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Airboy: Gone Down
🕑 Added 2021-11-07 19:01:01 +0000 UTC“Airboy, I must compliment you. Not many men could bring me low as you have. Your prowess truly must be unrivaled… among your fellow Americans…”
The canopy of the parachute that had saved her life flapped up into the air, filled up by a breeze. Valkyrie swatted it back down, keeping it out of the way of her view of Airboy. The lean youth advanced, his automatic coolly held on her, just as her Luger covered him.
“Don’t feel too bad, Val. You gave as good as you got. And I’ve got one hell of a plane. If I were flying a Me 109 like you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“That would be unfortunate,” Val quipped in response to his sly mockery.
Airboy hadn’t enjoyed her soft landing—too sentimental to abandon his precious Birdie, she supposed. Instead, he had guide it down into a rough but salvageable crash landing. Now blood trailed from a wound on the side of his head. He’d wrapped a layer of gauze around his head, taking off his cumbersome goggles to bandage himself. It left his handsome face beaming at her.
Valkyrie sighed. Another day, another dogfight. Still their rivalry went on, still neither of them proved the victor. She looked around. They had been fortunate to land on one of the tiny spits of land dotting the English Channel, but it was evidently deserted, barren. It would be hard enough finding food; trying to battle out to a winner would be pointless. Whichever of their sides sent a rescue first would determine the real victor. And besides, Valkyrie wasn’t concerned with which of them could trounce the other. She wanted to know who the better flier was. As, she imagined, did Airboy.
Seemingly coming to that conclusion himself, Airboy lowered his Colt .45. Valkyrie did the same with her Luger.
“So then. We are stuck here. No point in fighting, but what else is there to do?”
Airboy holstered his pistol. “We could try and ignore each other.”
“That, my dear Airboy, is quite impossible.”
“I wish people wouldn’t call me that.”
Valkyrie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t take pride in your name?”
“My name is Davy.”
“You may continue referring to me as Valkyrie. It is a moniker I won only with considerable effort, a sign of my government’s faith and confidence in me, and a measure of the respect I am due as leader of the Airmaidens…”
She realized that Davy wasn’t really listening to her. He was staring at her breasts as they pushed up through the gauzy fabric of her jersey, low-cut to begin with. Her thick nipples were tantalizing, more apparent even than the shadow of her bosom, and he couldn’t take his eyes off where the fabric was pulled taut over her abundant cleavage.
The way he was eying her made Valkyrie see him in a different way too. She had never looked at Airboy as a man, just a man, who could desire her just as any man would. Or at least, she had not let herself. It was a whole new feeling now, with the war on hold, left up in the sky while they crashed down to Earth. She felt a shocking, sexual warmth running through her body, confusing her as much as it aroused her.
Discouraging him, Valkyrie pulled the canopy of her parachute around herself, like a virginal maiden sleeping with her sheets pulled up to her chin. Davy broke out of his trance. He stiffened, looking around at the island instead of at her.
“We could try fishing. We might get lucky. Or there may be some animals living on this island. We could hunt them for game if you can bear shooting at something other than me.”
“You could keep an eye out for them if you can bear looking at something other than me.”
Valkyrie didn’t know why she said it—why she poked the bear when she’d just put a stop to that. Maybe because she didn’t like how it felt for him to stop looking at her.
Slowly, she dropped the canopy from her throat, watching his eyes take in her breasts all over again. She took a deep breath and they heaved. Davy’s eyes widened. He swallowed hard, breathed heavily. And he padded closer to her, stepping on the canopy that had cradled her so much like a bedsheet. Maybe he was dazed from the crash. She wondered how he saw this oasis—a bed in the middle of the beach, Valkyrie in the middle of it, and now him walking right onto it.
He knelt down across from her, put his hand on her knee, rubbing it through the canopy. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing, but Valkyrie felt a warm flow in her sex and knew it was because of his touch.
Feeling enthralled herself, Valkyrie put her hand on top of his. Davy looked down at it, his eyes open and unseeing. Did he take it as censure, that she was stopping him? Or did he just enjoy her touch the way she’d been enjoying his?
Valkyrie took his hand and brought it up to her breast. He grabbed hold of it as he had her knee, squeezing the firm round flesh through her jersey.
Davy suddenly realized what he was doing. He jerked his hand quickly away.
“Sorry about that,” he said in a hushed tone. “Oh God…”
But Valkyrie didn’t want him to apologize. She wanted him to keep going. Her eyes were aflame with desire; she stroked his hand with her soft fingers.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Davy seemed paralyzed. Slowly Valkyrie opened up her jersey, easily shrugging it off, wiggling her way through the vastly plunging neckline that had been hanging off her to begin with. She shook about her long sable hair, making it gleam even in its darkness. Davy couldn’t take his eyes off her firm breasts. Again Valkyrie brought his hand to them.
“Val…”
“Please!” she moaned.
She set his hand on her smooth young breast. Davy bit his lower lip. His other hand moved of its own accord, taking Valkyrie’s other tit into his grip. He cupped both of them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs into her tender nipples.
Valkyrie leaned in, her aching breasts flattening against his palms, filling his hands with her pliant flesh. Her plump lips brushed against his downy cheek with its five o’clock shadow. Her mouth made its way up to his ear, but she breathed into it instead of talking.
“God, Valkyrie…”
“Do you really have anything to say?” Valkyrie mewled. “Don’t you have something to do instead?”
Her lips slid along his unerring jawline to his lips, parted in a lost expression. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, prodding, teasing. Suddenly he was kissing her back with unrestrained heat.
He pressed her down into the folds of her parachute, his tongue searching deep into her mouth. Then his lips fell to her neck, sampling the fine sheen of sweat that covered the delicate flesh, and then to her breasts. He squeezed them with both hands as he guided one swollen nipple into his mouth.
Valkyrie felt faint as he sucked her. The thought that this was her enemy doing this to her made her hot blood race more than it had with any other man. Her pussy fumed with warm arousal. She took Davy’s face in both hands, arching her back to press her cleavage up to his mouth. Valkyrie moaned and panted while her body filled with fire.
“Ohhh, yes, suck me, Davy, yes!” she moaned. “And suck the other one too! YES! Gott im Himmel, yes, hard! Gghhh!”
His mouth wrenched the most passionate feelings from Valkyrie’s swollen nipples until they were practically aflame, all of her flesh heated and trembling in the hopes of being touched in the same way. But then, embarrassed with himself for losing control, Davy pulled away. So briskly that he spilled onto his ass, staring at Valkyrie, his expression rent with guilt.
“We can’t be doing this,” he gasped. “It’s wrong… as wrong for you as it is for me!”
“But if we’re both being just as bad,” Valkyrie mused, moving her hand to his groin, “then doesn’t it even out? Auf jeden fall?”
His prick wasn’t at all hard to find. It was huge, throbbing right through the cloth of Davy’s pants. Valkyrie swallowed repeatedly, imagining that weapon brought to bear on her luscious body. The notion was unspeakable—and completely arousing.
She smiled, and it was almost more enticing than how she rubbed at him. “I won’t tell how naughty you were if you won’t tell on me…”
She undid his fly and unfastened his belt buckle. Davy did nothing to stop her. Valkyrie bent down and pulled his trousers down to his knees. His huge erection sprang up in her face. Valkyrie immediately embraced it with her mouth, wrapping one hand around the root so that she wouldn’t be denied its taste now that she’d tried it.
“Unnnhh!” Davy groaned uncontrollably.
Valkyrie took all of his burgeoning cockhead into her mouth. She sucked him slow and skillfully, making love to his massive endowment, feeling every aroused twitch of his cock flutter into the bones of her face. His body was quivering with pleasure under her ministrations and Valkyrie loved it. She wondered if Davy was already at the point where he couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to, or if she’d need to work him a little more to completely destroy his resistance.
She knew she was hardly a model of self-restraint either, but Valkyrie shushed that pathetically small voice in the back of her head. She’d given the Reich every hour in the day, until her plane was shot out from under her. Now, unable to continue the fight, it was only reasonable that she be allowed to do as she liked. And she was liking what she was doing very much…
She grasped Davy’s balls in her other hand, squeezing both them and the thickly rigid shaft between her fingers. Her velveteen tongue curled around his knob, tingling its nerve endings before she sucked deeply on it. Then she slid her mouth down his length until she felt his tip pushing against the narrowness of her throat.
“Ohhhh, Val! VAL!” Davy grunted out.
“Still think we can’t be doing this?” Valkyrie asked, staring up at him, meeting his eyes as though posing for a portrait of how her sensual lips looked caressing the twitching tip of his manhood.
Davy shook his head vigorously.
“Don’t I look like I’m enjoying myself? Do you think I would be doing this if I didn’t delight in it as much as you do?” she mewled. “I want you to enjoy me too, Davy. I want you to do it to me too. Here… feel…”
She drew his hand down into her tight canvas pants, between her warm thighs, and let him feel the wet spread of her aroused pussy. He immediately entered her with two fingers. Valkyrie gasped sharply, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure.
“Ahhh! Oh YES! Unglaublich!”
She lay back, pulling Davy down beside her, where she kissed his ear and squeezed his massive endowment as they laid together.
“Oh yes, enjoy me, Davy, enjoy all of me! Verstanden?” she moaned, holding his stiff cock against her pussy with only her thin trousers in the way.
“You want to kill me…” Davy panted.
“Not right now,” Valkyrie cooed. “Please fuck me, liebchen, fuck me like it’s another one of our dogfights! We’re both bringing our guns to bear on each other—let’s see who ends up on top, Airboy!”
She opened her thighs and pulled Davy between them, quivering ecstatically at the feel of his enormous maleness laid against her aching cunt, throbbing right into it. She moaned blissfully as she felt it all but enter her.
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that,” Davy muttered.
He still thought he could pull back—if he really wanted to—but as he enjoyed feeling as much as Valkyrie’s luscious flesh as he could, she shimmied out of her pants at least enough to be entered. Then she grabbed onto his own taut ass and pulled him into her, deep inside of her tight sex. His huge cock fucked to the very depths of her pussy. A tight, pained gasp escaped Valkyrie’s lips—before she simpered in delicious sensation.
“Gghh… Mein Gott!”
“You’re hurt,” Davy murmured.
“It’s heaven to be hurt by you, mein Freund.” She bit her lip. “Just leave it in me. Go slow… savor every inch of me… and let me feel every inch of you… don’t make me do without, Davy… I know you’ve wanted this as much as I have… I can feel it inside me… throbbing… how much you need it…”
She pushed her naked breasts into his toned pectorals and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with all her desire. Her supple body undulated under his, impaling herself on his thick member again and again, until Davy couldn’t help himself. He began to thrust down into her. Valkyrie whined and wrapped her body around his, locking her legs around his waist as his hips battered her against the ground.
“Oh yes… yesss, yesssss, unhhh! Danke… danke…! God, fuck me, yes, Davy, it’s so good, Davy!”
“Val, Val!” Davy panted, fucking her now with all the speed he could muster.
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Shendude
This is incredible!
