Author: Daddy Walker Title: Falling Fruit Keywords: MM~FF nc rape anal ws snuff ------------- 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. dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2011 and since free for use under the CC0 licence http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/