Plunderbirds are Go!

Jess Tracy sat at her desk, her face a mask of gritty concern. Around her were four of her five daughters. Harriet sat on the rectangular bench seat in the middle of the room. Next to her sat Joanne. Joanne's twin sister, Virginia had just entered the room and sat to one side in a large leather armchair, while Glenda stood imposingly next to Virginia with her arms crossed and legs stridently set apart emphasising her athletic build. It was the absence of one daughter that was causing Jess Tracy and her daughter's their immediate concern.

How could there be this problem on their first training mission? Was it just an equipment failure or was it sabotage by the Hood, that evil man who they had now learnt was desperate to access their secret Plunderbird technology?

There was only one way to find out and it had to start immediately. Mrs Tracy looked at the twins and stated the order that they all knew was their impending mission.

"Joanne and Virginia; I want you to take Plunderbird 2 immediately to the Danger Zone and find out what has happened with PLB1. Report on your observations before you touch down. Take Optional Vehicles & Accessories number 2 with the rescue kit. Plunderbirds are GO!"

Even before she had uttered the last command, Harriet had risen from the bench seat to let Virginia seat down next to Joanne. Joanne lifted a cover under the seat and pressed a concealed switch. The hum of distant motors preceded the separation of the floor under the bench seat and two sets of lap restraints emerged from the sides of the seat to secure Joanne and Virginia as the couch lowered into the concealed depths of the Plunderbird hanger.

Barely two minutes later, the massive PLB2 carrying OVA2 slipped quietly out of the hanger then powerfully rose airborne in a low forward trajectory across the open sea that surrounded the tropical recluse of Tracy Island and raced to the desert danger zone where they would search for Sharon and Sinsin.

Joanne and Virginia

As soon as their flight plan was logged into the sophisticated computer navigation program, the girls changed into their Plunderbird uniforms. Joanne noticed that Virginia was wearing a G string and that no bushy pubes were visible around the thin strip of underwear.

"Hey Virginia, what have you been up to? When did you get the Brazillian?"

"Sinsin told me about it and so I let her do a full wax. It really hurt when she did it, but now it feels great!"

Joanne immediately decided that she too would get tidied up when they returned to base.

As they approached the danger zone the sun was moving low on the horizon towards dusk. They reduced altitude to escape the radio gaze of the regional armed forces but a dune that was higher than the others suddenly appeared in front of the speeding craft. Joanne quickly applied the air brakes and took evasive action but the speed of their travel caused them to clip the top of the dune, spreading a large plume of sand across their bow. Her vision was immediately obscured and she knew that she had to quickly land the craft. Another dune blocked their trajectory and the large machine hit it heavily, the sound of crunching metal crushing the OVA within the frame of the transport craft.

The fall had structurally damaged the access door to the OVA into a twisted mass of metal and equipment. Immediately Joanne and Virginia checked that an evacuation was not demanded then peered through the doorway at the precious cargo of rescue equipment and wondered how long it would take for them to physically open the protective cage door as all their high tech metal cutting equipment was out of reach inside the damaged OVA. Their situation was worsened by the odour of spilt fuel emanating from a jerry can that had been ruptured by the impact.

The desert sun beat down on the hull of the stricken Plunderbird. A shaft of direct sun reflected through a fallen glass bulb and was concentrated into an angry beam of heated light visible to the eye as it picked up fragments of dust shaken free during the crash to ground. As the dust inside the OVA settled, the beam of intense light penetrated onto a pile of papers that had fallen to the floor in a dishevelled heap.

Under the intense desert afternoon heat the stack of paper blackened, smoked and now was only moments away from igniting into an angry lick of flame that would quickly consume the dried paper sheets and likely trigger an explosion of spilt fuel from the ruptured jerry can.

They both knew that they had to extinguish the fire quickly before it ignited the fuel, but the bent and tangled bars of the OVA kept them tantalisingly out of reach of the smoking paper fuel. They tried a CO2 fire extinguisher but it did not have the range to reach the target, the gas only briefly delaying the ignition as the cloud of gas interrupted the stream of harsh sunlight. They quickly assessed all their possible options but came up empty and felt a sense of impending disaster.

Reluctantly Virginia knew how only she could put saturate the paper stack from 3 metres away. She knew that only she was able to shoot a stream of liquid over 3 metres, enough to saturate the pile of paper. She knew that the way to do this was to masturbate to orgasm. She knew that when she masturbated herself to orgasm her body's reaction to the passion that gripped her was more powerful than she could control. In the throes of orgasm her body convulsed and in orgasm she would squirt a stream of what she called her "love juice" powerful enough to hit the ceiling of her room. If she could orgasm right here and now she could save them from this disaster.

She looked at her beautiful sibling and decided that she must act now.

"Don't judge me sister but just help me here." she said as she started to disrobe.

"What are you going to do? Piss on it? You'll never make the distance!"

"This isn't going to be piss and it will make the distance."

She quickly stripped off her uniform and underclothes then sat naked against the jammed door. She wriggled her two ankles through the bars so that her vagina was splayed open towards the target, then she started rubbing her pussy. Joanne couldn't believe that Virginia was on the same mental planet, but she watched mesmerised as Virginia went to work on her love hole, probing deeply into her slot then pulling out and rubbing her lips with glistening juice. Virginia knew that to get herself quickly to orgasm she needed to use her most powerful fantasy and the knowledge that her sister was watching her lewd display added deliciously to the fantasy as did the feeling of the cold metal bars against her splayed thighs. Her mind raced through her fantasy and her consciousness dissolved away from reality and into her own slippery succulent imaginary world.

Her pace increased as she slipped her middle finger deep into her hole and rubbed along the top of her pubic bone where she felt a rich throbbing sensation.

She arched her back and screamed a deep and throaty yell. Her vagina pulsed, open and closed like a fish out of water and then a stream of clear orgasmic come shot out and upwards in a arch across the room to land smack bang on the paper fuse. Virginia grunted, her legs splayed widely, her pussy gushing like a hose, a strong unbroken pulse of liquid love. Sweat burst from her every pore. Her face was a mask of orgasmic oblivion. Her breath came in short, deep gasps.

"Jesus Christ!" Joanne exclaimed astounded at both the spectacular sight of a fountain of come shooting out of her sisters gaping pussy and the accuracy of her shot to hit and extinguish the paper fire. In her own mind she felt a curious desire to experience the same paroxysm of lust and wondered if she too could bring herself to such an explosive orgasmic peak and her pussy tingled in anticipation.

Virginia lay back shuddering as the orgasms blew her mind into a state of euphoria. Her body lay spreadeagled in total orgasmic exhaustion. She rested against the metal bars spent with sweat glistening across her rosy flushed skin. Joanne picked up Virginias t-shirt that had been quickly thrown across the cockpit with her uniform and wiped the sweat from her sisters face.

"That was amazing babe! You really know how to get yourself off in a hurry!"

"Yeah, thanks." was all Virginia could muster.

"I think I need to rest here for a minute." she gasped and closed her eyes. Joanne took out a light blanket from the cockpit first aid kit and offered it to Virginia, but she shook her head.

"If you don't mind I'll just stay like this for the moment -- it's too hot." So Joanne folded it into a square pillow and placed it under Virginia's head and left her naked on the floor of the cockpit while she started the process of contacting Plunderbird base, assessing and reporting on the damage to the craft and the OVA. Joanne made sure to keep one eye on Virginia to see how she was recovering. Joanne couldn't help but marvel at how sexy Virginia looked. Unselfconsciously Virginia was stroking her pussy as she came down from her massive orgasm and Joanne could not help but ogle her beautiful sisters erotic display.

After Joanne had stabilised the situation she sat with Virginia and explained the rescue actions that were now underway. In the quiet that followed their tense experience Joanne coaxed Virginia to explain how she was able to make herself squirt such a powerful stream of love juice.

Virginia remembered how one summer, as a young 18 year old girl at the family farm she had been obsessed with the gardener, Jim. It was during a holiday when she was separated from her twin, who had travelled to Spain with her Mother and youngest sister Glenda, to visit her sick Grandfather. Virginia had been left in the care of her two elder sisters, Harriet and Sharon.

Every week the gardener would arrive to mow the extensive lawns around their bungalow and tend the sub tropical garden and pool. Every opportunity she had she would watch him from her bedroom window as he worked hard to keep their garden in good order. In the hot summer months the sweat would saturate his khaki shirt and he would have several buttons undone to help keep cool in the heat of the task. She loved watching his muscular body stride back and forth across the lawn a picture of physical perfection. Each time she felt herself swooning with delight as he leaned over to empty the grass catcher and his trousers stretched tight across his muscular arse.

She noticed how he would watch out of the corner of his eye when her then 21 year old elder sister Harriet, swam in the pool and how he would retreat into the garden shed immediately after she had dived into the pool. One week she decided to hide in the shed and see what he did. Inside the shed she concealed herself behind two bales of hay and was rewarded when he came in, pulled out his fat dick and masturbated himself while perving on her sister swimming in the pool. She had to bite her lip as he grunted and ejaculated a thick creamy wad of sperm, his muscles tensing and glistening with sweat as his orgasm sent his sun tanned body into paroxysmic shudders. He quickly cleaned himself and left in his van. She stayed and rubbed herself to an intense orgasm.

Next week the lewd act was repeated and she subtly joined in by rubbing her pussy through her panties until she too gushed a wet orgasm. The following week she was emboldened enough to sneak into the shed without panties so that she could relieve herself without impediment and the problem of wet panties to secretly wash. The next week she found that a tomahawk laying nearby was an excellent makeshift dildo, its curved handle reaching parts of her vagina that her shampoo bottle dildo did not touch. But the next week as she settled into her cosy concealed corner an accident struck and changed her life.

She was engrossed in watching Jim as he wanked his meat at the window. The tomahawk handle was pleasantly sipping in and out of her tight pussy but seemed to be hitting a particularly delightful spot deep in her slippery slot. Her mind drifted into a lustful dream that he was jerking his cock into her face, when she was overwhelmed by a lustful thrill that started as a tingle in her toes and quickly paralysed her legs and thighs and torso causing her to move from her squashed sitting position onto her toes with her back arched and pussy gaping wide. She couldn't control her body as her hands pushed the axe handle against that sensitive spot and an orgasm more powerful than she had ever experienced wracked her body and paralysed her mind. At its climax her groin twitched and throbbed and she felt like she was launching a powerful missile out of her vagina, yet she plunged the handle in again and again. In fact she was ejaculating a stream of girl come across the small room and splashing into the window in front of the masturbating gardener. Jim was lost in blissful fantasy about the bathing Harriet when he was interrupted and stopped mid stroke as the window in front of him splashed with liquid and he turned with guilt to see who had busted him in his perverts hideaway.

He saw two legs showing out from behind the hay and heard a breathy grunting noise. He half pulled up his pants and took three quick steps to the back of the shed where he saw Virginia completely naked, legs spread, back arched and furiously thrusting the wooden tomahawk handle into her gaping pussy. As he stood transfixed by the deranged vision she gasped and a stream of clear liquid ejaculated upwards in a pressurised pulse from her sloppy cunt and splashed across his face and into his open mouth. Her face was a mask of passion and her eyes were looking directly upwards at the ceiling -- he realised that she was out of control and had no idea that he was standing there, saturated by her pussy fluid.

Jim gasped and tasted the syrupy fluid on his tongue and wiped if from his face. He used his wet hand to add lubrication to the turgid pole that had sprung back to erection at the lurid vision of youthful sexual dementia. He quickly wanked his dick and his orgasm peaked just as Virginia was coming down off her orgasmic high. Her eyes registered with horror that she had been busted as she saw Jims cock spurting creamy white juice out of its immense knob and arcing through space to land splat on her stomach and chest. The contrast in colour between her pink flushed skin and his white creamy jism made her think of peaches and cream and she had a desire to taste the spunky fluid to see if its image matched her fantasy, but then her naked prostrate and exposed immediate situation returned to her mind. She gasped just as Jim's last pulsation ejected a glob of come goo directly into her open mouth and the stream of creamy delight landed across her tongue, teeth and lips. She tasted her first experience of man come, the slippery musky fluid a new sensation to her young taste buds.

Virginia was not sure what was about to occur but the moment was lost when Harriet's voice called out for Jim and he quickly packed away his sticky meaty slab, pulled up his pants and darted out of the shed towards his van. Sadly Jim did not return to work at the family farm and was replaced by an older and more dutiful gardener. Virginia had however, secretly developed her masturbation technique and knew how to bring herself to orgasm by using a curved dildo, or any other makeshift tool.

Joanne remembered Jim the gardener and she realised how the story of her twin sisters' experience had thrilled her own loins. She was definitely going to explore her own potential to squirt a massive orgasm at her earliest opportunity. But now the throbbing sound of a powerful engine approaching signalled that a rescue craft had arrived.