Falling Into the Cougar Cage : Wank Wednesday

It's Wank Wednesday once again and the prompt word is #cliff. I've resisted the temptation to write a story about Cliff Richard. For more information about this writing challenge as well as links to the other stories, check out Ruby Kiddell's Erotic Notebook.

Falling Into the Cougar Cage

Barney was eighteen years old and he was very unlucky. Apart from having to share his name with a really annoying purple dinosaur, he was a virgin. This might not have been a problem if he wasn't horny. But he was horny all the time. He had only to see a girl's round ass encased in a tight pair of jeans or firm young breasts bouncing bra-less beneath a t-shirt and his cock became rock hard. This made him very self-conscious. But he kept looking. And he longed to see more than just clothed girls on the streets. Of course he looked at magazines full of naked women. He could jack off to them all day. But he longed to see naked girls in the flesh. That is why he came up with his grand plan.

He might have been timid when it came to women, but he was a bit of a daredevil in other ways. He loved to go rock-climbing and he loved to hang-glide. A few miles from where he lived there was a nude beach over which towered a massive limestone cliff. He decided to hang-glide off of the cliff and glide over the beach so that he could get a bird's eye view of all those naked girls.

From the top of the cliff all of those girls looked like little white or brown ants. In fact he couldn't tell which of the little figures were men and which were women. But he grabbed onto the big kite and walked to the end of the precipice. He took a deep breath, and then he hurled himself forward out into the sunny afternoon sky. While it was a very hot day, thus ensuring that the beach was packed, it was a little windier than usual. Barney had to use all of his strength to guide himself in the right direction. He glided out over the sea and then circled back so that he could fly over the beach at a lower altitude.

Once he was gliding above the beach itself he found that its occupants were a very mixed bunch. There were a lot of fat old men whose leathery brown bellies hid their genitals just as well as clothes would have. And their were old women whose withered breasts hung almost to their knees. But there were also plenty of girls around his own age, of varying degrees of attractiveness it was true, but when he saw the gorgeous ones, with their firm bouncing breasts, jiggling bottoms and their bald or hairy pussies shamelessly displayed, it was all worth it. The feel of his dick sliding across the soft cloth of his briefs inside his denim shorts as it swelled and stiffened was almost enough to make him cum in his pants. Some of the girls even looked up and waved, just inviting him to feast his eyes on their delicious nakedness. This had definitely been a good idea.

But when a girl with a particularly lovely bottom bent down to pick something up so that her bum was presented directly towards him with just a hint of furry pussy peaking out, he forgot that he needed to start pulling up if he were to avoid crashing into the beach. At the last moment he pulled up sharply, but a freak wind lifted him and propelled him far over the local neighbourhood. At some point he was going to have to land, but where? Now he was above a patchwork of backyards and their accompanying houses.

Vesper from Girls Out West

There was a very large swimming pool. Now was his chance. He let go of the handle of his glider and fell into the water. The glider was whipped up by the wind, turned over and then landed on the roof of the house.

"It looks like someone has dropped in for a visit?" said one of three attractive women in their forties who chose this moment to walk out of the house and into the backyard with long drinks in their hands. All three were wearing brightly-coloured bikinis which showed off their tanned bellies and generous boobs.

"I'm sorry," Barney spluttered as he dragged himself from the water. "I lost control."

"We all know what that's like," chuckled the woman, a redhead in a hot pink bikini.

"You really must get out of those wet clothes," suggested a blonde wearing tropical print bathers.

"I'm Rebecca," put in a brunette in black, holding out her hand. Barney looked bewildered. He didn't take her hand, and he didn't take off his wet clothes.

"Brandi is my name," announced the redhead, "and randy is my nature."

"This is my home," the blonde informed him, "and my name is Sue."

"You look ridiculous standing there all wet and bedraggled like a half-drowned kitten," declared Brandi. "You're among friends. Take off the shorts and t-shirt. You can leave on your underpants if you are feeling shy."

"Awww, does he have to?" asked Rebecca with a wink.

Reluctantly Barney pulled his t-shirt off of his well-formed six pack and unzipped and pulled off his shorts. He was very much aware of the fact that his wet black hipsters did nothing to hide the shape of his currently flaccid cock.

"I'll go get you a drink," said Sue. "And I won't even ask to see your I.D."

"Well, we can see everything else," smiled Brandi, looking very directly at the front of Barney's underpants.

Sue came back with a tall glass filled with an orange coloured drink. It had a lemon slice and a paper umbrella. Barney sipped it and realised that it was very strong.

While Barney was distracted by tasting his drink, Brandi came up behind him and yanked down his underpants. He went bright red and quickly covered his dick with his free hand.

"He's so shy," Brandi chuckled, while groping his bare ass.

"I'd almost think he was a virgin," Rebecca told her, "if I didn't know that they were an extinct species."

"I'm not a virgin," Barney replied. "I've banged lots of chicks."

"You like sex, do you?" asked Sue, sidling up beside him and stroking his face.

"I love it!" he declared proudly.

At this point the three women simultaneously reached behind them, unclipped their bikini tops and shrugged them off. Their big soft boobs hung low, the previously unexposed areas pale compared to the tan elsewhere. Then they hooked their fingers into their bikini bottoms and pulled them down their legs. Rebecca and Sue had their pussies shaved bare, while Brandi sported a well trimmed area of flaming pubes.

Sidney at  AllOver30.com

"If you love sex so much," purred Sue, "you'll be absolutely crazy about having a foursome with a trio of sex-crazed cougars."

"That's disgusting!" cried Barney. "You're old! You're even older than my mother."

"So you don't like older women, hey?" queried Sue, while gently nibbling on his earlobe and rubbing her bare pussy against his hip.

"No," Barney replied.

"You're dick's telling us otherwise," said Rebecca in a sing song voice as she pulled his hand away from his cock to reveal that it was now standing fully erect.

"Traitor!" cried Barney to his erection. He put down his drink and gave his cock a hard slap. "Ouch! Fuck!" he screamed, hopping up and down.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that sort of thing to your cock," Sue informed him. She pulled his hands behind his back. Brandi brought over her bikini top and together they used it to tie Barney's hands together.

"We're members of the SPCP," she informed him. "The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Penises."

"Yes," added Rebecca, "you'd be surprised at the number of penis owners who mistreat what should be their best friend. They squeeze their penis into extra tight pants. And with so many guys, if we don't keep an eye on them, they start beating their meat."

"And it isn't just what they do to them," Brandi explained. "Oh, no, no, no... Deprivation is a big problem to. If we left you to your own devices you would deprive your cock of the joys we want to bestow upon it. That, my little virgin friend, would be cruelty."

"I told you, I'm not a virgin," Barney insisted.

"Cougar's know how to trust their instincts," Brandi told him. "If you weren't a virgin our mouths would not be watering as much as they are at the thought of sucking your cock."

"The first time you have your cock sucked, you want to have it done by an expert," Rebecca informed him. He looked over at her and found that she was sliding two of her fingers in and out of her cunt which was dripping its juices all down her legs.

"How do we decide who goes first?" asked Sue.

"It's your home," said Brandi, reasonably. "You go first, then Rebecca and then me."

"She wants to make sure she's the one who gets a mouthful of spunk," laughed Rebecca.

Sue crouched down between Barney's legs and sucked on his balls, then she licked up the underside of his shaft which was leaking pre-cum onto his belly from its head. She licked up some of the slippery liquid and then slipped her lips over the head of his cock and swallowed it down her throat. The other two were watching closely while squatting down on either side and enthusiastically fingering themselves.

The other two took turns in sucking his cock.

"Oh, God!" he exclaimed as he filled Brandi's warm wet mouth with jets of creamy jism. She pulled her mouth off of his softening cock and then opened it up wide so that he could see her tongue all covered in his love juices.

"If you promise not to run away or do violence to your penis, I'll untie you," Sue informed him.

"O.K.," Barney replied. "I really don't want to run away now. This feels wrong, but in a good way."

So Sue untied him and they sat around chatting and sipping their drinks. Each of the women had her legs spread and was playing with herself as they socialised. Occasionally one would have to pause in her conversation to let out a moan of orgasm.

"You really don't want to squeeze a large cock like yours into a young woman's very tight vagina," Rebecca lectured him. "What he wants is to be stroked by the tender caress of an older pussy which is juicier and less constricting."

And indeed, by the end of the afternoon he had not only fucked all of their wet and tender pussies, but also Brandi's tight butt-hole. (Which just goes to show that the ladies were somewhat hypocritical in their views on putting cocks in tight places.)

"Take this," Sue told him, after he had dressed and gathered up the remains of his hang glider. She handed him a little black book.

"What's this?" he wanted to know.

"It has our phone numbers and addresses and also those of all the other 108 members of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Penises," she explained. "If, at any time, you feel that you might be in danger of mistreating your penis, ring one of these numbers and help will shortly be at hand."

The End

Book Review : The Adventures of Little Lorna - Part One : Resort Sports

The Adventures of Little Lorna is a series of sexy comic books that artist Julio Sinope has created specifically for the Kindle ebook format. He has released two books so far and is currently working on a third.

Little Lorna is a naive but spirited eighteen-year-old whose parents have allowed her to go on holiday in Mexico with Ol' Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob is not her real uncle, rather he's a dirty old man. And it doesn't take much for one of the locals to con Lorna out of her clothes, which leads to a spanking from Uncle Bob.

The basic concept of the Little Lorna comics is not original. Stories of naive young girls being taken advantage of by a succession of sleazy men are a genre all to themselves, and this kind of plot has been used in literally hundreds of porn films. Nor are the gags terribly clever.

But what makes these ebooks something to treasure is Sinope's artwork. Little Lorna is a delightful creation and it is all in the drawing, which captures her spirit of indomitable optimism in the face of every kind of abuse. And the images are so well presented that, as you flick from one picture to the next it often almost comes across like one of those flip books in which the progression gives an illusion of movement.

Resort Sports is a very short instalment in the series. The second - Love Boat - which I will review later, is a good deal longer and more ambitious.

You can find Resort Sports at Amazon.

Also, check out Julio's page at DeviantArt. Check out his blog, especially the oldest post which includes some wonderful colour artwork. You can also find Julio on Facebook.

The Prime Traveller's Life : Thelma

This was intended to be the first of a series. And maybe it still will be. Let me know what you think.

There’s something about the universe. It’s just so universal. If you think about it (and I don’t recommend that you do) the universe can’t help but be a strange place, because everything strange is in it. Most of the time it makes no sense, and when it does make sense that’s even stranger, because there’s no reason why it should. In all the chaotic fields of energy, why should there be something as regular and dependable as matter? And amidst all of the dead matter why should some of it be alive? Among all the things that are alive why should there be some who are able to look out into the universe and realise that it makes no sense?

Recently something new has started to happen which makes sense but doesn’t make sense. A genetic mutation has made it possible, or rather unavoidable, for some individuals to travel instantaneous from one spot to another in space. That bit makes no sense. But there seems to be a purpose behind the phenomenon. Where the travellers travel is not random. They travel along an axis of sexuality. Imagine one of those weird machines they used to have in the old Frankenstein movies. An arch of electricity jumps between two electrodes, one negative and the other positive. In this case the opposites are greed and need. The possessors of this mutant gene have a tremendous appetite for sexual self-gratification. And it is this which causes them to be transported into the vicinity of members of the opposite sex who are either lonely or horny or both. Now you may be asking, “Aren’t greed and need pretty similar?” But what makes them opposites is that the greedy individual has a surfeit of what he wants, even if he is never satisfied, while the needy individual is not satisfied because they have none of what they want. 

Scientists refer to this process as “prime travelling” as the individuals on each end of the process are at their sexual prime - the age of 18 for males and 30 to 50 for females. Anyway, don’t worry too much about the particulars. You’ll pick it up as we go along.

The hero of our story is a genetic mutant named Theo. At the tender age of 18, Theo is a porn addict. At school he was shy and nerdy and nothing much has changed in the year since he left. If you met him on the street you would take him for a model citizen. He’s always polite and well-mannered. He doesn’t swear. 

But there is another side to his personality that the world doesn’t see. As soon as he moved out of his parent’s home into his own apartment a demon was let loose. With his new-found privacy he was able to indulge his hunger for porn to the full. Every night when he got home from his job stacking the shelves at the local supermarket, he would heat up a microwave meal and eat it at his computer. He’d start the evening with some reading, before his eyes got too tired. His favourite site was sandie's sexy stories. If there was a new story by her he would immediately throw off all of his clothes and get a firm grip on his cock. He would wank from the early hours of the evening right through until about 1.00 A.M. He’d bring himself to the brink and then stop and when the impulse to cum had died down he would start to stroke again. 

He could go on like that for an hour or two. Then he would let go and feel the hot cum squirt out of his thobbing cock and splatter all over his chest and sometimes even his face. When he’d had enough of the stories he searched for his favourite kinds of pictures or watched some of his favourite videos. What he loved best were blow job pictures and videos. 

He was still a virgin. He hadn’t had any kind of sex with a girl. But what he dreamed of was shoving his cock in and out of a girl’s mouth. And he loved to see a guy cum all over a girl’s face. To him the site of a pretty girl’s face, particularly one with braces, absolutely drenched in jism was the most beautiful thing in the world. The women whose bags of groceries he carried so politely at the store would never have suspected what Theo was like in his dreams, laying back naked on his bed, his stiff cock standing like a flagpole, yelling to a bunch of naked cheerleaders, “Last slut to suck my cock is a rotten egg!”

The first time that Theo travelled, the opposite pole was Thelma. She was a barmaid at the Banshee and Barnacle, Belfast.

“Cunts the lot of them,” she grumbled to herself, as she mopped up the spilled beer after closing time. She thought she’d had enough of men. They were always leering at her boobs and grabbing for her arse. It’s not that she minded the sexual attention, but they just wanted something for themselves. After her husband left her she’d tried sleeping with the customers, but they were mostly pigs who’d hump away for about three minutes and then keep her awake with their snoring all night.

“Ah if only it could be like it was for me and Hamish back in the glen,” she sighed as she undressed in her bedroom. “Now there was a lad who knew how to use his cock...and his tongue.”

Jennifer Steyn as Molly Bloom

Working the bar required that she dress in a fairly old-fashioned manner, clothes which took some getting out of. She unlaced the front of her bodice and shrugged it off. And then she released her 42 inch breasts from her rather functional bra. She undid the waistband of her skirt letting her full belly resume its normal shape. And down came her panties over her rather large buttocks. You could say she was Rubenesque, but unlike Rubens’ models she showed little sign of cellulite. There was a rounded firm youthfulness to her naked body which made her seem less than her 40 years.

Thelma slept nude and, as she lay back under the warm covers she remembered how Hamish had loved to parade his stiff cock in front of her. As soon as they had heated up the living room he would always throw off all of his clothes and tease her by doing various boring chores unclad. She would tease him about being a nudist. But then it wouldn’t be long before his cock gradually stiffened until he was walking around tiding the room with a massive erection bouncing in front of him. 

“How did that happen?” she would laugh, slapping him on the arse. 

“I’ve been thinking of you,” he smiled sweetly. “I’ve been thinking about you naked. I’ve been thinking about how you are going to beg for mercy when I fuck you senseless.”

“If only...if only...” Thelma whimpered, fingering her sopping wet cunt.

It was at this point that Theo travelled into Thelma’s bed. As you can imagine, this came as a bit of a shock for both parties, but it is part of the nature of the travelling process that both parties accept it in much the same way that we accept the strange logic of a dream. In fact, in Theo’s case, he did believe at first that he was dreaming. He’d been whacking off for three hours straight over so many sexually-charged images that this just felt like some kind of strange wet dream.

When she realised that there was a male body in the bed next to her, Thelma reached out and felt around. First she felt Theo’s chest, and then his knee, and then her hand grasped his stiff cum-slippery cock.

“Hamish?” she asked.

“The name’s Theo,” our hero replied, throwing back the sheets so he could get a good look at Thelma’s naked body. “Now why don’t you suck my cock, bitch?”

“I don’t think so, boyo!” she shouted angrily, thinking of her lecherous customers. “That cock of yours is only good for one thing. Giving pleasure to my cunt!”

Scrawny Theo was no match for this dynamo of Irish womanhood. She stood up and pinned him to the bed with one foot. “Do you wanna cum, you piece of shit!” she spat.

“Yes,” Theo muttered, beginning to suspect that he’d wandered into someone else’s wet dream by mistake.

“O.K., then,” she said, her tone mellowing. “I don’t know how you turned up here, but now that you're here there is no reason why we can’t both have a good time. For the time being, why don’t you lay back there and relax while I do all the work.”

With that she squatted down over his stiff cock and, with a guiding hand, slid it into her sopping wet pussy. There was a squelch as she spread her thighs on either side of him and rode back and forth on this stiffness.

“Does that feel good?” She sighed.

“I’ve never fucked a woman before,” he admitted, with a dopey ecstatic grin.

“Well, you sure picked the right colleen to begin with, honey,” she grinned. “I’ll show you a thing or two.”

Red (from various sites)

“You’re even better than a cheerleader,” Theo told her as he watched her huge boobs swing back and forth. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I think somebody came,” she laughed, rolling off of him so that his flaccid prick popped wetly out of her pussy. “But it wasn’t me.”

“Sorry,” said Theo.

“That’s O.K.,” she reassured him. “What if we make a deal. I’ll suck your cock for you, but first you have to give my pussy a thorough licking. Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.”

“I don’t know,” said Theo. “It’s full of my cum. That’s kind of gross.”

“Don’t be a wimp,” she chided him. “It won’t kill ya. And I’m gonna let you shoot loads of it into my mouth. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

She showed him where she liked to be licked and sucked. Swallowing some of his cum wasn’t a big deal. It just tasted salty. And he started to get a kick out the way he was making Thelma moan. It was a bit like playing a video game, hit the right spot and the buzzer went off. Eventually she clamped her thighs hard around his head and he felt warm liquid drench his mouth.

“Hey,” he spat. “You pissed on me.”

“That’s not piss,” she chuckled. “That’s just the stuff that means we’re in love. Now hands up, who wants their cock sucked?”

When she started sucking the dry cum and pussy juice off of his cock it was still flaccid from his first climax, but it didn’t take long to swell up in her mouth. She was an expert. She slurped up and down and ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of the helmet and over the sensitive eye. 

Her post-orgasmic feelings toward this young lad were protective, almost motherly, and she gently stroked his chest and brushed back the hair from his forehead as she sucked on his cock. Eventually he sighed and filled her willing mouth with his warm salty seed.

A few seconds later he disappeared. Thelma huddled up beneath her bedclothes feeling a warm glow that would help her to face the challenges ahead. And Theo ended up in his own bed wondering if such a weird experience would ever happen to him again.


The End

The Doll Squeaks : Wank Wednesday

Another Wednesday. Another serving of smut. For all the info on Wank Wednesday check out Ruby Kiddell's blog The Erotic Notebook. Make sure to read all the other great entries and give encouragement to all the sexy folks who contribute.

The Doll Squeaks

Jerry knew what kind of shop it was. He'd only been living in the upstairs flat for three days, but he'd seen the neon sign over the car park on the building's other side. "Cut Price Carnality" it flashed in bright pink neon.

They didn't have anything like that in the town of Cow Pat Falls where Jerry had grown up. But he had heard tell of such places. Jerry knew that in the big city every sinful thing you could possibly imagine was not only being done, but being photographed and filmed being done. And people were doing to electrical devices things that it wasn't even proper to do to other human beings. And sex shops were the centre of it all.

Jerry had come to the big city because he was sick of being Amish. He wanted to watch television and maybe even drive a motor car. 

But he wasn't so sure about sex. In Cow Pat Falls sex had been about the only thing to do once the farming day was finished. At least that's what his friends had told him. But Jerry was painfully shy. He'd kissed a girl once, but she was unconscious at the time, having been kicked in the head by a mule, so he wasn't sure that that really counted.

The shop was run by Mrs. Lawrence, Jerry's landlady, a widow aged about 47. She was an attractive redhead, a little on the plump side, he thought, who always seemed as if she was laughing at him on the inside. It was nothing obvious but she seemed to have that almost imperceptible curl of the lip or lift of the eyebrow that made him feel she took him for a fool.

By some coincidence it was the evening of Jerry's eighteenth birthday when he came home and found the padlock to the inside door to Mrs. Lawrence's shop unlatched. He'd been looking for a job, and once more he'd failed to find anything.

Being, by nature, an honest lad, Jerry thought about simply shutting the padlock. But maybe Mrs. Lawrence was in the shop doing some late night stock-taking he thought.

So he took off the padlock and pulled open the latch. It came back with a loud squeak. The door also squeaked as he pulled it open. All was dark within.

Jerry looked along the corridor to Mrs. Lawrence's room and saw a light coming from under the door. That must be where she is, he thought. And then the light went off. She must have retired for the night.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. He walked through the door into the shop, closed it behind him and turned on the lights.

Walking around the premises, Jerry took it all in wide-eyed. He imagined what all of those skimpy pieces of lingerie would look like on the bodies of women. There were crotchless panties here and nipple-revealing bras there. And a big rack full of plastic cocks and vaguely cock-shaped multi-coloured gadgets. And then there were all the magazines and DVDs - all of them wrapped in plastic - their covers depicting women with massive breasts and guys with huge stiff cocks engaged in every kind of sexual activity.

At first Jerry's mind was fully occupied in taking in all of this sexual excess. But then he found himself thinking about Mrs. Lawrence. She spent every day in this shop. It was her establishment. She had handled all of those plastic cocks. She'd seen all of these really filthy pictures. And she thought it was all O.K. The more he thought about this, the more he felt his cock swell and stiffen in his pants. He'd never thought about her in a sexual way before. When she had seen him about the flat she had been wearing loose-fitting jean shorts and a t-shirt advertising Andrew Lloyd Webber's Cats. He liked her. She was friendly and not dour like so many of the older people from his home town. But she was five years older than his mother.

Now she was clearly asleep for the night, and Jerry could do whatever he wanted. It was a very hot night, and his cock was feeling cramped in his jeans, so he decided to take off all of his clothes.

Soon he was wandering around the shop completely naked with his stiff cock wagging back and forth in front of him.

He'd never seen a girl naked before, so the first thing he did was to pick up a copy of Hustler and carefully undo the sticky tape so that he could slip it out of its plastic bag. He sat himself down in the seat behind the cash desk, thinking about the fact that his arse and balls were resting right where Mrs. Lawrence sat her bottom all day, and began flipping through the pages, drinking in all the details of each luscious nude female body and he stroked his hard cock and felt the slick river of pre-cum run down over his fingers.

Towards the back of the magazine he saw an ad for an inflatable sex doll.

"I wonder if Mrs. Lawrence has one of those?" he asked himself, and set off to look.

It wasn't long before he found a pile of boxes over to the side of the shop which had pictures of just such dolls on them. So he tore open one of the boxes and found that it contained, not just a deflated doll, but also a foot pump to blow it up with.

The foot pump squeaked quite loudly, but Jerry was beyond caring. He was sure that Mrs. Lawrence was sound asleep.

Once the doll had taken on its proper shape, Jerry lay it down on the floor, spread its balloon legs and slid his throbbing pre-cum-lubricated cock deep into its pseudo-vagina.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Such was the sound caused by Blow-Up Barbie's butt rubbing against the carpet as the caress of her rubber vagina sent paroxysms of pleasure through Jerry's happy knob.

"Well, well, well," came a familiar voice from the doorway. "For a moment there I thought I had mice."

"It's not what it looks like!" cried Jerry, rolling over and clutching Barbie's buttocks so hard that they burst. And so he found that he was trying to cover himself with a pile of deflated plastic.

"How could it be anything but what it looks like?" asked Mrs. Lawrence. "It can't be an act of performance art, because there is no audience, or wasn't until I got here. Do you know how much those dolls cost?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lawrence," Jerry whimpered.

"Call me Tamsin," she replied, smiling indulgently. Jerry noticed that she was wearing a towelling bathrobe that came down to her dimpled knees.

"I'll pay you back, Mrs... Tamsin," he pleaded.

"You do realise that I could just ring the police?" she asked, but he could tell from the way she was on the verge of giggling at his predicament that she wouldn't. "I've never had a handsome, horny nude young man completely at my mercy before."

"At your mercy?" Jerry queried.

"If the police arrested you you would probably end up getting community service," she explained. "So let's just cut out the middle man. I'm part of the community. You can serve me. Now stand up and drop the merchandise."

Jerry stood with his hands cupped over his still rampantly rigid cock.

"I bet you think I'm a dirty old lady," she told him as she ran her hand appreciatively over the taught bulging muscles of his shoulders, back and buttocks.

"Well," replied Jerry, "you are a lot older than me. And you do have a lot of dirty things around here..."

"Do you like dirty old ladies?" she asked, pushing his hands away from his cock. "Oh, I see that you do." She smeared pre-cum all over her hand and then slid it up and down his prick appreciatively.

"I like that," he told her.

"Good," she smiled. "You know I wouldn't really blackmail you into fucking me. But catching you being naughty was such a delightful surprise."

"I don't have to fuck you?" he asked, puzzled.

"I'm sure that's a relief for you," she responded, continuing to wank his hard cock and fondle his buttocks. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

Jerry pulled away from her and stood looking at her for a moment. Then he reached out and undid the belt around her robe and pulled it open. Underneath she wore a black silk nightie which reached a few inches above her knees. Jerry reached out and began fondling her full, soft and somewhat droopy breasts through the thin material.

"That's what I want to do," he confessed. "I've never felt a girl's breasts before."

"I'm hardly a girl any more, but feel away," she responded, her eyes wide with delight. "What else have you never done with a lady?"

"I've never seen one naked before," he admitted, his heart beating wildly.

"Strip me naked, Jerry," she sighed, offering herself with arms spread wide.

He squatted down and grabbed the hem of her nightie and then stood up, lifting it up and over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath.

By now he had lost all of his inhibitions and stood openly masturbating as he gazed at her pale nudity. Her breasts hung low but their skin was silky smooth and her nipples were a deep raspberry colour, standing stiff as if yearning to be sucked. She had a slightly pot belly punctuated by the deep indentation of her navel, and below was a tangle of gingery hair with just a touch of grey. Her legs were shapely with just enough meatiness in the thighs to balance the swell of her belly.

"I never thought I'd have a young spunk wanking off to the sight of my nude body," she told him. "You really are a tonic to a dirty old lady. But I think we'd better fuck before you explode all over my freshly cleaned carpet. Let's go find a suitable novelty condom."

And with that she headed off across the shop with Jerry, still cock in hand, in hot pursuit. He loved the sight of her bare bum as she pranced happily about the shop because it was so round and soft and wobbly. From the back she looked like a walking bowl of pink jello, but he'd never wanted to stick his cock into a bowl of jello before.

"Extra thin and passionfruit flavoured," she cried. "Just perfect. Now bring that mouth-watering cock of yours over here."

She rolled the condom down his length and then licked and sucked it, much to his delight, until she had fully appreciated the condom's flavour.

"I've never had such an amazing birthday present," Jerry declared.

"It's your birthday?" Tamsin asked. "Well, quite right and proper that you should celebrate it in your birthday suit then. Now lay down on your back. I like to be on top."

Jerry lay down and Tamsin squatted over him slowly impaling her sopping wet pussy on his rigid cock. Then she began gyrating around and pumping herself up and down his length as she he grabbed her ass with both hands. The softness of her flesh rolled over his fingers.

"I love your bum," he sighed. "It's so soft and wobbly."

"A quality that no gym ever promises that it can deliver," she pointed out, shaking her head at this strange creature.

Tamsin began rubbing her stiff clit as she rode Jerry's cock and after a while she quivered, causing her boobs and belly to shake enticingly, and squirted warm liquid down over his balls. Then he thrust a couple more times and felt his cum spurt hotly into the condom.

"It's been almost five years since I last had a man," Tamsin admitted as they sat back gazing at each other's post-orgasmic glow. "Ironic to work in a sex shop but be getting no sex, hey?"

"Well, it's been a very happy end to a very sad day for me," Jerry explained. "There is nothing worse than spending your birthday alone searching for a job and not finding one."

"I think I have a job for you," Tamsin suggested. "I need someone to help me here in the store. Business is really taking off. And the women customers will love having a handsome hunk to help them with their choices. In fact, I think we might even institute Ladies Only Night on Wednesdays. And on that night you'll have a special uniform."

"What uniform?" he wanted to know.

"The one you are wearing now," Tamsin informed him with a suggestive wink. "Hard-on is optional... but definitely preferred. And all instances of sexual harassment by customers will be treated as tips."

She took him on a detailed tour of the store, during which he wouldn't stop fondling her bum.

"Wow! You have a lot of lube!" he pointed out. "What's that for?"

"Well," she explained, "apart from anything else, it lets a guy like you stick his cock in places it wouldn't easily go otherwise."

"Like where?" he wanted to know.

"Like here," she giggled, bending over and pulling her butt cheeks wide apart so that her pink butt hole winked at him.

"Can I try?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Are you kidding?" she grinned. "You can bugger me with your beefy boner any time."

He squirted cool gel all over his cock, which was now fully erect once more, and spread it with his hand. Then he squirted more in his hand and rubbed it all around Tamsin's rectum, sliding a slippery finger in and out to prepare the way. Then he grabbed her around the waist and slowly slid his prick all the way into her asshole until it clung lovingly around every inch and his balls slapped against her pussy.

"Oh!" cried Jerry. "What about a condom?"

"Don't worry," she replied. "I only used one before for novelty value. I'm too old to get pregnant and haven't had sex for five years. And you haven't had sex at all. I think we are safe for the moment."

The best part about fucking Tamsin in the ass was watching how it moved while he did. It was like the blob doing the watusi.

Jerry wasn't sure if she came from having his cock ramming into her ass or from rubbing her clit while he did it. But she moaned to a happy climax around the same time he launched a multitude of confused sperm cells up shit creek without a paddle.

"How do women fit such huge dildos and vibrators into themselves?" Jerry asked as Tamsin returned with a couple of beers from the fridge in the store kitchen. "Take that one. It's enormous."

"That's my thermos," Tamsin pointed out. "Though I probably could fit it in my cunt. A couple of kids have come out of there remember."

Which all led to a competition to see how many dildos and vibrators she could fit in her at once. The maximum was five small vibrators at once in her pussy. This was fine, but when Jerry suggested that she try again with the vibrators switched on, all hell broke lose. She lashed around like the giant squid from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and a flying vibrator nearly took Jerry's eye out.

"I won the bet," she pointed out, once they had managed to retrieve all the errant vibrators. "Now you have to pay the forfeit."

"Forfeit?" he enquired.

"I want to watch you wank off until you shoot cum all over yourself," she told him. "Well, dribble cum on yourself anyway. After fucking me twice, I doubt if you have much left in you."

"Is that all?" he wanted to know. At the beginning of the evening it would have been a terribly embarrassing thing to do, but now he had no inhibitions left.

"I've never seen a guy do that in real life," she explained. "My husband was quite conservative. Every day I sell sexy magazines and DVDs to guys and I know that when they get them home they are going to whip out their cocks and beat off to them. But I never get to see it. Sometimes I've even wondered if I should put in a wacky booth just so I could drill a hole and peek at hot guys when they are pulling on their pricks."

And so it was that Jerry ended up squatting over Tamsin as she lay back on the floor. His hand was pulling the loose skin on his stiff prick up and down as he enjoyed the exquisite sensation of his sensitive balls caressing the velvet softness of Tamsin's belly flesh.

"Now, no squirting off over my face," she warned him as he held his cock up close for her to take in every detail of his wanton wanking.

"I'm a self-frosting birthday boy!" Jerry exclaimed as he leant back and shot several streams of hot cum up his belly. That he had so much left in him was a testament to just how arousing the evening had been for an innocent virgin boy from the country.

"Did someone say frosting?" cried Tamsin, pushing him onto the ground and leaping on him to lick and suck the fresh jism from his belly and now flaccid cock.

The next morning Jerry awoke to find himself in Tamsin's bed. The lady herself was happily sucking on his morning erection. This was far too arousing a discovery for Jerry not to immediately fill her mouth with cum.

"Cock Gobbler's Morning Wood Protein Shake," she said after swallowing the lot. "Breakfast of Champions."

"You really are a dirty old lady," declared Jerry, shaking his head.

"You're not kidding," she replied. "I'm such an old slut that I've decided not to put on any clothes at all when I go to work in the shop today. And I'm going to offer to suck off every good looking guy who comes in. For free."

"If you do that you'll get arrested," he pointed out.

"You're going to have to help me," she pleaded. "The only thing that will save me from getting arrested is if you spank all the naughtiness out of me."

She rolled over in his lap and bared her wobbly pink bottom.

He began slapping her bum forcefully. Watching all the ripples and counter ripples run back and forth was so delicious that it made his cock begin to throb once more.

"And if you think that I look like I'm tempted to do something deliciously criminal during the day," she suggested, "tell me that if I don't behave myself you won't fuck me hard with your big cunt-pleasing cock at the end of the day."

Jerry had known before he came to the city that it was filled with wicked women, but it had never occurred to him that keeping a lid on the wickedness of one of them would become his personal responsibility.

He spanked and spanked and spanked away at his landlady's fabulously flabby bottom.

And she didn't let out a single squeak. She let out several grunts, a bunch of snorts and repeatedly squealed like a porker meeting its maker. But she didn't squeak.

The End

Cumming Soon : Tam and Jerry - The Squeakquel

Tilt : A Weird Science Tale for Wank Wednesday

It's Wank Wednesday again as hosted by Ruby Kiddell at The Erotic Notebook. Here is how she explains it :

Welcome to week eight of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut. 

With so many great writers of smut and erotica on Twitter and the web I thought it would be a nice idea to get a smutty blog carnival going. For writers or would be writers a weekly prompt will get you writing and as a reader well you’ll be able to get your fix of sexy stories all in one go.

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Tilt : A Weird Science Tale for Wank Wednesday

"If this ain't Nowheresville you can sure see it from here," growled Billy "The Kid" Kincaid as he pulled up to the only truckstop in Monkey Spank, New Mexico, his fire-engine red hotrod spewing steam from its radiator.

"Well, I need to powder my nose, Billy," whined Enola Gay Makepiece as she cleaned under her fingernails with her switchblade. "You wouldn't want me to powder my nose all over your fancy leather upholstery now would you?"

The time was 3.55 P.M. The date - Wednesday the 10th of June 1959. Unbeknownst to Billy and Enola, all hell was about to break lose.

Three years, six months and five days earlier, on the cave-riddled desert landscape three miles to the north a medium-sized nuclear device had been detonated for research purposes. Today Professor Roentgen had begun his research project to investigate the impact of radiation on the local animal and plant life. He was being assisted by two of his best pupils, Tommy Trumpet and his girlfriend Cherry Wilde.

"Just listen to that!" exclaimed Tommy as he ran the geiger counter over the surface of a boulder. It ticked like crazy. "We must be right at the epicentre of the explosion."

"I'm scared, Tommy," replied Cherry. "It might not be healthy to be this close to radiation."

"Don't be silly," Tommy chided her. "The government did this. They wouldn't do anything that might harm us."

"If you say so," she responded. "But I think we should go and see how the Professor is getting on in the cave."

Just at that moment, Tommy looked over her shoulder towards the cave entrance.

"Jumpin' Jimminy!" he cried.

Cherry knew it was serious as she had never heard Tommy use such strong language before. When she turned towards the cave entrance what she saw there made her eyes pop and almost caused her to soil her baby pink Cottontails. It was a prairie dog. But it was no ordinary prairie dog. It differed from ordinary prairie dogs in two key ways. 1. It was the size of a bus. 2. It had the mangled corpse of Dr. Roentgen dangling from between its teeth.

"Prairie dogs are usually not carnivorous," panted Tommy as they ran for their lives across the desert. "Oh, sure they sometimes eat insects."

"But not biology teachers?" asked Cherry.

"Never biology teachers," replied Tommy. "Until now."

"Why is it so big?" Cherry wanted to know.

"The radiation," Tommy responded. "Clearly Dr. Roentgen was right. It has effected the local wildlife."

"I thought you said it wouldn't be harmful," complained Cherry.

"Well, growing big isn't necessarily a bad thing," Tommy pointed out. "The only problem would be finding enough food."

"Which would explain why it is following us," deducted Cherry.

"Precisely," agreed Tommy. "Thank goodness its muscle development has not yet caught up with the demands of gravity on an animal of its size. It can only waddle, so we have a chance of outrunning it, as long as we can find somewhere to take shelter."

Just at that point they crested a hill and caught site of the Monkey Spank Truck Stop and Burger Bar.

When they burst breathlessly through the door, Billy was hunched over the pinball machine, his fingers a blur over the buttons as he kept the siver ball bouncing around the table. Enola was leaning up against the wall watching him and sucking on a Coke.

"You look like the devil's after you," said old Frank Gaines, the proprietor as he flipped a burger.

"Not the devil," panted Tommy. "A prairie dog!"

"I've heard of guy's bein' yella," Enola sneered, "but you take the cake. A prairie dog!"

Tommy looked over at Enola, taking in her short black hair, her red leather jacket and her skin-tight black jeans.

"This isn't a normal prairie dog," Tommy pointed out. "It's the size of a bus and it ate the professor."

"I think this boy's been hitting the peyote," suggested Billy, leaving the pinball table and striding over to examine the two new comers. The bright desert sun shining through the truckstop window lit up his shocking white duck tail. He unzipped his black leather jacket and stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his blue Levis. "What's your name, honey?" he asked Cherry. He was standing a little too close.

"Ch-ch-ch-cherry," she responded.

"And very sweet you are too," Billy told her.

Just at that moment, there was a massive crash which caused the whole building to shake. They looked around and there was a giant eye staring in the window.

"See, I told you," pointed out Billy. "Big as a bus."

"The End of Days!" cried Frank forlornly, half an hour later. "That's what it is. All predicted in the Bible it was!"

"I remember locusts... I remember frogs..." huffed Enola. "I don't remember anything about a plague of giant prairie dogs."

"Nevertheless," wailed Frank, pointing a prophetic finger. "We have brought it upon ourselves by our sinful ways. We have interfered with the natural order of things..."

"I'll interfere with the natural order of your innards, if you don't leave off," warned Enola, pulling out her switchblade.

It was just at this moment that a loud "Zap!" sounded outside, coinciding with a flash like green lightning. The prairie dog was gone, in its place a smouldering skeleton.

Then the door opened and in walked two brains. They weren't just brains. They did have small skinny bodies propelling them around the place. But they were mostly brains. Big, throbbing, green and yellow brains with a pair of bloodshot eyeballs staring out from underneath them.

"Your race is nearly run, earthlings!" one of them cried in a voice like an electric pencil sharpener.

"The end! The end!" cried Frank, banging his head against the lunch counter, perhaps feeling that mortification of the flesh was called for.

"Your technology has advanced more quickly than your capacity for making wise choices in how you use it," explained the alien being. "So, for the greater good of the galaxy, we have come here to eliminate your species."

"Can't you give us another chance?" pleaded Tommy. "It is true that some of the older generation try to settle their differences with nuclear weapons. But there is no need to eliminate all of us. Some of us are able to find peaceful ways of settling our disputes."

"Yes, that's right!" agreed Enola, quickly hiding her switchblade.

"And we can work together for the common good, too," added Cherry, playing nervously with her blonde ponytail.

"Get rid of the old fogies," suggested Billy looking pointedly at Frank. "But let the rest of us have a chance to prove ourselves."

"We have noticed that you are skilled at that game in the corner there," replied Brain No. 1.

"Enola and I are great at pinball," agreed Billy. "What about you two?"

"Cherry is better than I am," Tommy admitted. "But we can both play."

"The test must be to reach a common goal," the brain explained. "Let us say that you must score, between you, 200,000 points within two hours."

"That's a lot!" replied Billy. "But we'll give it a go."

"But you must also demonstrate your willingness for self sacrifice," the brain added. "It has come to our notice in studying your species that it causes you much distress when your modesty insurance devices are publicly removed."

"Our what?" asked Enola.

"Your clothes," replied the brain. "And we have found that it causes even more distress when the modesty... the clothes of your prospective reproductive vehicle are removed in front of others who might find the prospect of reproducing with them not undesirable."

"Am I your 'prospective reproductive vehicle'?" asked Cherry of Tommy, looking confused.

"I would hope so," he replied.

"Strip pinball?" enquired Enola. "I'm up for it."

"I don't know," admitted Tommy nervously. "Cherry you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"The fate of the human race is at stake," Cherry replied bravely. "This is no time to be worried about our own personal modesty."

"I have a feeling you have nothing to be modest about," leered Billy, before Enola elbowed him hard in the belly.

"The rules," the brain explained, "are that anyone who fails to reach 2,000 points on their turn must remove an article of clothing of their choice."

The four took a moment to exchange names and shake hands.

"Are you sure you have the balls for this?" asked Billy of Tommy.

"Are the balls not in the machine?" the brain queried, looking confused.

"I'll do what's necessary to save the world," Tommy replied with a square jaw.

Enola was the first to play, striding confidently up to the machine, pulling out the plunger and letting to go. The ball shot into action and Enola began flipping. But her confidence was greater than her playing ability. She scored 1,800 and removed one of her boots.

Cherry was up next. Tommy was confident. He knew she was good. And, sure enough, she made 4,750. She span around in celebration, her dress rising so that her knees were revealed. "Go me!" she cried.

Now it was Tommy's turn. It was a while since he'd played and he was a bit rusty. He only made 950. It was with a profound sense of shame that he removed one of his shoes.

Billy scored 3,960. "Not bad," he said, "but I've got more than that in me. This is just the beginning."

Billy and Cherry were the champions. Half an hour later, Billy had only lost his shoes and socks. Cherry had lost both shoes and one sock.

Tommy on the other hand, was not doing well. He was down to his boxer shorts.

Enola was down to her shirt, bra and panties and was enjoying the opportunity to show off her long luscious legs. Tommy was trying not to look.

"No need to be modest, Tommy Boy," she teased. "I know you want to peek at a bad girl's panties. You can bet that, when your next turn leaves you a nudist, I'm not going to be averting my eyes."

"Don't tease the poor guy," laughed Billy. "We can all see that you've given little Tommy Trumpet the horn."

"Don't let them get to you," Cherry said, putting her arm around his shoulders.

But, predictably, on his next turn Billy lost his shorts. Enola grinned, Billy laughed, and Cherry blushed as he slowly slid them down and stood naked before the others. The combination of Enola's teasing and the fact that Cherry was seeing him naked for the first time made it an erotic as well as humiliating experience, and so his cock was semi-erect.

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of there, Tommy Boy," Enola reassured him, squatting down to get a close look.

"Don't you go blowing that Trumpet!" Billy warned. "Your lips are mine."

"My lips are free agents, Billy," she teased. "Now you get back to the table. We've only got another hour and fifteen minutes to get 150,000 points."

But Billy's concentration was off now. He only made 1,750. He unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor.

Then Cherry failed to reach the target and removed her other sock.

When Enola also fell short, Billy sighed and said, "Oh, well, there goes your shirt."

"Not necessarily," replied Enola. "'An article of clothing of their choice.' Remember? I think I'll express my solidarity with Tommy No Trousers and take off my panties."

"You don't have to do that!" cried Billy.

"No. I don't. But I want to," she replied. "Maybe the sight of my bare bum and pretty pussy will inspired Tommy to pull really hard on his plunger."

Her eyes smouldered as she met Tommy's glance. Then she slowly slid her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down revealing a tangle of thick black pubic hair.

Tommy's cock swelled and stiffened until it was curving up at an angle. Enola moved across the floor with cat-like grace and hung her panties over his erection. They were damp.

"I thought I was the one you want to have babies with," whimpered Cherry, a tear rolling down from her eye.

"I do," replied Tommy. "I love you. This is just a matter of biology. The male animal responds to all mating opportunities on a purely physical level. It means nothing about who we love."

"He is right on this point," agreed the brain. "We have observed these things."

"I've observed rather too many of those things," grumbled his companion, who up until this point had been silent.

Cherry tried to be reassured. But worry put her off on her next turn.

"I'll follow Enola's example and take off my panties," she decided. My dress is a reasonable length, so I won't be baring any more skin that way." She did, however, have to expose a good deal of leg actually getting her panties down. Something that inspired a wolf whistle from Billy. Tommy noticed, as she lay her panties down on a chair, that they had a large damp patch on the gusset.

Tommy had nothing more to lose. That cleared his head. What gave him a problem is that he kept hitting the machine painfully with the head of his stiff cock. So he only made 800 points.

"We can't afford any more poor performances like that," Enola told Tommy while Billy was playing. "Much as I love looking at this thing," she added, grabbing hold of Tommy's cock. "You're going to have to get off so we can get on with the game. There's no need to be shy now. Just beat off. Or I'll suck you off if you want. Billy will be livid, but saving the world is what counts."

"He's my boyfriend," replied Cherry, pushing her away. "If anyone is going to put his penis in their mouth it's going to be me!"

"But, Cherry," responded Tommy, "you're a virgin."

"Only because of the old fogies," she said.

"What?" asked Tommy.

"It's like Billy said," she explained. "We know how things should be, but the old fogies make the rules. Whether it is nuclear war or sex, it's all the same. It's their rules. Well, not anymore. You know what I do every night while I'm thinking about you Tommy? I do this." She lifted up her dress, parted her legs and began fingering her wet, pink, golden-haired pussy.

"You do?" asked the astounded Tommy.

"Of course she does," replied Enola. "And, right now, I think I'll join her. We all need to get off if we are going to clear our heads and give this game our all." With that she too spread her legs, stuck her fingers into her pussy to gather up some juices and then began moving them around wetly over her erect clit.

"I'll lick your penis for you  until it goes down," Cherry suggested matter-of-factly. With that she sank to her knees and slid her soft wet lips and tongue down over his length.

"It's your turn, Enola," announced Billy, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he turned to take in the astounding activities that were going on behind him. "Oh, what the hell!" he cried and pulled down his boxers, too, freeing his own erection.

"Damn," muttered Enola, "just when I was about to cum."

"You play the machine," ordered Billy. "And I'll make sure you cum."

Enola shook her bare ass at him as she walked up to the machine. As she pulled the plunger, Billy moved up behind her. She bent forward to begin play and he slid his stiff cock deep into her juicy cunt and began pounding her from behind while she played. She played like she'd never played before. Sexual energy flowing through her and sharpening her every reflex. She'd scored 6,570 by the time Billy arched his back and filled her with his hot seed.

"Damn, look at the time!" cried Billy. "Only ten more minutes to go and another 10,350 points to win."

Cherry let Tommy's cock plop out of her mouth. She stood up and ripped her dress from her body, followed by her bra. She was now stark naked.

"I can't do this alone," she cried, grabbing Tommy by the cock and pulling him towards the pinball machine.

Somehow, in this one remote truck stop in New Mexico, all of the sexual repression characteristic of the 1950s had ended for these four characters in an erotic explosion of thermonuclear dimensions. And they were determined to use this force that they had unwittingly unleashed for good and not for evil. To save the world from extermination by the aliens.

Cherry had a deliciously pale and juicy ass which jiggled in the cutest possible way as she moved into place in front of the pinball machine.

"Spank me while I play," she breathed. "Spank me and then fuck me."

"O.K.," replied Tommy. "Whatever will help you."

As she pulled out the plunger, Tommy brought his palm down hard on her right butt cheek with a loud crack. Simultaneously she loosed the plunger and the ball shot into play. Again and again Tommy slapped her bum, turning it a bright pink. And as he did she kept the ball in play, lights flashing, spinners spinning, bells going off... The score piled up - 2 thousand, 3 thousand, 4 thousand. On and on she went, her fingers moving with almost supernatural accuracy, as her bum grew warmer and a creamy juice began to dribble down the inside of her leg.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"

"The End Days! The End Days!" cried Frank, his hand moving up and down suspiciously inside his pants.

"Most remarkable!" declared Brain No. 1.

"Most repulsive!" remarked Brain No. 2.

Enola and Billy didn't say anything. They were too busy wanking each other off as they watched.

Tommy spread his girlfriend's legs, pressed his belly up against her sore bum and slid his cock, slippery with her saliva as well as his pre-cum, deep into her twitching pussy.

The score continued to rise as the ball shot around the table. And all the while Tommy continued to slap his belly against Cherry's ass and piston his cock back and forth within her embracing wetness.

It was going to be close. They had another 2,000 points to get and there was only 30 seconds left. As the countdown continued Tommy began thrusting harder and harder, slamming Cherry's belly up against the cold hard machine. Thrust! Thrust! Thump! Thump! They were almost there... and then...

"TILT!" screamed the light on the top of the machine. And it was all over. They had failed.

"Let's go out and set the Obliterator Device," said Brain 1.

"Not before time," replied Brain 2.

They opened the door and walked out of the truck stop straight into the mouth of a giant prairie dog that had come to find out what happened to his mate.

"Well, it looks like the human race has a reprieve," said Enola, giving Billy a cuddle.

"Yes," replied Cherry. "But for how long?"

THE END (....OR IS IT?)