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NWMD19.TXT -- 19/21(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 19
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Oooo Marnie, this is so exciting. The trials and tribulations we went through
to get this trip suddenly seem worth it, don"t they?." Barbara said, waiting
for their chance to board the flight to Orly.
"Don"t remind me. Let"s put all of that behind us and make new memories that
will overpower the memories of the past." Marnie countered.
"I"m with that." Barbara agreed. "Look at our two guys, Marnie wave. Do you
think they"ll do okay without us for a week?"
"Roger"s a trooper. With the meals I put up in the freezer, he has no excuses,
as long as Brenda doesn"t run roughshod over him.
"My George is the same way. Our daughters sure have them wrapped around their
little fingers, don"t they." Barbara added.
As they inched along the enclosed gangway to the plane Marnie warned, "I hope
you don"t expect much conversation from me on the flight, I"m going to do what
we used to tell Brenda to do on trips, that is sleep as much as possible to
make the trip seem shorter."
"That"s not a bad idea. It is a long trip and we have the time zone changes.
Let"s both try to rest as much as possible so we"ll have the strength to party
along the Mediterranean when we get there." Barbara agreed. "This seems like
a spirited group, I hope they plan to settle down once the plane is under way."
Barbara observed of the regular members of the group chartering the plane, who
were boisterous and physically animated.
Marnie and Barbara"s seats were in the middle of the bulkhead. They had
nothing to look at but a pattern of the airline"s colors in a fifties art
style. The plane was a wide body with two isles. They pulled seats in the
middle two of six seats across, and looked longingly at the paired seats along
the windows, as they knelt on their seats and looked back at the large plane.
"Oh Ma"am," Marnie was saying, to get a flight attendant"s attention, "Is this
going to be a full flight?"
"Yes Ma"am, I sorry it is. You can look at it this way though, you have the
best two seats for the movie screen in this section."
Marnie and Barbara sat back into their seats and put their belts on. "It"s okay
Marnie, we"ll be sleeping right?" Barbara said, consoling.
They ended up being bracketed by well tanned friendly couples on either side of
them. Each couple on their out side, was so eager to make conversation with
them, that for the first fifteen minutes after taking off, Marnie and Barbara,
barely even looked at each other. About twenty minutes into the flight, Marnie
and Barbara excused themselves, so they could talk together. Just as they
decided to try to sleep, the flight attendants were in the aisles passing out
packages for all of the charter passengers. Marnie pointed out that they
weren"t part of the group, but the flight attendant said that they had paid for
their seat, so they were entitled. They looked at the sealed package, and saw
the "Sun Tours International" logo, looked to their sides and saw their
neighbors starting to doze, and smiled at each other as they closed their eyes
to sleep.
Marnie was awakened by the flight attendant asking the couple in the window row
to the left for beverage requests. The flight attendant had changed from the
airline uniform into a colorful bikini top and matching wraparound skirt
ensemble, giving her a tropical island girl look. Then another attendant
appeared similarly dressed but in different colors on the other aisle.
Marnie elbowed Barbara awake to ask, "Hey Barb, do you want something to
drink?"
"Oh hi, I guess so. What are you having?" Barbara asked.
"The tray is filled with mixed drinks with umbrellas." Marnie observed out
loud. "This is an unusual flight." She said to Barbara, then to the
attendant, she responded, "I guess I"ll have what everyone else is having."
"Me too." Added Barbara.
"Ummm, Pina Coladas."
They talked for about fifteen minutes about what they planned to do for fun and
relaxation on the trip until an announcement was heard for people to close the
shades for a movie. The movie started and it was obviously an old movie from
the fifties or so, called "Penelope"s First Time" Marnie and Barbara looked at
each other quizzically in unison as the poorly restored movie started its run.
It was about a young woman"s awakening to the healthful benefits of nudism.
The passengers were laughing uproariously, but Marnie and Barbara stared at the
screen eyes wide, mouths open, incredulously. The couple to Marnie"s left
nudged her to see if she was enjoying the outdated movie as much as they were.
Marnie smiled politely, and went back to feeling like she had taken the flight
to the Twilight Zone.
There were a couple of more movies in a similar vain, "Ways to Health and
Beauty" and "Elysia". Between runs, more drinks were passed out by the flight
attendants, who seemed to be amused with their unique assignment for this
group. By the second and third movies, the passengers were, by and large, not
listening to the dialog through the headphones, but rather talking and partying
with the movie as a back drop to their festivities.
When the movies were done, the lights went back up. People were up and
milling. The couples to either side of the two women were standing, opening
their souvenir packages from Sun Tours International, and taking out what
looked to be a small fitted sheet. They were putting it on over their seat,
like a cover for a car seat. Marnie and Barbara, thought this odd. But odder
still, the people on either side of them, began taking off their clothes as
well.
"Oh no, now I know I"m on the flight to the Twilight Zone." Marnie thought to
herself.
"Marnie, what"s happening?" Barbara insisted, holding on to Marnie"s upper
arm.
"Looks to me like you booked us on some kind of a nudist flight, given the
movies and this." Marnie responded.
"Marnie, what are we going to do?" Barbara said with a note of panic in her
voice.
"I don"t know for sure, but I"ve been to a nudist beach before, and one thing I
know for sure, if we are the only ones with clothes on, we are going to feel
just as out of it as if we were the only ones without clothes."
"You went to a nudist beach?" Barbara said, not quite believing her ears.
"Where, when, . . .?" She continued, as a respite from dealing with the
current dilemma.
"That"s not important now. I think we should take some clothes off." Marnie
suggested. "Then she turned to the neighbor on her left to be sure, "Excuse
me, but could you tell us what is going on right now?"
"Haven"t you been on an STI tour before?" She asked, not expecting an answer,
"They present the finest in healthy and natural touring."
"Oh gawd, I thought that they meant organic meals and mineral water by that,
instead of regular airplane cuisine." Barbara muttered under her breath.
"What"s that?" Marnie asked.
"Oh nothing." Barbara responded. Then she asked the lady next to Marnie,
"Does this mean that we have to go nude on this flight?"
"No, but you might find that it will be more comfortable. Why don"t you just
try it and see." She said.
"Marnie, I can"t do this. Stop, put that back on. How can you do this?"
Barbara said, worried to be left behind.
"Barb, like the lady said, why don"t you just try it." Marnie asked. "If I
recall, it was you shaking it all for the entertainment of a hundred people
that got us on this trip in the first place." She whispered. "Here you are
sitting quietly on an airplane where few people can see you, and the ones that
can, are naked too, and don"t care about your nudity. Believe me, you will
feel more comfortable by joining in than holding out." Marnie explained.
"Marnie, how do you get me into these things?"
"How do I? You had to know about the party, sister, and it was you who booked
the flight. Now, let"s make the best of it. These people are all enjoying it,
let"s do the same." Marnie directed.
Marnie resumed her efforts at disrobing and adjusting the seat cover. Barbara
had her blouse undone, but was holding it closed. "Marnie, I think I"ll catch
cold." Barbara whined.
"Can"t you tell that the heat has been turned up. Ummm, the smell of bodies is
somewhat arousing, don"t you think? Well, suit yourself, but if you are
experiencing what I am experiencing right now, you"ll be having to walk down
one of these aisles to the bathroom pretty quick. Those drinks are going right
through me." Marnie warned. "Everywhere you look you will see naked bodies,
I"m sure, and everyone"s eyes will be on you, unless you go for invisibility by
being undressed like they are."
"Darn you, I didn"t have to go until you reminded me." Barbara said, now
complying with Marnie"s suggestion to join in the spirit of the flight. She
only undressed to her bra and panties though, put on the souvenir slippers from
the STI package, and started down the aisle for the bathroom.
All eyes were on her and it made her feel like she stood out somehow, despite
her minor attempt at modesty. She only made it half way before the
mortification sent her back to her seat. She sat for a moment, caught her
breath, and collected her resolve. Then she removed her bra and panties.
Marnie flipped through the onboard magazine, to avoid any possibility of giving
Barbara the "I told you so" look.
Barbara couldn"t wait much longer so she got up, walked shyly down the other
aisle and discovered that all she got were occasional glances and smiles. She
walked with more confidence as she progressed down the aisle. When she got to
the bathroom, there was a line. She had to stand on display, praying the line
would move fast enough so she wouldn"t have an embarrassing accident right
there in the aisle. As passengers left the bathroom, the people in line had to
squeeze out of the way as they passed. Barbara found that, she either had to
push her butt into the face of a seated passenger, or allow her body to be
grazed by another naked body of a total stranger as they passed. When a
gentleman"s semi hard cock grazed her mons Veneris, she had an uncontrollable
shudder, and turned several shades of red. On her way back to her seat, she
was forced to rub her body against all of those who were in line waiting, in a
gauntlet of tits and cocks for ten to fifteen feet of bodies.
"Phew!" She exclaimed as she joined Marnie. "I hope I don"t have to go again
when it is so crowded. I"d wait a bit if I were you."
"Can"t wait. Got to go, bye" Marnie said with some urgency.
As Marnie initially fell into line, a member of the cockpit crew was walking
down the aisle, ostensibly, to get a refill of coffee, but declined offers to
skip in line to reach the flight attendants, preferring to make conversation
with Marnie about unimportant things, and visit with the passengers around the
two of them. "He is just staying here to gawk. It"s so transparent. He"s
pretty good looking, though. I"d like to rip that uniform off of him and try
him out for size. . . . Down girl! . . . Oh, when is this line going to get to
the bathroom? . . ." Marnie thought to herself through the unimportant
conversation the cockpit crew member was making.
While waiting in line, Marnie suffered the same indignities and arousing
contacts with nude bodies, but with the added pressure in her bladder, which
made her squeeze her knees together and pad in place until she could mercifully
make her way to the restroom facility.
When she got back to her seat, Marnie and Barbara just stared at each other not
saying a word until the standoff was broken by simultaneous laughter. "How are
we managing to get ourselves into these fixes lately?" Marnie asked as they
calmed back down to normal.
"We"re living life more, like you said, aren"t we?" Barbara posed
rhetorically. "By the way, how do you propose we sleep now, when we are naked
in a plane full of strangers, hunh?"
Someone had brought out a boom-box with some Latin dance music playing in the
back. By request, the music level was brought up. People were up and walking
around getting drinks, socializing, and moving in place to the rhythms that
moved them. A couple of guys were teasing the flight attendants as they tried
their best to keep up with the drink orders. Someone figured out how to get
the music to play over the P.A. system of the plane. They could hear signing
along and shouts, "Hey!" to the music getting louder and louder. To their
surprise, a conga line snaked up the aisle on their right and slid in front of
them at the bulkhead then back down the aisle to their left. Marnie and
Barbara were mesmerized by waves of bouncing tits, cocks, and balls dancing in
front of them. Toward the end of the line, they discovered one of the flight
attendants in line, topless, bouncing along with the passengers. As the end of
the line was passing in front of them, the man bringing up the rear grabbed
Barbara"s hand to urge her into the line. His firm grip and friendly manor got
her up and joining them, but not without her grabbing Marnie"s hand and making
sure she joined too.
When they got back to their seats, Marnie and Barbara were laughing and
somewhat out of breath. "What are we doing on this flight?" Marnie said, not
expecting an answer.
"I sure know how to pick"em, don"t I?" Barbara said with a pinch of humor and
sarcasm.
The flight went on as one long party across the Atlantic. Aside from an
occasional nipple twist or ass grab, there was no overt sex happening. At one
point, several passengers got a flight attendant to take off her skirt and
bikini bottom on a dare to serve coffee to the cockpit crew. She hurried back,
not believing what she had just done, to the applause of everyone in on the
dare, and she quickly put her wraparound skirt back on when she returned to the
galley.
The passengers had their clothes back on when the plane was starting its decent
into Orly. Then to everyone"s concern, the flight was diverted for some
problem on the ground. They later learned that the airport was shut down for
incoming and outgoing traffic for a couple of hours due to an international
terrorist incident. Flights were being diverted to De Gaulle Airport, Brussels
National, and Bron Airport in Lyon. Landing in Lyon, as they were, meant that
they were closer to their final destination, Marseilles, but without their
scheduled connection.
There was much confusion in customs with the extra work load. Marnie and
Barbara, stalled in a foreign country, unable to speak French, and unaccustomed
to protocol, were growing more and more concerned. When they finally got to a
counter person to get help, they got a fairly cold reception, when they didn"t
even attempt speaking their concerns and questions in French. They suspected
that they were being understood, but that the counter person was having a
little fun at their expense while they squirmed a bit. A Latin gentleman came
up their rescue, pulled them aside, and asked what their problem was. They
explained that they needed to get to Marseilles to catch the Club Mediterranean
Tours boat to the resort, or they would miss their opportunity to join their
tour.
He introduced himself as Senior Deniero. He indicated he would be happy to fly
them to Marseilles, since he needed to get the family jet down there for his
son to take anyway, or he"d drive them if they preferred. He spoke English
very well, and the ladies felt fairly helpless with their circumstance, so they
accepted his kind offer of a lift. Marnie felt more comfortable when she saw
the familiar "Leer Jet" name on the plane.
Once in Marseilles, they deplaned onto the tarmac, and were greeted by the
junior Deniero, who had been briefed on their arrival. He introduced himself
and started to pick up their bags. "Oh, Senora," he was saying to Marnie,
"would you do me a favor and take this package back on and give it to the pilot
for me, por favor?"
Marnie, surprised, said "Sure," and reboarded the plane with the two to three
pound package. When she came back out, Barbara and the junior Deniero were
surrounded by gendarmes. She didn"t know what to do, so she approached Barbara
and was taken into custody with her. Gendarmes boarded the plane, took out the
pilot and copilot, along with the package she had taken on board.
Riding in the van handcuffed as they were, Marnie and Barbara were as
frightened as either of them had been in their entire lives. "What is
happening Mr. Deniero?" Marnie asked, close to tears.
"Don"t say a thing. This guard can understand English." Senior Deniero
directed.
"But, we didn"t do anything!" Marnie insisted.
"Shhh. These guards are going to take anything you say and interpret it the
way that makes sense of their efforts to bring us in." Senior Deniero said
again.
Marnie and Barbara sat in the bumpy van staring at one individual after another
until the van stopped and they were led into a magistrate"s office. Senior
Deniero and the plane"s crew were led off to another office. As they were
parted in the hall, Senior Deniero yelled to them, "Don"t tell them anything!"
The magistrate asked them about their relationship to the Deniero family, what
they were doing on their plane, why Marnie was seen carrying a package of
contraband onboard the plane, and so forth. Marnie"s response to the barely
understood questions was, "In our country, we are allowed to have an advocate
present when we are questioned like this. Is there someone who can speak for
us, please?"
The magistrate got on the phone and made a call. Marnie and Barbara couldn"t
understand much of what he said, because he spoke too fast. They did make out
their names being mentioned, however, as they were read from their passports.
The magistrate stood up with his cigarette. He had a mustache, a ruddy, greasy
complexion, and a big round gut. He came from around his desk, said some words
to the two gendarmes attending the ladies and walked around them, looking them
up and down. The ladies felt vulnerable, not knowing the legal customs, the
language, nor their chances of communicating the truth so they could be let go.
Their hands were still cuffed, even though they posed no threat. The
magistrate touched Barbara"s hair, rubbing a curl between his thumb and
forefinger. He tilted Marnie"s face up by her chin to gaze into her blue eyes,
until she turned defiantly away. Then he leaned his ample butt up against the
front of his desk facing them, as he finished his cigarette.
After another ten minutes of the magistrate looking them up and down from his
perch, talking to his men, in walked a twenty-something year old man in a suit.
He was introduced to the ladies as Glen Luftcat, a consular agent. He began
talking to the magistrate in French, as he shook his hand, then in English he
said, "Really Monsieur Groschien, these ladies are not a risk to your men. Can
we have these cuffs removed, s"il vous plait?"
The ladies were relieved that the handcuffs were off and rubbed around their
wrists to get the circulation running again. "Now, can I have a moment with
them, s"il vous plait?" Monsieur Groschien waved his men over to the windows
for a small conference while Mr. Luftcat took the magistrate"s place at the
front edge of the desk.
The two ladies poured out their story in stereo. Mr. Luftcat did his best to
follow it without asking them to tell it one at a time. Then for their
benefit, he began explaining the situation to the magistrate in English.
Monsieur Groschien spoke back in French. Mr. Luftcat had to ask, "So, you two
never met Senior Deniero, the father before several hours ago?"
The ladies confirmed that fact.
"They want to search all of your things. If you have nothing to hide, I
wouldn"t fight them on this, after all, they will be able to produce finger
prints of yours on the drugs, if they push it."
The ladies acquiesced. The gendarmes went through their purses, carry-ons and
checked luggage like thorough customs agents. They turned back to the
magistrate and silently shock their heads. One handed the magistrate the Sun
Tours International items, and he brightened upon recognizing that they were on
a nudist tour. Then there was a protracted discussion between Messrs.
Groschien and Luftcat, back and forth.
Mr. Luftcat turned to the ladies somewhat embarrassed to say, "Everything seems
to check out. You were in possession of the drugs when the police arrived,
however, so they have struck a bargain. If you pass a drug search on your
persons, Monsieur Groschien is inclined to let the matter go." Then softly,
leaning in to the ladies, "Are they going to find anything if they do a cavity
search?"
Marnie, indignant, replied, "You don"t believe us, do you?"
"Sure I believe you. I was just making sure, that"s all. A lot rides on this,
you realize." He explained.
"What are our options here?" Marnie asked concerned.
"You wouldn"t like the legal system, nor the prison system here. They are in a
position to make it difficult for you and realistically, they can back up their
threat with the physical evidence they have. My advice is to agree to the
search, get it over with and get yourselves out of here." He advised.
"Okay, tell him that we will cooperate." Marnie said.
Mr. Luftcat went up to Monsieur Groschien and talked to him like a manager
booking a gig. When the conversation stopped, he turned around toward the
ladies and stepped out of the way of Monsieur Groschien"s view. Monsieur
Groschien turned his hands palm up in front of him in a gesture communicating,
"Proceed."
Marnie and Barbara looked at each other, waiting to see who would go first.
Marnie started to unbutton her blouse, but stopped to ask, "Do we have to do it
here? What about a female officer performing the search?"
"I don"t think you are getting it. No female strip searcher, it is to be done
here, now, in front of these men. Think of it as paying a fine." Luftcat
said.
"But we haven"t done anything wrong!" Barbara protested.
"Well then, consider it like plea bargaining. There is enough evidence, from
their perspective, to convict you, so it is the practical thing to do. If I
were to protest through diplomatic channels, you"d be spending time in their
jails while the process moves along. I"ve seen people make that choice, and I
don"t believe it is the place for you two nice ladies to spend even a moment
in. I think it is best that you do this without any further delay, or the deal
may come apart." Mr. Luftcat counseled.
"What exactly does he want us to do?" Marnie asked concerned.
"I think that if you just take off your clothing, slowly, even seductively,
playing along a little bit, things will go smoothly and you two can be out of
here and done with all of this." He said finally.
With that, Marnie started to unbutton her blouse. She tried to smile, and
elbowed Barbara to begin and do the same. Barbara, blown away by the
situation, started to unbutton her blouse as well, but had a great deal more
difficulty generating a smile for the eagerly grinning men in the room. When
their blouses were off, it was plain for the oglers to see that they were both
well endowed under the cover of their bras. One of the gendarmes was heard to
groan in a guttural nasal way until he realized he could be heard and stopped
abruptly.
Marnie stood with her arms straight, hands clasped on her lap, while Barbara
reached back and took the lead to remove her bra. If they were going to make
this a show, they decided intuitively to do it staggered, keeping in mind the
contract to be let go if they cooperated. Barbara"s naked breasts created
quite a stir in the room. Mr. Luftcat began to hold his briefcase in front of
him, rather than at the side, the two gendarmes stood at ease with their hands
over their crotches, and the magistrate cleared his throat and turned red faced
sitting behind his desk.
Then Barbara stood embarrassed, arms across her breasts, watching their faces,
as Marnie slowly removed her bra and flipped her nipple rings up and down a
couple of times. The Frenchmen briefly spoke in a conference, then went back
to watching the American Ladies strip before them. Marnie proceeded to step
out of her blue culottes, and stood to wait with her palms covering her nipples
while Barbara removed her yellow shorts.
It was now confirmed to the men present that before them were two well kept
thirty-nine year old ladies. There was no hiding their proper curves and well
toned legs, standing there in their panties. Mr. Luftcat was beet red with
embarrassment. He thought he shouldn"t be looking, but it was hard to resist.
He looked guilty from second guessing whether or not he could have spared these
fellow countrywomen from the humiliation they were undergoing. The magistrate
made a twirling motion with his index finger to signal them to turn around in
place.
He seemed pleased. Then he waved his hand palm down to signal them to take
down their panties. They looked at each other, and Marnie proceeded to take
hers down first. One gendarme stepped and craned his head to her backside to
take in the view she was presenting from the rear as she bent forward to lower
her panties. She stood up quickly, causing her breasts to flop about lewdly.
Then Barbara lowered her panties, but she did so in a crouch to avoid the rear
display.
Monsieur Groschien was not amused. He said something to his men in French.
Mr. Luftcat spoke up, "I really don"t think that will be necessary. They are
cooperating."
The magistrate gave the order and his men produced handcuffs. "I really must
protest." Mr. Luftcat implored.
The magistrate responded in French saying, in effect, that he should consider
himself lucky to be allowed to remain in the room at all. Then his men
handcuffed each lady"s left hand to her left ankle. This forced them to spread
their legs a bit to remain balanced. Fear washed over them, with hands
caressing their backs, as the French men circled them for a view from all
sides. One of the gendarmes crouched down at Marnie"s side and toyed with her
nipple rings. The magistrate stroked and commented on her bald pussy. Barbara
was beside herself with fear, panic, and loathing. She had never experienced
this kind of degradation before.
Then they heard the sound of zippers being pulled slowly for the effect. "Mr.
Luftcat, you can"t let them do this to us." Barbara said, her voice quivering.
"I"m afraid I have no jurisdiction here. They are entitled to do a cavity
search, under the circumstances of your drug bust. Your cavities are to be
probed for contraband. Actually, what difference does it make if it is a
finger or some other sensing part of the searcher"s body that probes you,
besides the length and circumference?" Mr. Luftcat rationalized, then felt
sick to his stomach at his sense of betraying the American ladies.
"Oh-my-god No!" Barbara exclaimed, helpless and panic-stricken. "Luftcat! Do
something!" She begged forcefully, as a hand was placed on her rear, and a
gendarme was poised at her rear entrance.
Barbara fell to the floor in a defensive posture. Marnie stayed in position as
the other gendarme prepared to enter her from behind. "Marnie! How can you let
them do this!?"
"Hey it"s my ass, one way or the other. It"s my finger prints on the package,
remember? I just want out of here." Marnie said, as she braced for the
gendarme"s pole to enter her.
The other gendarme left Barbara on the floor to think about it, and went around
to Marnie"s front and presented his uncut cock to her face. She knew
instinctively that he was going to probe her oral cavity, so she grasped the
shaft with her free hand and pulled him to her, opened her lips, and let him
enter her mouth for some sucking.
Barbara was in tears at the sight of her best friend, bound and being ravaged
by strangers in a strange land. She sobbed as she righted herself, resigning
to the fact that she would have to join her friend in this tribulation, in
order to be set free. The grease-ball magistrate stood behind her with his fat
cock ready to probe her snatch. He was about to enter her dry when Mr. Luftcat
piped up, "Wait a minute, s"il vous plait!" Then he stood beside her to her
side and gently and caringly stroked her pussy to help her become aroused,
lubricated and prepared for the pending assault on her womanhood.
Barbara almost passed out from the confusing emotions flooding her body and
mind. Only George touched her there. Only George, some household objects,
some vegetables when she was younger, and her new toys she recently purchased,
had ever entered her there. Restricted from fighting it, she was growing
appreciative of Luftcat"s touch, and resigned herself to the screwing the
French legal system, via Monsieur Groschien, she was about to endure.
Luftcat stood by her side concerned for her. The magistrate entered her faster
than was comfortable. Luftcat put his hand on her back to comfort her, as she
cried out, in pain as much as the humiliation she was being taken through.
Luftcat looked helpless to help her in this ordeal. He crouched at her side to
coach her like a Lamaze partner, but didn"t know what to say. He figured that
any further arousal might ease the pain and suffering, so he gently and
caringly caressed her breasts and nipples. It had the effect of distracting
Barbara from the ravaging her vagina was receiving, as she tried to mentally
sort out how to take his gestures. Luftcat stroked her hair back from her face
and onto her shoulders like he was petting a loved animal, while he did his
best to keep her breasts at the highest state of arousal he could manage.
Barbara was going mentally somewhere else now, adjusting to the sensations in
her cunt. She became present enough momentarily to ask Mr. Luftcat, "Please,
don"t let him cum inside of me."
Mr. Luftcat"s heart was touched by her melancholia and asked Monsieur Groschien
to withdraw before cumming. Monsieur Groschien eventually pulled out and
walked around to Barbara"s front, and presented his cock at her lips, as he
held a handful of her blond hair in his left hand. She scrunched up her face
defiantly, but the magistrate pinched her nose to force her to open her mouth.
Barbara held her breath for as long as she possibly could, trying to swat his
hand away from her nose with her free hand. Eventually, she involuntarily
opened her mouth wide to gasp in a deep breath, taking in Groschien"s uncut
penis as she sucked in the air. Her gag reflex created enough sensation to
take him over the top and he came into the back of her throat. She couldn"t
back away because he still held her hair, she couldn"t breath or she"d drown in
cum. The only alternative left to her was to swallow it out of the back of her
throat to get it out of harm"s way.
The magistrate waddled back to his chair and basked in the relief of the
climax. The two gendarmes were through with Marnie, closed up their pants and
sat in chairs along the wall, waiting blankly for further instructions. Marnie
stood bent over, unfulfilled, her pussy gaping and winking asking the men in
the room to come back for more.
"Oh not again. I refuse to allow these men to bring me this close and leave me
hanging. I just can"t stand it when it happens any more. Luftcat! Maybe
Luftcat . . . ." She thought to herself.
Barbara was a sobbing huddled mass on the floor when she heard her friend ask,
"Mr. Luftcat, aren"t you going to take your turn?"
Mr. Luftcat looked startled, pulled his head back somewhat, and blinked his
eyes rapidly for a moment. He was at a loss for words, much less an action
plan for Marnie"s request. He looked at the magistrate, who gave the sign with
his face, hand waving, and general body language to "have at it." He didn"t
much care, now that he had his. Mr. Luftcat put his briefcase down, looked at
each person in the room, especially Barbara, and asked, "Are you inviting me
to do this with you?"
"It"s okay. You are a nice man. I sense you have been trying your best to
help us. Just don"t stop, whatever you do, until I say, okay?" Marnie asked
insistently.
He took off his jacket, folded it over his briefcase, then he removed his tie
and did the same. He removed his trousers and briefs, which caused his
shirttails to tent out in front of him. When he unbuttoned his shirt,
everyone"s eyes went to the prodigious tool he was sporting to help Marnie clip
her horns with. "Not bad for a mild mannered geek." Was the consensus of
thought in the room. He looked around again at everyone as he stepped up to
the task. He slid it in slowly, moaning with his eyes closed, as he
experienced the warm wet slipperiness of her love pocket for the first time.
Marnie groaned, as she realized that she was becoming completely filled.
Barbara watched incredulous, maybe even with a touch of envy, as she observed
her best friend willingly take in the cock of a stranger. Marnie reached out
for the arm of a side chair to support herself as she was growing faint from
the exquisite sensation his rigid veined love pole was creating moving in and
then out in excruciatingly slow movements. Her legs were weak in the knees as
her labial lips were being pulled slowly with the snaking movement gliding in
and then out. It was apparent, that she was going to have a difficult time
maintaining her balance, so one of the gendarmes got up and uncuffed her left
hand from her ankle, enabling her to support herself with both hands. Then he
uncuffed Barbara as well on his way back to his seat.
Mr. Luftcat began increasing his tempo every so slightly, and Marnie came.
"Oh, oh, ayeeeeeya, phew, phew, that"s it." She exclaimed in victory. But,
he kept on snaking into her slightly faster and faster. "Oh-my-god, oh-my-god,
Yes! That"s it! Phew. That"s enough." Marnie said as she came again,
signaling him that he could stop now. But he was not to be denied at this
point. He was holding on to her hips to maintain complete control of his
increasing pace. He was beginning to sweat and breath harder. Then Marnie
came a third time. "Yes!! Oh please, no more. Oh-my-god, eeeeya, I don"t
think I can bear it." He kept it up till he was slamming his cock and balls
into her with each thrust. He came in a lurching thrust, sending her hands off
of the arm of the chair and onto the seat. Marnie came in a climax that almost
made her pass out from sensory overload. He sullied up to her to keep his cock
in for his after cums. Marnie laid limp over the armrest totally fucked,
totally spent, totally satisfied for once, in a French magistrate"s office, in
Marseilles. . .
They were released to Mr. Luftcat"s care. Marnie was given the opportunity to
call the states. When she got Roger on the phone, she told him that they were
safely in France, that they had a run in with the cops, due to mistaken
circumstances, and that they were on their way to the boat for the resort. She
asked him how they were doing back home, and was told that everything was fine
there. Marnie asked that Roger do everything he could to discourage Brenda"s
contact with the Larchers while she was gone. Roger said that she shouldn"t
worry, that Brenda was asked to baby-sit for the weekend at the Crandel"s for
Jimmy, while the Crandels were in Las Vegas. Marnie said, "That"s fine then.
I love you. I miss you. Please give Brenda a hug for me. Will see you soon.
Bye."
Mr. Luftcat was back to his mild congenial manner as the three left the
station. He drove them to the dock. They had missed their boat, but only by
about fifteen minutes, so he paid a charter captain out of his own pocket to
race the ladies out to the CMT boat, so they could join their group. As they
were about to board, he handed them his card saying, "Please call on me if I
can be of any more help to you."
Marnie gave him a peck on the cheek and Barbara thought about it, then gave him
a hug, and they set sail for a new horizon.
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