Taxi by JJ Lacey (find a book to read txt) 📕

"See I told you, you could do it, Janet, I'll be fucking your throat soon, now I'll eat your pussy seeing you've eaten my cock."

She was smiling as he helped her off with the rest of her clothing and opened her legs when he pushed her onto her back on the bed, with her bum on the edge of it.  I'm sure he made her climaxed twice, as he chewed on her clitoris. She squirmed and made enough gasping noises, each time she vibrated and jerked her fanny onto his mouth. She had her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him onto her.  Then she squealed as he flipped her over, leaving her legs dangling off the bed, and parting her buttocks very wide, he kissed her arse.

"Oh now that is a pretty sight, that really should be fuck Janet," he said kissing there again. Holding her buttocks wider, he rubbed his big cock between them. As he pushed her down onto the bed, she turned her head saying.

"Oh no Alex you promised not to do it again, you’re far too big and it hurts," she said looking over her shoulder at him, then again said.

"Oh no, please don't," as he again rubbed his cock between her buttocks, while smiling at her, as she was begging him not to use her arsehole.

"Just teasing Janet, just teasing," he said and she gave a long gasp, as he pressed his cock deep into her virginal passage.  She gave rhythmic grunts and groans, as he humped her with long hard strokes.  Then he flipped her again and mounted her missionary style, making her moan and cum again, as he shagged her hard and fast.  I went cold when he moved up her body, so she could finish him off.  Then like in the first tape, they lay fondling each other, with his hand between her legs fingering her to keep her hot, as she played with his soft cock.

"I've got to go over to London again in two months time, we're opening up some new well in the great sandy. I've got to get recruitment going to staff the new wells, and there are logistics to sort out.  Can you get away again Janet; we could spend another week in that hotel in Piccadilly."

What the fucking hell, did I hear that right, he wants to spend another week in London with her. She went to see her mum didn't she, her mum was ill wasn't she, I never thought of ringing them to find out.  Janet had had letters I never did read, saying her mum was ill I just believed her. Fuck I paid for her flight, so he could fuck her silly for a week.

"Love to but I can't Alex it's too soon, he thinks mum made a full recovery. I can't say she's had a relapse, not when I told him the doctors gave her a clean bill of health.  It's only for a week isn't it, you will be able to see me before you go and after you come back. I haven't had a night out with the girls, not since that last night we had at the Holiday Inn.  I'm sure someone will be having a birthday, about the time you come back,"

Janet said, gasping and a little breathless as he working her up to another climax. He was moving his fingers faster in her fanny, which I could see by looking at her cunt between her spread legs. Then he stopped as she was on the edge of coming, and just keep her gasping and desperately wanting release, from the orgasm building inside her.  He gently stroked her inflamed clit and fanny lips, until the orgasm had subsided.  Then he fingered her back to that very point again, only to leave her teetering on the edge once more.

"Oh please make me come!" she begged her eyes glazing over, and her face going a deep red.  She was gasping for air, and I thought she was going to pass out as her head rolled about, as she again begged him to make her ejaculate.  He ignored her and slowly moved his fingers in her soaking wet fanny until she slowly calmed down a bit before he said.

"Have you got a banana Janet, I really do fancy one right now?" he said removing his fingers and sucking them with a slurping sound.  She smiled happily and nodded, quickly slipping off the bed, to run from the bedroom, In less than a minute she was back climbing onto the bed, handing him the yellow fruit. Then she watched him peel it slowly, as she lay back on the bed with her head on the pillows, her knees bent up and legs wide open.

She didn't bite down on it when he offered her the peeled fruit. She only put her lips around it, and he moved it in and out of her mouth. Then she shied as he put it between her legs, and pushed it into her virginal passage. She lay panting as his fingers rubbed her very sensitive clitoris, then gasped as he started fucking her with the soggy banana.

He was bringing her back to the edge of ecstasy again, from the look on her face, and the sounds she was making, this was going to be a massive orgasm. I could see straight between her legs, and saw her fanny flood when her juices overflowed.  Her face reddened and contorted, as she cried out in anguish many times, as her hips jerked. While he moved the fruit repeatedly in and out, she said words she had never said to me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck-fuck-fuck yes, oh fucking god yes Ohh-Arrrr! Oooh-myyy, O fucking Jesus," he pulled the dripping sodden banana from her and offering it again to her.  This time still gasping she bit an inch or so from it, and nosily eat it down as her hips still jerked. Then she gave a gasping cry, as he slipped the banana back into her cunt.  Only to gasp growl and heavily pant, as he put his head between her legs, to noisily eat, the rest of the sodden banana out of her ripe pussy.

"Oh god o fuck yes o my fucking god, o fucking yes o ARRR!" she schemed again and jerking violently, her fingers tangled in his hair to pull his head onto her.  When he lifted his head and moved up her body. He made her whimper and moan contently, as he fucked her now with his big rigid cock.  She was still being shagged nosily when the tape ended. For the last hour of it, he had never left her cunt alone. He had her purring like a contented kitten continually, for the whole time I had watched, and she had loved everything he had done to her.  I couldn't believe it, was this my sweet sex shy, Janet. How had he turned her, into the wonton sex-hungry harlot? she now seemed to be, and how she had enjoyed him using her.

Even when he had threatened to invade her arse, she had only begged him not to. She hadn't physically tried to stop him or move out of his grasp. From the way she had looked at him, she was expecting him to enter her there. Her saying it's too big and it hurts, meaning he must have fucked her arse before. Where had she met this bastard, and how long has this bastard been fucking her. Janet had been back, from England for six months, he must have been shagging her long before she went.  Did Annette know about them, she was always home, she might have seen him there. She had no guilt about letting me fuck her, could Janet have known and allowed it, so Annette would keep Janet's secret from me. Annette had kept the secret of Robert fucking Janet from me, until a few months before she left. All I could think was Janet and donkey dick was shagging for at least seven months.

How was I going to put a stop to this affair, I had to find a way to ending it, and keep her for myself, if I did it wrong she could still go off with him. I had to find a way of crippling him in a way that left him unable to perform sexually and therefore less attractive to Janet.  If sex was all there was between them, the loss of his balls might just be the thing to achieve that.

I think I might just have the right tools to achieve that, before I bought the taxi, I worked at an engineering firm. Andy one of my workmates there had an unusual hobby, on some weekends he would go bush with his wife. He pulled a caravan hundreds of miles into the outback and spending the weekend shooting dingoes. The bounty on their face pelts, that was from their nose up to and including the two ears and eye sockets, was worth money.

He had two good telescopic-sighted rifles, which were two-point two calibre. One of which he loaned to me when we went with them, and it was a fine experience for my whole family.  He also had an old high-powered air rifle, which was also telescopic-sighted. Only the barrel of it was damaged, when he had tripped and fallen over.  He offered it to me, to see if I wanted to get it repaired. It would be tricky to straighten the barrel, but I remembered my old toolbox, so I accepted it and took it home.

My old Navy toolbox had been an old world war two ammunition box, it held many tools, for working on all sizes of navy guns. I had kept it as mementoes of my Navy days and I remembered that I had two rifles barrels in the bottom of it.  They were old three-o-three calibre barrels, but with a little engineering did replace the bent two-o-two one.

The bore was bigger than the point two-barrel, so the normal lead slugs were of no use. I had found that the solid plastic beads, used on fishing lines were the ideal size. With the new heaver gage spring, I had installed, it made the weapon much more powerful.  I could smash a beer bottle, at two hundred and fifty paces. A headshot on a dingo would kill it outright, and because it was an air rifle, it wasn't registered as a firearm. There was no record of who owned it, one good shot on the right target should see his shagging days over.

All I had to do now, was find the bustard and blow his fucking balls off him. I hadn't the foggiest idea, how I was going to do that.  It had been four weeks of taping every day before I got him on tape. Was I going to have to keep taping them, and let him shag