 
He had already seen the Ops schedule for MSD and Peace Corp and it showed
no helicopter arrival or departures for this day.

   As he returned to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door
for Girard, she strangely felt a stirring in her loins as she pondered
Wright driving her to this isolated spot.

   Casually she swung her legs out the door, her skirt skidded upward in
her lap affording her blue and white polka dot panties to be exposed to
Wright's view, as she didn't even try to keep her skirt down.

   Back at Roux's hut he'd returned from the showers and immediately saw
Wright's note on his door saying, "Come meet Girard and I at the helipad
shack."

   Inside on the worn sofa of the helipad hut, Wright had Claire relaxed,
her skirt skidded into her lap as he played his stethoscope over the tight
bodice of her blouse.

   After briefly kissing and fondling her unrestrictedly he told her how
much he enjoyed spying on her on the first mission to Madingo Kaye and that
he wanted to see her masturbate.

   Despite being mildly embarrassed, Girard heated up easily now whether
with Africans or Europeans More importantly, she felt liberated at being in
demand sexually.

   The only suitable phallic shape available was a 6 inch MK-13 Day/Night
signal flare Wright saw among a shelf with other routine tools.  The flare
was still safety sealed in an aluminum casing as Wright took it down off
the shelf.

   He extended the cool aluminum tube about 7 inches long toward her face
forcing her to lick and kiss the end of the device.

   Girard blew her warm breathe up and down the length of the casing. 
Wright now knelt across her form, her skirt rucked up to her waist as he
teased her pantie crotch with the cool metal of his stethoscope.

   "Go on and do it.  Tease me...let me see you play with your clit and
pussy.  Tease me...."

   Girard clenched the aluminum tube in her right hand, sliding it across
the exposed crotch of her panties.  She lightly tapped the steadily
engorging nub of her clit which was concealed but stood out prominently in
her underwear.

   Wright stood suddenly and whisked his hardened dick from his trousers,
slowly stroking it in his hand to her teasing.  Shiny bubbles of pre-come
visible at his piss slit.

   In a matter of moments the shiny droplets of dick sap had extended down
3-4 inches from his piss hole.  As he knelt near her the faint teasing odor
was present in her nostrils exciting her further.

   She extended her tongue and licked the juicy drops up, which simply led
to Wright producing more of his tangy pre come.

   Placing his strong hands in her shiny black coiffure of hair and leaning
forward he put it in reach of her lips, teasing her saying, "You want to
suck tart?"

   Girard shivered with increasing arousal at even being referenced in such
a pejorative way.  As soon as her lips descended over Wright's dick knob
her nipples, labia and clit seemed to become engorged with blood.  Her lips
and tongue stropped down and over the first 3-4 inches of his sturdy pipe.

   Claire got a sharp burst of his dick flavor on her tongue as she sucked.

   Wright palmed and agitated her firm nipples with one hand while his
other stayed woven in her dark hair.  Frothy white streaks of her saliva
glazed his dick as she let her lovely face be pushed and pulled onto the
modest cock.

   Claire had pulled her pantie crotch aside and began working the flare
into her now moist trench.  Wright thrilled nastily as he glanced at her
debauched actions down between her shapely legs.

   Roux was successful at bumming a ride from a World Food Program vehicle
that happened along as he started to walk toward the chopper hut.  He
entered the hut to the sounds of, "Spllsh, glagg, ugh, glagghl" droning
from Girard.  The pretty doctor was now taking 6 inches of Wright's
dick-meat into her on the instroke.

   Dolisile Airport, Loubono Medical Aid Clinic

   Dr.  Sofia Pordelini was an attractive Endocrinist and General
Psychologist who had left Italy in disgrace after being implicated in her
divorced husband's tax and influence peddling schemes.  The 40 year old had
hired on a year ago with MSD and was talented but troubled.

   She was a perfect fit to run the 5 person aid station at the regional
airfield of Dolisile.  Pordelini was talented but had made terrible choices
with men and was now disgraced in her home of Naples, Italy.  She was
banished it seemed to now have to work for scraps until someone could
rescue her from the backwater MSD job here in Congo.  Even her moderately
influential family had not been able to help her.

   At her desk she was anxious because she loved the autonomy of her
position but disliked the over supervision she felt she received from the
arrogant staffs of Moreau and Dumars.

   Additionally she was eager for her supplies and medicines due on the
approaching convoy.  Dr.  Pordelini's duties were pretty straight forward,
she had lots of time and capable staff to conduct the sick call for the CA
and smattering of allied troops.  The rest of her responsibility was to
keep the NGO staffs healthy enough to do their food distribution.

   "Hmmmm." Sofia stood and paced to the window, which looked out on the
small runway from her clinic at the ominous clouds.  The French military
customs official, Capt Vic Hollande sat cockily on the corner of her desk.

   Hollande was ogling Sofia's ass, which was a bit on the broad side, but
not bad.  Again he was frustrated by not having a very good view of it,
since her skirt wasn't very tight.  Her MSD doctor's smock partially
obscured the view, also.

   "Don't you want to take your coat off?" Capt Hollande asked, moving up
behind her.  The nearness of his voice startled Sofia and she turned
quickly.  Her full breasts smacked into his chest.  She gasped.  Vic
grinned, gazing down from his six feet of height.

   "What's the matter?" he asked, continuing to stand against her.  She was
trapped between him and the window.

   His arm, against the window frame, blocked her.  "You seem nervous."
Hollande through INTERPOL and French Embassy sources had the full dossier
on Sofia's tax and business problems which led to her divorce and
estrangement from her family.  He had every intention of exploiting it for
intimate favors after learning how desperate the Italian woman was to get
her name cleared.

   She looked marvelously appealing to the 28-year-old at that moment. 
After compiling his facts on her, he realized that she fit the yen he had
lately to entrap an older woman in his unique web of debauchery.  Sofia
seemed like the excellent prospect.

   Hollande grasped her and pulled her against him.  Her mouth flew open to
object and his firm lips pressed her soft ones.  His tongue sank between
the even ridges of her teeth.

   Dr.  Pordelini thrilled wildly, and this appalled her.  She tried to
push at the tall, wiry young man, but he wouldn't relinquish his hold.  He
just kept kissing her, his wet tongue thrashing in her mouth as her heart
hammered, her blood racing through her veins.  She even felt a little spurt
of female moisture between the lips of her snatch.

   When Hollande finally came up for air, she felt weak.  Her knees
wobbled, as if they were about to give way.  He caught a very definite
message in her eyes, and he bent, sweeping her off the floor and up across
his arms.  He carried her toward the adjacent exam room of her office.

   "Put me down!" Sofia cried, kicking.  This made her skirt skid along her
thighs, revealing a garter clasp, then a slice of white skin above the top
of a stocking.

   Dr.  Pordelini was among a vanguard of modern European women who were
turning from pantyhose back to stockings and garter belts.  Sofia felt even
a tropical backwater like Congo would not prevent her from showing off her
upscale bearing.

   Holland dropped her in the center of the exam cot.  "Yell all you want
to," he said, unbuttoning his shirt.  "This place is soundproofed."

   Though naturally cocky, Vic Hollande would never have dared act so
forward with the woman if he hadn't read a clear go-ahead in her eyes.  He
had seen it there for several months as he slowly interrogated her for
exploitation.

   She didn't realize she had flashed the message and would have denied it,
but it had been there.

   Hollande threw off his shirt, then dropped to the cot beside Sofia who,
though still attractive, was old enough to be his mother.  He ran his hands
over her body, and she cringed.  His fingers glided down her thighs and
caught the hem of her skirt.

   She was a knockout in sandy-toned stockings which came up to mid-thigh,
where their dark expanded tops were pulled into peaks by white garter
straps.  Those straps extended up her smooth, widening thighs to disappear
under the elasticized edges of white nylon briefs.

   Sofia was horrified that the young man had exposed her thighs and her
underwear.  She grappled with him--but not effectively, because of the odd
lassitude that had overcome her--and Capt Hollande easily pulled her dress
and slip all the way up, lifting her vest also.  He sat her up, her head
lolling, and took off all three garments in a single motion, leaving
shocked Sofia in just stockings, panties, and bra.

   He unhooked her brassiere before pushing her back against the bed.  As
her brain swirled dizzily, he pulled the harness away, letting her full
cantaloupe sized tits bobble in naked freedom.

   "Ooh my, noooooh!" she cried, and crossed her arms over her chest before
Hollande could grasp a handful.

   He didn't mind.  There was plenty of additional attractive territory for
him to explore.  He bent and nuzzled the top elastic of her panties which
crossed her belly button.

   As he snaked his tongue into that ticklish little cup, his hand stroked
the front of her sleek briefs, feeling her pussy mound and the matted hair
atop it.  Sofia's eyes rolled.  She was dismayed by the youth's bold
onslaught, and by the strange and powerful sensations he had aroused within
her.

   His face skidded down onto her panties while his hands stroked her
thighs, up and down across her stocking tops, his fingers riding her garter
straps.  He kissed the furry bulge at the base of her belly, which was
separated from his face by only the thin nylon of her panties.

   Hollande kissed her thighs.  He licked along a garter.  He licked under
the rim of her stocking, as well, tickling her.  Suddenly he lifted his
head and rolled her onto her belly.  Sofia felt even more embarrassed, if
that were possible, because now he was staring at her ass!  He shimmied the
plump cheeks through her white panties.  "Noooh!" she moaned.

   Hollande ignored her, because he felt sure she didn't really want him to
stop.  He hooked a finger around the top of her panties and stretched the
elastic down, baring her beautiful bottom.

   Sofia was humiliated beyond words.  She gasped for breath, telling
herself that she had to kick...  to fight...  to scramble away...  to do
SOMETHING!  But she did nothing at all while Hollande pulled her panties
all the way down.  He licked along the snug, deep crack of her buttocks,
and Sofia thought she would die.

   Hollande backed up and removed her underwear from her feet.  He pushed
her stocking-clad legs apart and saw what she had to offer--her dark furry,
beige-slitted cunt, which had little bubbles of moisture oozing out of it.
She was the typical olive-skinned Italian made famous in post-World War 2
cinema by the likes of Gina Lollabrigida and Sophia Loren, voluptuously
figured.

   Vic pushed her thighs forward, boosting her lush curvy bottom into the
air.  He spread her knees well apart.  Sofia's humiliation was total as she
was thus wantonly exposed, with the young man kneeling behind her.

   "Don't doooooo it!" she cried.  "Oooh Goddddd...  pleeeeeease!" She felt
the prod of Vic's bulging cockhead against the crack of her ass.  The moist
thing skidded downward, into her hairy pussy, and was caught immediately by
the mouth of her unfurled cunt.  He pushed, and his lengthy 8 inch cock
glided into her flesh, sinking all the way to his balls.

   "OOOOOOOH.  Senore!" she moaned as her jet black hair tumbled into her
face.

   Vic began to fuck her, driving firmly and passionately in and out,
rippling the walls of her snug pussy, swinging his balls against her clit.

   Her former husband hadn't driven into her with such zest for a long
time, and he hadn't approached her from behind since the early years of
their marriage.  She loved it as Vic powered into her upturned snatch,
smacking his flat belly against the bouncy half-moons of her ass.

   "Oooh...  oooh...  oooh...!" she panted, and it was no longer a protest.
She began grinding her juicy butt and pressing backward to receive
Hollande's thrusts more deeply.  He reached underneath and toyed with the
pebbly tip of her clitoris.

   Sofia went wild.  She bawled like a cow being bred, undulating her back
and shaking her titties.  The Capt kept giving her long, straight strokes,
slowly but with hard-thrusting lust, as if he could last all day.  "Ooooh,
that's goooood!" she blurted.

   "Damned right/Damn droit!" the young man said through clenched teeth,
answering in French.

   "Fuck me...  fuck me...!" Sofia chanted, shocking herself.  "Ooooh, I
love your COCK!" Sofia cried.  She had never used such words with her
husband, nor he with her.

   "What am I doing with it?" Vic prompted as he kept driving steadily into
her.  He wanted to humiliate her and bring her under his control to reach
the culmination of a slick seduction he started months ago.

   "You're fucking my...  hot cunt!" Sofia panted.  "Ooooh, you're screwing
me...  soooooh...  gooooood!" He slapped her naked hips, and she went into
a violent flurry of motion which was so wild that she nearly caused
Hollande's cock to jump out of her hole.  He fucked her faster, driving
into the eye of her stormy trench.

   Her orgasm built and built as Vic kept fucking.  Her head turned light.
She felt as if she would pass out while she heard her own voice crying, as
if from far away: "FUCK ME...  FUCK MEEEEEE!  OOOOOOOOH!  WHAT A PRICK! 
OOOH, YOU BASTARD, I LOVE ITTT!"

   She fell, limp and jerking, against the bed, and Vic followed her down,
spurting into her wildly quaking cunt.  Her buttocks shook against his
belly.  Even her legs quivered.  She writhed, wriggling her hot, wet hole
around his twitching dick and the hot pellets of cum shot into her,
"Splorrk, splork, sploosh."

   Suddenly it was all over and she lay panting.  Shame rushed in to
overwhelm her.  She immediately thought how they could have been
interrupted by a member of either of their staffs, as the Customs Office
was literally two doors down the hall.

   Vic rolled her over, remaining astride her on his knees.  He grinned
down, his face a bit flushed, his dark brown hair disheveled.

   Sofia stared at his long, dangling dick which was wet with her cum and
shiny dribbles of his male jizz.  "Ooooh by the Saints, what did we
doooooo?" she asked whining foolishly.

   "We fucked," Hollande said, still grinning happily.  "And it was damned
good, wasn't it?"

   Sofia didn't reply.  That it had been good was not a case she could
argue against.  In fact, she had admitted it by her actions and by her
wanton words while it was going on.  But she couldn't come right out and
embrace the truth, either.  She was a decent woman.  Or was she?  Sofia
Pordelini was no longer sure.

   In her stockings and garter belt, Dr.  Pordelini writhed on the exam
cot, trying to make him let her up.  "Stop I've got to inventory medicines.
We have a convoy coming."

   "Don't worry about that,.' Hollande said, grinning down as he straddled
her in the nude.  "I don't think you're really worried by that, anyway. 
You saw the clouds, a storm is coming they will be delayed if they come at
all."

   "You're afraid to think of what you might do next.  But, baby, that's
silly.  We're gonna have a real good time!"

   "I'm not going to do anything else with you," Sofia said firmly as she
stared at his soft cock, hanging in front of his balls.  "I'm ashamed of
what I did already--what you made me do!"

   "Now that's bullshit, and you know it," Vic said warmly.  "You got as
big a bang out of that fucking as I did."

   Sofia shut her eyes.  "Ooh, please don't humiliate me further!" she said
as she shimmied her thighs together feeling his warm sperm dribble back out
of her cunt.

   His aggressive masculine appeal had gotten him into a good many females
during the two years he'd been in the customs service and he'd learned a
lot about what made them tick.  He'd never before had one as interesting as
this older broad, however.  What a dull life she must have had, he thought,
to get turned on so strongly by him!  He wanted to have more fun with her
before his tour over.

   He crawled forward and straddled her neck.  Sofia's eyes widened as she
saw his swaying cock and balls drawing closer to her face.  She smelled
them, also--especially his cock, which was fragrant from the juices of
their passionate fucking.

   "Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked breathlessly.

   "Ooh, whatever comes into your hot little mind." He said icily, staring
down into her face.

   Pinning her arms against the cot with his lower legs crossed over them,
he leaned forward against the head frame, dangling his cock and balls
directly above Sofia's face.

   She was helpless.  She couldn't kick him, because he was too far forward
for her legs to reach, and she couldn't get her arms free.  She went
cross-eyed as she stared at his cock, which hung right above her nose.  She
tried not to breathe.

   Hollande lowered his crotch, and his cock touched her nostrils.  Despite
her best effort, the teasing aroma of humid, musky sex drifted up her nose.

   "Ooh, noooooh!" she exclaimed, appalled, and flopped her head to the
side.

   Hollande found that he could maintain his bent-over position without
leaning against the head frame of the cot, and he used his hands to
straighten her head on the pillow.  His moist, cum-coated cockhead dragged
beneath her nose.  With her lips tightly sealed, she was forced to take in
some air through her nostrils, and she got the strongest gust yet of his
sexy fragrance.

   Her head turned light.  Her entire body tingled with increasing lusty
tension.  She raised her left leg causing the spent cum to flow even
unrestricted from her hole.

   Hollande didn't say anything, but continued to hold her head firmly
between his hands as he dragged his limp cock to and fro beneath her nose
and along her soft pink lips.  Sofia thought she would die of humiliation.

   At the same time, another effect was setting in--strange, unwanted
arousal.  Sofia couldn't understand why the giddy excitement was rising
within her.  She certainly didn't want to kiss his filthy cock, she assured
herself.  She had never done that even for her husband.

   Hollande was patient, and the only force he applied was to hold her head
in position.  He wanted her to make the decision to lick the cock...  and
suck it.  He believed she would.

   Sofia's senses were swirling, stimulated by the young man's raunchy
scent and the dominant position he maintained above her.  She didn't want
to do what he expected, she assured herself, even as she felt the muscles
in her lips and jaws weakening.

   Slowly her lips parted.  Hollande nestled the tip of his pipe between
them.

   Shame assailed Sofia, mingling with the strange new lust which seemed to
grip her.  She opened her mouth a bit wider.  Her tongue rose and tickled
the tip of Hollande's dick.

   "That's the way, honey...  " he murmured.  "Lick it good Mademoiselle."

   He raised his crotch a little so that his cockhead was no longer between
her lips.  He watched her timid tongue slowly follow him up.  She gave a
slow, circular lick of his cockhead peeping from his damp foreskin.

   Hot blood surged into his cock, thickening it.  As Sofia raised slightly
from the pillow and, her heart beating fast, planted a kiss on the tip of
his dick, that organ quickly stiffened and climbed into the air above her
face.

   He straightened on his knees, his cock angling out and upward.  He
cradled the older woman's head in his hands and lifted her well off the
pillow.  By tilting her head forward, he brought her mouth to the end of
his pipe.  Hot gusts of their odors mingled and surged up her nose.

   Sofia parted her lips wide and glided them down around the knob of his
cock.  She shut her eyes and sucked greedily, her brain spinning as her
ears buzzed as if she were locked in a tight space.

   "Oooh...  yeah!" he said, breathing deeply.  "That's good, hm?  Eat it
all up!  Suck it nice, and lick it with your hot tongue!"

   Sofia sucked, feeling like a slut.  She swirled her wet tongue around
the young man's thrusting cockhead and tickled the underside of his dick.
She was swallowing all the while, drinking down the wild juices that washed
from his prick and the sap which oozed out of the piss slit at its end.

   She had never thought she would do such a filthy thing, and she kept
trying to assure herself that she wouldn't have if Hollande hadn't forced
her.

   To add to Sofia's shame, her cunt was raining a veritable torrent of
woman-juice onto her smooth thighs and down between her plump buttocks.  It
was tickling the tight little nest of her anus causing it to itch.

   Finally Hollande pulled back and let his cock flip upward, in front of
her face.  His bobbing, stiff 8 inch organ trailed a glistening strand of
her saliva.

   Sofia panted through her mouth.  She stared up at the young man through
helpless eyes.

   He got off her.  "Roll onto your belly," he said simply.

   Sofia rolled over, her plump buttocks quivering.  She expected him to
drive his rod into her pussy, as before--and, may the Saints help her, that
was what she needed!

   She eagerly wanted to be filled with his dick again.  But Hollande had a
perverse streak that he particularly wanted to exercise with this
stimulating, big-assed woman.  He grasped her rubbery asscheeks and pulled
them apart.

   Sofia's asshole shrank in shame as he stared at it--a cute star like
cluster of brownish-beige puckers, pink at the center.  "Oooh... 
pleeeeeease.'..!" she moaned.  It was difficult to tell from her tone and
manner whether she was begging for or against something.

   Hollande grasped the shank of his cock and moved forward, using his
other hand to keep her buttocks spread.  He didn't want to wipe her saliva
off his knob by rubbing it against her butt cheeks.

   When he poked the wet, slippery head of his cock directly against her
anus, Sofia gasped.

   "Noooooh!" she whined out.  "You're not going to...  do thaaaaaat!" But
that was exactly what Hollande intended...  and what he did, grinding his
cock insistently forward, forcing Sofia's encircling muscle to yield.  To
her dismay and consternation, she felt her asshole being stretched
wide--and painfully--as Hollande's cock jammed into it.  She gasped.  She
moaned.

   Millimeter by millimeter, the young man advanced his forceful
penetration of her rear until her virginal anus was stretched so wide that
she thought it would surely rip.  The pain was intense.  But that intensity
lasted only until Hollande's cockhead popped into Sofia's asshole, whose
elastic ring was then allowed to contract around his narrower shaft.  She
still felt as if a red-hot poker were being jammed up her butt.

   She squirmed, seeking relief, but those motions only seemed to help the
young man's cock sink deeper into her anus.  She felt stuffed by him, and
in a most uncomfortable way.  He kept grinding and pushing.

   "Ooooooh!" Sofia bellowed.  "Stop ittttttt!  You're killlllling
meeeeee!"

   Clenching his teeth, Hollande just forced his stiff prick farther up her
ass until, finally, she had almost all of it.  His balls dangled next to
her wet hairy pussy.

   Sofia moaned and squirmed like a bug on a pin.  She had never felt so
degraded.  Physically, her anus had pretty well accommodated itself to the
bulky column which was stroking inside it, but mentally she was still
appalled by the act.

   Hollande increased the rhythm of his stroking in her rear.  At the same
time, he reached underneath her and began to twiddle her clit.

   Someone help me, I even like THIS!  She thought as she began to thrust
her ass backward, against the brutal buggering.

   Hollande fucked her ass faster.  He was driving very deep by that time,
his belly smacking against her springy buttocks.  He squeezed and rolled
her clit between his thumb and index finger.

   "Ooooh, MYYYY!" Sofia exclaimed.  "I'm...  going to...  CUMMMMM!"

   Her bottom heaved so violently that it felt to Hollande as if she were
wrenching his cock right off.  Her asshole rippled.  Her clit palpitated
between his pinching fingers.  A wave of vibrations shook her from ass to
shoulders, and he couldn't withstand the tempest.  Groaning voluptuously,
he drove his prick all the way up her ass and let it erupt, gushing warm
cream into her bowels.

   Sofia dropped limp against the bed with the young man sprawled atop her,
still pinned to her bottom.  Gradually his cock softened.  After a while,
he pulled it out of her asshole with a noisy Pop!  "Ooooh, my goodness!"
Sofia exclaimed, breathing hard.

   Hollande chuckled.  "Glad I stopped by to see you?" he asked, kissing
her ear.

   "Yes.  No!  Oooh, I don't know what I mean!"

   Helicopter Hut Pointe Noir Compound Roux gallantly greeted the Chief of
Staff with a mock salute and a cheery, "Thanks for remembering me."

   Wright waved Roux over to the worn sofa just as Girard swept a side
glance to the French accented voice entering the hut.

   Girard continued to suck the COS and unbuttoned her skirt and shimmied
out of it placing her juicy loins on view as she heard the hut door latch.

   Roux walked forward and knelt by her left shoulder on the sofa and
peeled his cock into view from the fly of his slacks.

   Wright immediately stated matter of factly--"Yes Girard I want to see
you suck them both." As he reached back behind himself to stroke the flare
in and out of her now utterly sopping pussy.  Roux shivered in lustful
pleasure as Claire slowly and sensuously engulfed the first 4 inches of his
spike alternately as she sucked Wright.  Roux groaned, "Awww." His cock
soaked in the woman's warm, moist mouth which was excitingly tight, her
lips were like a taut rubber band-but wide and soft enough to provide
wonderful stimulation.

   But she went on licking both thrusting peckers, turning her brunette
head to and fro, her tongue waggling with obscene urgency.

   "Do it faster." Wright snapped.  "Suck and pump your lips up and down.
Take Dr.  Roux's cock way back on your tongue."

   Claire did as he directed, stroking her encircling lips up and down on
Roux's thick, rigid organ.  The man's cockhead surged deeply into her
mouth, skidding against her abrasive tongue and forcing into the opening of
her throat.  Her involuntary muscles convulsed, causing her to champ on the
rubbery bulb, and apparently her co-worker liked the convulsive squeezing
of his dick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, because he
groaned and writhed.

   Gradually, of her own accord, the woman got it right as she began to bob
her head, her tight lips gliding up and down on Roux then Wright's shaft,
riding on the slippery film of her saliva.

   It was Wright's turn to groan with pleasure, which was more
psychological than physical, as he realized that a subordinate woman in his
team would now satisfy his every sexual whim while he was in Congo.

   Claire was well heated now from the exhibition and the stern
instructions of her boss.  She pumped her hot mouth briskly on his prick,
her lips rhythmically compressing and her tongue swirling about his surging
cockhead.  Then she'd swiftly heft her face over onto Roux's sturdy cock,
leaving Wright's shiny with strings of her saliva.

   "Stop!" Wright suddenly ordered.

   The young physician looked up at him a bit blearily, her lips wet and
slack.  "Lie over the arm of that sofa," he directed, "face downward."

   "B-but, Dr.  Wright!"

   "Do it!" he snapped.  Stepping back and giving her room to rise.

   "Oh, Oh, please, Dr.  Wright, if anybody found out about this we'll all
be ruined," Claire startled.

   "Well then you randy tart I'd simply take you to England with me." He
said stiffly and yanked her panties fully down around her lower thighs to
expose a superbly ample, tightly set pair of creamy buttocks.

   With this, Wright started spanking her lovely bottom with 5 or 6
energetic and rapid slaps in no set pattern.  His palm flattened the outer
edge of her right hip, then swung over to sting the deliciously curved base
of her left buttock.

   "Go on say it, Claire!" he panted, his hand rising above her furiously
red bottom.  "Tell me what you want!"

   The dark-brown- haired young woman whimpered.  "I--I want you to f-fuck
me g-good and h-hard with your great--great, big c-cocks, Mr.  Wright! 
Pl-please f-fuck me g-good while I fellate Dr.  Roux!"

   "That's a good start," Wright hoarsely growled.  "Now give Roux's prick
a nice kiss, then put it into your mouth and suck it.

   A tickling sensation coursed through Claire, and she felt suddenly weak
in the knees as she knelt on all fours on the worn sofa and kissed Roux
cock-tip.

   Claire throbbed wildly as Roux pulled his package of balls free of the
fly of his pants, his cock and balls swaying.  They throbbed fiercely in
his excitement.  Senior and subordinate stared at each other as the pink
tip of his dick was visible where it poked out of its ruffled ring of
foreskin.

   Actually Claire was dismayed.  She had hoped to appease the filthy older
men with a suck-off, but it appeared that she had failed in her purpose. 
Worse, her own body cried for satisfaction.  She didn't want to be caught
up in an orgy, but what could she do?  Besides it seems she always thrilled
keenly once called to perform in front of Wright.

   Wright finally approached her from behind and thrilled Claire by shoving
his tool far up her pussy on one lunge.

   He fucked her with long, steady strokes, shaking her buttocks as his
front smacked against the springy mounds.  She writhed, rubbing her tits
against the worn couch.  Her cheeks bulged as she gasped and moaned while
sucking non-stop on Roux.

   "Oooooh, yessss!" she hissed, grinding her hips.  "Fuck me like the
bitch I am!  Drive your cock right throoouuugh meeee!"

   Her pussylips gobbled heatedly around his gliding spike.  Moisture
dripped from his cock each time he withdrew it.

   Claire wrapped a hand around Roux's cock stalk jerking it fiercely. 
After a moment or two of tight tugs, "AAAAARRRRRGH!" Roux rasped, and his
husky prick spurted.

   Shiny thick fluid flew into Claire's shocked face, striking her closed
eyelids, her nose and her parted lips.  She tasted and breathed in the
scent of the musky semen.  She writhed, whimpering, but didn't let go of
the dick.

   Wright speeded up, shafting her hot cunt faster and faster.  A fine
spray shot out of her flaring slit, dampening his bush and balls.  The
couch shook.  Claire moaned fervently.

   Finally she came as he drilled her hot hole with fierce abandon.  The
licentious events had went on for roughly a half hour just as he had said
back at the MSD HQ.  TO BE CONTINUED.