Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Falling Fruit
Keywords: MM~FF nc rape anal ws snuff

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Falling Fruit

The plane was cruising through a clear evening sky, at 16000 ft.
Inside, Rob and Johnny were watching two women shivering naked in
cold and fear on the steel floor. The blonde and the brunette
were both big-breasted and curvy, somewhere in their twenties.

Rob discovered that a tied-up, completely naked female body
aroused him very much, especially if it was this beautiful; he
found himself imagining a caught, frightened little lamb, waiting
to be slaughtered for food. Except of course, these women were to
be used for something other than food...

You could see their arms fighting to break free. You could tell
they were obviously uncomfortable with how exposed they were.
Their cunts, which actually both seemed a bit on the hairy side,
were clearly visible between their legs, and their nipples were
rock hard in the cold air.

Rob and Johnny were adrenaline-junky athletes in their late
thirties, and they were fully geared up to jump in tight suits,
showing off their pumped-up bodies. The nylon around their
crotches stretched over massive, clearly visible erections. They
were shaking loose, twisting and stretching their muscles,
jumping up and down, ready to go, glasses already in place. They
had been preparing this jump - the rush of a lifetime - for
months now. The door on the side of the plane was open and ready,
and the roar of the engines was deafening.

Several long, screaming bright ribbons were tied around the
waists of the women, making them look like wrapped-up cock gifts,
which they actually were. The elastic bands were balled up close
to the door, and Rob knew the balls contained 5 times almost 100
ft each of band, representing his and Johnny's only chances of
success.

It was time.

The men communicated through signs. Rob walked up to the blonde.
He saw her face starting to cry. She knew what was coming up, and
somehow that excited him much more than he would have imagined...
He felt his cock straining in excitement as he lifted her up in
his arms from behind. Her hands were tied, but her legs were
free, flailing, kicking in panic through the air, offering her
other captor, Johnny, a perfect, spread view of her hairy fuck
slit.

Seconds later, Johnny grabbed the huddled-up brunette.
Everybody's hearts were pumping, almost bursting with
adrenaline. Both men started forcing their way towards the door,
shoving forward, pressing erect cocks into the women's naked
backs.

The thrashing and bucking of the naked women intensified as they
came closer to the blasting wind of the door. Then, everything
happened faster than anyone could register.

In the corner of his eye, Rob thought he saw the brunette in
Johnny's arms pissing herself in panic. Johnny seemed to slip,
and half a second later the woman had fallen out the door, with
Johnny having to do everything he could not to disappear out with
her. Rob acted without thinking, giving his blonde a sudden,
violent push, which she might have been able to save herself from
if she hadn't slipped in the wet puddle as well. She plunged
headfirst, the last ribbons whipped out the door, and suddenly
both women were gone without any traces.

Johnny and Rob looked at each other and smiled, giving thumbs up,
hearts racing from the intensity. They counted 5 seconds, much
too fast, on Johnny's fingers, and then they threw themselves out
after their prey.

Feeling the familiar acceleration in his stomach, Rob had
suddenly been transferred to a world where nothing existed but
focus, control, and exhilaration. The women were already
difficult to make out, over a thousand feet away. If it hadn't
been for the ribbons, you wouldn't have seen anything, and a less
experienced jumper might already have given up. But Rob knew what
he was doing. He focused on gaining speed. After a few seconds,
he risked a long glance to check his bearings, steering himself
more directly towards his target.

He was all alone with the wind now; Johnny was probably somewhere
behind. The women had drifted apart, and Rob was aiming for the
nearest - just as they had planned. From what he saw from this
distance, her naked body appeared to be tumbling clumsily through
the air, spinning beneath the thrashing stripes.

He remembered the first time he had jumped and almost emptied his
ass in his pants from the initial panic rush. He wondered if
either of the women had taken an involuntary shit into the empty
air when they found themselves in free fall. He would have loved
to have been there to see something like that...

Time flew by with the thundering wind. He could really be
anywhere between 15 and 30 seconds by now. He had to go faster
than caution would allow, but he also had to make sure he didn't
overshoot her. Her little body was coming on like a speeding car.
When it started to grow in his field of vision, he suddenly
realized that he was already reacting too slow.

Precious moments were lost when he almost missed her completely.
He got his hands on two ribbons as he flew past, and in the nick
of time he managed to spin his legs around the bands, narrowly
avoiding the loss of fingers or pulling his arm out of its
socket. The sudden stop - or rather, tug backwards - felt as if
it had the force of a freight train, but he knew he should be
thankful the bands were at least elastic.

When he regained control of his fall, untangling himself, he
found himself just a rope-length from the blond woman's naked,
flailing body. He was going to make it! He was so close he could
even see the wind making tiny little ripples in her wobbling tit
flesh. His cock tensed up eagerly, ready to fuck, while he
imagined how the cold rush of air had to affect the spread cunt
between her thighs in front of him. The slit was probably
ice-cold on the outside, but still it would be so warm and
welcoming to a hard, penetrating shaft...

It wasn't the cunt his cock was after, though.

Rob worked fast, approaching from above, using the ribbons to
control her. Finally, he put his hands on her back, and he
managed to fasten the band around around her waist into a
snap-hook around his own waist. Then he used a knife, strapped to
his wrist, to cut the remaining, dangerously disturbing ribbons
lose.

He was behind her, and he managed to pull his pants down, taking
his rigid shaft out without losing his and the woman's balance.
For a brief moment, he felt the furious, ripping air against his
erection, but he brought the hard cock into shelter between her
soft, smooth asscheeks. This bitch was about to get fucked in a
way she had never imagined! He reached around with his free hand
to grab one of her sexy tits, squeezing the firm, fat,
wind-chilled orb in his palm.

She stayed very still - maybe afraid to start spinning again -
allowing him to do whatever he wanted to. His fingers had already
found her asshole, and he worked fast, placing his cock head at
the tight, clenched opening. The thought of what he was about to
do excited him very much... He thought about how she must be
hurting, freezing, and clinging on to some last, desperate hope
of survival. Then, he forced his cock down as hard as he could,
breaking himself into her anus.

The combination of thrill and pleasure was incredible. He was
fucking the asshole of his own helpless, life-size rag doll! He
grabbed her shoulders to jab his cock faster inside her. It was
less of an effort to keep balance now, when he could use his
hands to steer.

He knew he was in a hurry. He could even feel her body stiffen in
growing fear as the ground came closer and closer. He only needed
a few seconds more... He fucked himself in and out, focusing hard
on the tense sphincter around his shaft. He mashed her tits in
his hands, letting himself go completely, plunging his raping
cock in and out of the warm anal opening, feeling the excitement
of what was about to happen to this woman explode as fireworks
through his body.

All in all, it hadn't taken him more than about 20 seconds to
orgasm from this perfect sport rape, but they had been the most
intense seconds of his life. He might have wished there was time
to enjoy it more, but he was an experienced enough jumper to know
when time was more than up. While his cock started to pump its
sperm out inside her ass, he was already cutting the ribbon
around her waist.

He pushed her off, and she immediately drifted a couple of feet
away, turning her head back in a surreal, slow-motion-like moment.
There was just enough time to catch a confused look of despair on
her face. His cock shot a last strand of sperm into the air
between them, and then, without time to say good bye, he pulled
the drogue, releasing the pilot chute.

After the violence of deceleration, he looked down to try and
spot her, and he managed to catch the sight of her toppling body
just for a second, before she impacted the dry dirt beneath,
throwing up a dust cloud.

It was just a matter of sailing down close to the dead body.
Blood had splattered out around the head and between the legs.

The first thing he did when he had sat foot on the ground was to
look up. He saw Johnny's chute sailing high up there, coming
nearer. It seemed to be descending right this way.

By the time Rob had gathered his canopy, Johnny was close, and
you could make out the woman hanging from his harness.

Suddenly, Johnny unhooked her. She let out a shrill, loud scream,
and she kept it up in complete panic for 3 or 4 seconds as she
tumbled through the air. Then, she thumped violently into the
ground 500 feet away, and everything was quiet again.

Rob finished up and started walking over there.

When he arrived, Johnny was already packing up his container. It
wasn't obvious until now how high they both were on their
experience; they were grinning widely, high-fiving each other,
screaming triumphantly in the air.

- "Cunt or ass?", Rob shouted in ecstasy.

- "Both, you fucker!", Johnny shouted back. "Why do you think it
took so long?"

They kept laughing, looking over at the dead woman, 50 ft away.

- "You wouldn't believe it, man...", Johnny continued. "It was so
hot! She begged me not to drop her... I mean, really desperately.
She kept crying like a bitch, telling me how afraid she was to
die."

When they finally walked up to the body, it was smashed up, but
there wasn't much blood. There was just something dead lying
face-down on the ground. They looked at it for a while, and then
Rob took his cock out, pointing it down. He started pissing on
the skin of the back.

- "Come on!", he said, looking at Johnny. "There's nothing else
to aim for in this place..."

Johnny laughed, reaching into his pants. Before Rob was done,
Johnny's piss was also splashing down onto the dead asscheeks.

They had overshot their car by at least a couple of miles. They
could leave the dead bodies to their fate with the animals. It
was hot, but at least they would have plenty of time to go over
their historical feat.

Right now, their only regret was that they didn't have a third
woman in the trunk of their car, to work off some of the
adrenaline.

It was something to keep in mind for a future exercise.

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First published 2011 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
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