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"Tommy"
By Gentile
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Louis Dega & Henri Charriere discuss what for them will be their final escape attempt:
Louie: "Will it work?"
Pappy: "Does it matter?"
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Papillion, Nebraska, Fall 1974. Nebraska Hwy 370.
"We'd just passed the water tower that had been painted with a Butterfly in honor of the motion picture "Papillon" and were headed back to Omaha.
We'd spent the afternoon at a carnival there in Papillion. It'd been a good Sunday. The sun had set, the moon was fixing to rise. A full moon, no less.
"It's a full moon tonight, Cully." She'd informed me as we'd headed out after church. Girl in the pew is an adorable sight. Praying like Billy-be-jiggered. Eyes closed, hands clasped in traditional prayer motif, her lips moving, but, no sound emitted.
Then, she'd lower the kneeler, wave me up and we'd kneel together.
"What do you pray about, well actually for, youngster?" I'd asked the question before.
"My parents and sister. You, Cully, I pray for you and I pray for us, that we will always be together, that our love and light will never weaken and die."
That answer was more or less what the answer always was. Always.
Afterward we'd stop and pay our respects to Father Bob. I think Girl had a thing for him. "Cully, don't be disrespectful. He's our Priest."
"He's still a man and you have an affect on men. Devout or not. I see, Girl." And the Father, bless his heart did act up a bit around her. I didn't grudge it. He wasn't getting any, so, big deal. I'd shake his hand, she'd hug him, tight, and we'd go on into the church hall and have donuts and coffee. Always fresh and always free.
"Cully, roll down the sun-roof, I'm hot."
I had the A/C blowing, but, didn't hesitate & cranked it open.
"I'm still hot."
Girl's dress had ridden up on her tanned legs & thighs. She'd been going to a tanning studio pretty regularly during her lunch times and it showed. Her tan lines accentuated her bottom and her front, but, especially her snow white bottom to a point that I was a bit crazed.
I was watching her thru my peripherals.
She purposely nudged the dress hem up on her thighs then turned to me. "I said I'm hot, boy."
Uh, oh, I thought to myself. She was in a mood. She could be moody, an Irish girl and all.
"Take a sip of your pop." We'd each got a fresh fountain drink before we left the carnival. Also some Carmel corn for later.
"Do you think it'd be alright if I masturbated, Cully-boy?" She'd purposely went hard on the (boy).
I did a quick calculation & calculated that Girl was in the midst of her premenstrual syndrome. Uh, oh.
"Are you okay, puddin-head?"
"Don't answer a question with a question, Dale." (Dale) too came out a tad harsh.
"I'm going to masturbate whether you let me, or, not. How do you like that answer?"
"Suit yourself." I checked the rear view. A steady stream behind me, the two lane keeping all in check.
"I say I'm hot Cully, and I'm sick of these panties!" They were off and thru the sun-roof before I could blink. I cringed, but, braved a look once again thru the rear view. Thankfully they'd blown on to the shoulder. I did not brave meeting the eyes of the driver behind me.
"That's better. Cully-boy, look." She'd brought her dress up past her waist. "Look, boy, my thighs are tan, but, my cunt, my pussy is white. Look, Cully, look." She rolled a bit to the door "My ass is pure white."
"Girl, take 'er easy."
"Which do you prefer, Culburn, (cunt) or (pussy), or, (snatch)?" I wasn't about to answer. "You guys are all alike."
I leapt at that remark.
"Girl, you just told me not 3 days ago that I wasn't like most guys, that I was different. Remember? That I was special and that you loved that about me."
"Oh, yeah. I do remember that." I saw her brow furrow.
"Now, pull your dress down."
"No! I'm going to do myself. And you can't stop me. And don't you even try, buster."
I lifted from the steering wheel and flattened both hands in retreat.
"I'm going to think about us fucking when we get back. I want to fuck, Cully. Fuck. Yes, fuck. I like that word." She put her hands in it. "Guys say it all the time. I'm saying it now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're gonna fuck me when we get home and not just once, but, at least twice and I fucking mean it, Cully. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Her hand was moving like a dynamo.
Her left hand moved and gripped my thigh, the nails digging into my skin thru my favorite corduroys, gray. I loved them so.
Girl ignited in orgasm. Her scream shrill and pained.
"Oh, my God, that felt wonderful. I needed it.. You were fucking me. I was on all fours with my white ass high in the air. You were long and hard, your little sack twirling about. I could feel it twirl." She giggled.
Never too distracted to bust a ball. She was adorable.
"I hope I didn't hurt your thigh, boy. Are you okay?"
"Sure, I'm fine."
"Are you hard?"
She reached over and in. "Yeah, you're hard. I should jerk it off it and throw that thru the roof.
"Cully, I need something to shove in my cunt, in my pussy, in my snatch. You got anything? I'm gonna go again. And you ain't stopping me, boy."
It was a rhetorical question. She'd already found something. "I'll use this hairbrush. I need something to fill my pussy with. I need something bigger, but, that's in your fucking pants, so, that's out. How bout a pop bottle, you're always drinking those glass Cokes. Where's an empty, big shot?"
"You are not shoving a glass bottle up in there and I mean it, GD it."
"Okay, okay, don't get over-heated, Cul, or, you'll be over here with your panties down, off and out and your feet up on the dashboard." She planted both feet low on the dash, slunk down in her bucket seat and inserted the round end of that brush into her vagina.
Her voice, then laughter came at once rich & then robust. "Sweet mystery of life at last I found you!"
(to be continued)
By Gentile
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Louis Dega & Henri Charriere discuss what for them will be their final escape attempt:
Louie: "Will it work?"
Pappy: "Does it matter?"
---------
Papillion, Nebraska, Fall 1974. Nebraska Hwy 370.
"We'd just passed the water tower that had been painted with a Butterfly in honor of the motion picture "Papillon" and were headed back to Omaha.
We'd spent the afternoon at a carnival there in Papillion. It'd been a good Sunday. The sun had set, the moon was fixing to rise. A full moon, no less.
"It's a full moon tonight, Cully." She'd informed me as we'd headed out after church. Girl in the pew is an adorable sight. Praying like Billy-be-jiggered. Eyes closed, hands clasped in traditional prayer motif, her lips moving, but, no sound emitted.
Then, she'd lower the kneeler, wave me up and we'd kneel together.
"What do you pray about, well actually for, youngster?" I'd asked the question before.
"My parents and sister. You, Cully, I pray for you and I pray for us, that we will always be together, that our love and light will never weaken and die."
That answer was more or less what the answer always was. Always.
Afterward we'd stop and pay our respects to Father Bob. I think Girl had a thing for him. "Cully, don't be disrespectful. He's our Priest."
"He's still a man and you have an affect on men. Devout or not. I see, Girl." And the Father, bless his heart did act up a bit around her. I didn't grudge it. He wasn't getting any, so, big deal. I'd shake his hand, she'd hug him, tight, and we'd go on into the church hall and have donuts and coffee. Always fresh and always free.
"Cully, roll down the sun-roof, I'm hot."
I had the A/C blowing, but, didn't hesitate & cranked it open.
"I'm still hot."
Girl's dress had ridden up on her tanned legs & thighs. She'd been going to a tanning studio pretty regularly during her lunch times and it showed. Her tan lines accentuated her bottom and her front, but, especially her snow white bottom to a point that I was a bit crazed.
I was watching her thru my peripherals.
She purposely nudged the dress hem up on her thighs then turned to me. "I said I'm hot, boy."
Uh, oh, I thought to myself. She was in a mood. She could be moody, an Irish girl and all.
"Take a sip of your pop." We'd each got a fresh fountain drink before we left the carnival. Also some Carmel corn for later.
"Do you think it'd be alright if I masturbated, Cully-boy?" She'd purposely went hard on the (boy).
I did a quick calculation & calculated that Girl was in the midst of her premenstrual syndrome. Uh, oh.
"Are you okay, puddin-head?"
"Don't answer a question with a question, Dale." (Dale) too came out a tad harsh.
"I'm going to masturbate whether you let me, or, not. How do you like that answer?"
"Suit yourself." I checked the rear view. A steady stream behind me, the two lane keeping all in check.
"I say I'm hot Cully, and I'm sick of these panties!" They were off and thru the sun-roof before I could blink. I cringed, but, braved a look once again thru the rear view. Thankfully they'd blown on to the shoulder. I did not brave meeting the eyes of the driver behind me.
"That's better. Cully-boy, look." She'd brought her dress up past her waist. "Look, boy, my thighs are tan, but, my cunt, my pussy is white. Look, Cully, look." She rolled a bit to the door "My ass is pure white."
"Girl, take 'er easy."
"Which do you prefer, Culburn, (cunt) or (pussy), or, (snatch)?" I wasn't about to answer. "You guys are all alike."
I leapt at that remark.
"Girl, you just told me not 3 days ago that I wasn't like most guys, that I was different. Remember? That I was special and that you loved that about me."
"Oh, yeah. I do remember that." I saw her brow furrow.
"Now, pull your dress down."
"No! I'm going to do myself. And you can't stop me. And don't you even try, buster."
I lifted from the steering wheel and flattened both hands in retreat.
"I'm going to think about us fucking when we get back. I want to fuck, Cully. Fuck. Yes, fuck. I like that word." She put her hands in it. "Guys say it all the time. I'm saying it now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're gonna fuck me when we get home and not just once, but, at least twice and I fucking mean it, Cully. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Her hand was moving like a dynamo.
Her left hand moved and gripped my thigh, the nails digging into my skin thru my favorite corduroys, gray. I loved them so.
Girl ignited in orgasm. Her scream shrill and pained.
"Oh, my God, that felt wonderful. I needed it.. You were fucking me. I was on all fours with my white ass high in the air. You were long and hard, your little sack twirling about. I could feel it twirl." She giggled.
Never too distracted to bust a ball. She was adorable.
"I hope I didn't hurt your thigh, boy. Are you okay?"
"Sure, I'm fine."
"Are you hard?"
She reached over and in. "Yeah, you're hard. I should jerk it off it and throw that thru the roof.
"Cully, I need something to shove in my cunt, in my pussy, in my snatch. You got anything? I'm gonna go again. And you ain't stopping me, boy."
It was a rhetorical question. She'd already found something. "I'll use this hairbrush. I need something to fill my pussy with. I need something bigger, but, that's in your fucking pants, so, that's out. How bout a pop bottle, you're always drinking those glass Cokes. Where's an empty, big shot?"
"You are not shoving a glass bottle up in there and I mean it, GD it."
"Okay, okay, don't get over-heated, Cul, or, you'll be over here with your panties down, off and out and your feet up on the dashboard." She planted both feet low on the dash, slunk down in her bucket seat and inserted the round end of that brush into her vagina.
Her voice, then laughter came at once rich & then robust. "Sweet mystery of life at last I found you!"
(to be continued)
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