Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 12:42:20 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Mr Bridger

				Mr. Bridger

This story is loosely based around the characters of the 1969 movie 'The
Italian Job,' Mr. Bridger is a multi millionaire crime lord who runs his
criminal empire from the cell of a British Prison, yet he's allowed out to
conduct his business affairs which net the exchequer millions in the taxes
which he pays, I have changed some of the characters for this story which
is entirely a work of fiction, as are the characters in the movie, please
note that Nifty relies on our donations to keep this site running & please
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			 Signed. Vintagespeedoboy

This story starts in the Sydney suburb of Engadine at the catholic Boys'
town School in 1968, the school is a day & boarding facility for troubled
boys which is run by catholic priests, 14 year old Charlie Croker was sent
here after a spell lasting two years of stealing & joyriding cars, already
an accomplished driver since the age of 12, his defending counsel, a former
boy at this school managed to deliver a speech recommending the benefits of
young Charlie attending this institution as opposed to being sent to a
youth prison, after settling in he found the school to his liking.

Charlie was indeed a clever boy who made book on anything that moved which
netted him a small fortune, his good looks favoured him for sex with the
priests with his boy pussy hole becoming their cum bucket, Father Brendan
Mc'Illmurray, a 35 year old priest from County Kilkenny in Ireland is his
math's teacher who found Charlie's command of the subject astonishing often
describing the boy with a computer like mind, it was a comment which
Charlie overheard one day when he heard one of the priests saying. "I wish
there was a system to win Tattslotto."

Charlie quietly took up the cudgel on this challenge and wrote a letter to
'The Age' in Melbourne requesting a record of the Tattslotto draws for the
previous five years, the returning letter directed him to Sydney's main
library at the old concert hall where he spent his Saturday mornings
collating all the numbers from the newspapers, after a month the graph he
produced on his square ruled Maths exercise books was ready, he had indeed
crunched the numbers to crack the lotto simply by analyzing the most
frequent winning numbers and trends which he did by pure hard graft without
the aid of a computer, an achievement only capable by a top swot with a
brain good enough for MENSA, everything was wrote down in his exercise
books which he kept securely hidden in a secret cubby hole, he felt
confident in betting Father Duggan, the science teacher five dollars that
he would win the lotto with the numbers he gave to him on a piece of paper.

London's Piccadilly has an amusement arcade aptly named 'Playland,' near
Piccadilly Circus; this establishment has been frequented by boys looking
for sex with smartly dressed men wearing suits as well as rent boys, the
usual question which is asked to a boy who's on his own is quite
simply. "Where's your boss?"

Playland had indeed become London's mecca for sex with rent boys and with
the amusement arcade owned by Mr. Bridger, although the legal documents
state it's owned by a Swiss bank, Mr. Bridger also owns a private jet in
the form of an ex BOAC DeHavilland Comet 4, it is this aircraft which is
used for his overseas business dealings which is piloted by ex WW2 RAF
bomber pilots & is now parked at Sydney's Kingsford Smith airport.

Charlie befriended another boy called Keith of the same age who was sent to
this school owing to his incurable wanderlust having sneaked on board &
stowed away on a number of aircraft using either the busting for a shit or
the bag of sweets gag claiming his parents were already on board, he was
also a satyr maniac with a voracious sexual appetite for cock which kept
him plied with beer, smokes, sweets & days out at Bondi beach where some of
those hunky beach lifeguards would be pounding their cocks inside his pussy
hole. With all the sexual favours he performed on the priests, one of them
actually bought him an old 125cc BSA Bantam motorcycle which he rode around
the city with a forged New South Wales learner's permit, the registration,
roadworthy certificate and third party was taken care of by Father Sweeney,
the metalwork teacher who had both the machine & Keith's forged motorcycle
learner's permit registered to a trailer park address at Summer Bay, a
holiday & retirement resort 150 miles to the north of Sydney.

Keith pulled up outside a milk bar at nearby Randwick on the motorcycle,
bought a chocolate bar and a Tattslotto ticket after filling in the same
numbers from Father Duggan's piece of paper onto one of the squares, he
filled out all eight squares of the 6 out of 40 yellow ticket when
something about those numbers prodded his thoughts, he knew enough about
Father Duggan to know that he had never even bought a lottery ticket, so
why was he buying one now? His intuition prompted him to fill out four
squares of his own lottery ticket using those same numbers on one square,
he pocketed the ticket, rode the motorcycle to Bondi & bought his ticket
there, legally Keith was too young to be buying a lottery ticket although
he knew that in the event of a large prize being awarded, he had sufficient
forged documentation to claim the prize.

Most of the priests sat in the TV room being serviced by a few favoured
boys, Father Sweeney changed the TV channel to see the last of the trots at
the Melbourne Showground's, it was now the Tattslotto draw which was
televised live from Melbourne, the balls dropped into the transparent
lottery ball machine which is totally guaranteed to perform a totally
random selection of the first six balls and the seventh which is the
supplementary or bonus number. Father Duggan sat there with baited breath
as the numbers were drawn, the whole room went wild with excitement as
Father Duggan screamed with delight, "Jesus bloody wept, I've won
Tattslotto!"

Keith too was lying on his bed listening to his pocket transistor radio
through an earpiece as he checked the winning numbers on the piece of paper
when suddenly he had the devil's own job of stifling his screams of delight
as, like Father Duggan, he too had won Tattslotto with all six numbers,
Father Duggan may have lost a five dollar bet to one of his boys which was
a drop in the ocean compared to a possible 100,000 dollar top prize, he
would quite happily pay him his five dollars, he was more interested in how
those winning numbers were picked in the first place.

Of all the boys in my dormitory, Keith truly was my fuck buddy, we were the
same height with the same coloured hair & build as each other although
Keith was stronger than me & his cock really was huge, he reckoned it was 8
inches long whereas mine was a tad shorter & slimmer & by Christ, he really
knew what to do with it & he always shot off a huge load of spunk which
quite easily flew about 2 yards if he was stood up, his spunk just shot out
like a water pistol & I must have counted at least 10 squirts every time,
he quietly motioned me over & said.

"Here Charlie, you know those numbers you gave to Father Duggan a while
back," I answered. "Ah yeah; what about them?

"He sent me to the milk bar to buy him a Tattslotto ticket with some extra
for my smokes & chocolate, guess what, the old bludger's only gone & won
the big one."

"Jesus bloody wept, how the hell do you know? He fished out the piece of
paper I handed to Father Duggan saying. "I just heard it announced on the
radio, Jesus bloody wept mate, all six of your numbers came up, I'm telling
you, he's won the big one,"

"Listen mate, who else knows about this? Keith thought for a moment &
replied. "No one, it's only between us but I must ask you something, how
the hell did you get those numbers? If you've got a system going, we could
be bloody rich."

"Or dead, trust me, if this cat ever gets out of the bag, they'll hunt us
down like rats & beat the secret out of us,"

"That's what I have to tell you, I too bought another ticket with the same
numbers on one square, Mate, I too have won the big one,"

"So what are you going to do?  "Cash the ticket in & get on a plane out of
here, you coming?

"Listen, they've busted your arse for being a stowaway more times than
we've had hot dinners, if they catch you again, it won't be this place
you'll be coming back to, you'll either end up in Long Bay jail or a loony
bin."

"That's why I have a plan which is foolproof, there's a Comet parked at the
airport right now, she's leaving in 3 days to go all the way to England,
it's some rich bludger's private jet, all we've got to do is sneak on board
& hide inside the plane."

"I'm not so sure, there's too much at stake if it goes wrong," suddenly the
priests entered the room & began thoroughly searching through everyone's
belongings, Father Duggan quietly re-claimed his piece of paper & pocketed
it without the others seeing him. Having found nothing, the search
escalated to unmaking everyone's beds, emptying out all the lockers, moving
them to check underneath & after a thorough search of the dormitory with
nothing being found leaving the entire dormitory looking like a bomb's gone
off, boys having to remake their beds & pack away all their belongings,
with that done they started diligently looking through each boy's exercise
books, the search took over 2 hours yet the priests refused to say what
they were looking for.

I quietly said to Keith. "That was a bloody serious search, too bloody
thorough for my liking; I'm bloody coming with you."

"It'll get a lot harder than this, I'm telling you, they'll tear this place
apart piece by piece until they find it, if they don't, they'll beat it out
of you, look mate, you're going to have to take off & shoot through like a
Bondi tram."

The following morning after mass & breakfast, I was called to the
principal's study and interrogated about the lottery, OMG, priests are
supposed to preach good honest values & clean living, I was heavily
lectured about the evils of money for ages & tried to answer his questions
until his tactics changed, I received an interrogation like the Gestapo &
still managed to hold out under the constant threat of a severe caning when
he finally blew his stack, you're only ever supposed to get six of the
best, I was forced to strip naked, bent across the desk and given eight
strokes with the full force of his strength, the pain was so excruciating I
was screaming my head off which was so loud, everyone in the school heard
those screams & I couldn't stop crying until I passed out, the last thing I
remember was him telling me that I'll get the same again unless I hand over
the exercise books.

I woke up in the nurse's surgery in the one bed which the room had, my
bottom felt like it was on fire, I didn't feel like eating my dinner & the
nurse was so horrified at what I had just gone through, she just couldn't
stand by & watch me suffering & gave me a shot of morphine, when the drug
kicked in, the relief was enormous, she started by cleaning my bottom with
iodine, patched me up with plasters & tucked me back into bed.

I slept right through the afternoon & was woke by the duty nurse the
following morning, she fiercely demanded that I be excused classes until
further notice much to the protestations of the principal & ordered my
meals to be brought to the surgery on a tray, I was given a further shot of
morphine & she really hoped it was the last one otherwise the risks of
becoming a junkie were very real, after that, I was given ordinary
painkillers & come Monday evening, Keith managed to sneak in to see me, he
also said.

"I've managed to cash in the ticket, got some of your clothes ready, moved
your exercise books to a safer place and we're going tomorrow night,
meanwhile try and save some of your food because you're going to need it."

Keith has been by best mate at this school & now we were forming a bond
which no one would ever part us from, every minute seemed interminably
slow, it felt as though time had stood still, some intuition told me that
we were going to make it, somehow some entity came to me in a dream & told
me that everything would work out, I felt so relaxed & confident knowing
that Keith & I were going to sneak onto an aeroplane which would take us to
the other side of the world, what surprised me is that he actually knew all
about these things & if there's anyone who could get onto an aircraft, it
was definitely him.

Although still dressed in my pyjamas, I insisted on taking my lunch &
supper in the dining hall which allowed more chances to sneak some food
into foil wrappers plus it showed the priests that I wasn't going to let
that caning get me down & somehow I had to be seen to be standing up to
them, what were once men who showered me with gifts, sweets, smokes, beer &
plenty of sex &c were now my worst enemy & they were determined to break
me, after supper I went back to my dormitory to take a few things from my
locker & I immediately saw that it had been searched yet again as some
things weren't in their rightful place, as I shut the locker door, Barry,
the room's senior boy stopped me, he gazed tearfully into my eyes, shook my
hand, passed me a stout envelope which contained money, Barry said

"All the boys want you to have this, every boy in the school has dug into
his pockets for you," Barry was as hard as nails, a boy who could look
after himself on the most dangerous of Sydney's streets at night, everyone
respected him, now a huge lump came to his throat as this tough street kid
started crying, yet he managed to compose himself & said through his tears
with a huge lump in his throat.

"This time, have a good flight & all the boys want you to send us a
postcard, promise them, won't you."

This was now a time of shaking hands & saying goodbyes, Ben, who's a boy
scout in the school's troop, gave me his rucksack, US military water bottle
& mug, a packet of soup, a hexamine fuel tablet, a striker of lifeboat
matches, his torch & his ex military poncho groundsheet & hoochie/basha kit
whilst another boy gave me 2 bottles of coke and another one gave me his
chocolate bar, I left the room & went to the safe hiding spot to retrieve
the exercise books, I had resolved to crunch another set of numbers for
this Saturday's Tattslotto draw, I double checked them & triple checked
them, they had to be right as this was truly the last time my number
crunching would be used in this school, having done that, I returned to the
dormitory & gave Barry the numbers with the instructions to buy a ticket in
the Saturday draw.

Keith & I packed the rucksack with our spare clothes, the food & I placed
the exercise books into the top pocket of the rucksack, we put on our track
suits, Keith lit a match & burned a cork to blacken our faces & the backs
of our hands, we had to get out of the building by lights out otherwise we
would be locked in for the night, I donned the rucksack & we both crept
silently within the shadows of the building, every breath, every heartbeat,
every footfall sounded like the heavens have opened up even though we wore
our plimsolls for silence, we crept to the tree line, went in a bit further
& just lay there with the poncho draped over us, it was now 10.30pm.

Luckily, Keith wore a damn good watch; it was a Waltham A11 navigator hack
watch which he bought from a disposals shop, made during WW2 & used by the
US Army air force, it kept very good time even after a quarter of a century
& the luminous parts shone well, we were dependant on his watch as our next
moves could well depend on split second timing.

Around midnight, the temperature became cold & we were almost on the point
of shivering, we had one hexamine tablet to heat up a mug of water for some
hot soup, we were about to break a cardinal rule in lighting that fuel
tablet at night, especially as the flame could be seen by unwanted eyes,
there was nothing for it, Keith put 3 wire meat skewer pegs from the
hoochie kit into the ground, lit the tablet & put his US army aluminium
canteen mug onto the pegs, the flames were like a homely fire & the area
reeked of burnt hexamine which wafted everywhere, I really thought this was
a stupid idea, but the overriding issue was we needed hot soup in our
bellies.

We were euphoric when the water boiled & Keith emptied the sachet of
chicken soup into the brew, he diligently stirred it up, stamped out the
remainder of the burning tablet, retrieved the pegs & we shared the soup in
his mug, OMG, it felt lovely to feel that hot thick liquid coursing into
our bellies & warming us up, we totally covered ourselves with the poncho
until 3.00am although Keith could have easily erected it as a flat low
profile hoochie/basha, we struck our temporary camp & moved out to the next
phase which was to silently take Keith's motorcycle.

Once again we crept through the shadows until we came to the bike shed, he
unlocked his padlock with his key, placed the padlock & chain into the
rucksack & we silently wheeled the motorcycle out of the school, after a
few yards, he turned on the fuel, primed the carburettur, kick started the
machine & switched the lights on, already an old machine, the 18 year old
123cc BSA's two stroke engine fired up on the second kick belching out a
blue plume of smoke from its kidney shaped silencer, I sat on the pillion
box seat with the rucksack & we rode to his parents house, he cut the
engine about 200 yards from the house & we finally coasted in to his drive,
he pushed the bike around to the back of the house, parked it, locked it up
& popped the key into an envelope with a note, sealed the envelope & popped
it into his mail box. We were now on the next phase which was to walk to
Sydney's Kingsford Smith airport.

 It took well over an hour to reach the fence by the sea; fortunately it
hadn't been fixed since his last escapade, had it been fixed, he already
had the wire cutters from his last escapade buried nearby, we went through
the fence & walked across the grass almost a mile until the gleaming Comet
4 gradually came out of the darkness, I looked towards the sea to see the
very first lightening of the sky to the east, fortunately the steps were
left out at the rear door of the aircraft, we crept up them & tried the
door which was locked, I began to panic thinking. 'What do we do now?'

Keith quietly took out a leather wallet which had a number of various
implements inside; he inserted a piece of small diameter right angled stiff
wire rod into the cylinder of the lock & applied tension, whilst
maintaining the tension, I passed him whatever implement he pointed at, he
inserted the implement & yanked it back out, after 4 goes the door lock
opened & we were now on board the aircraft, he closed the door & we walked
through a curtained area at the rear of the aircraft which was the bunk
area, laid on a bunk each & fell asleep.

We were woken up by the flight crew boarding the aircraft which came to
life, this was indeed it, either we would be leaving on this aircraft or we
would be marched off & handed over to the cops, fortunately no one took a
look into the bunk area & found us, we saw a Rolls Royce being driven up to
the steps & a smartly dressed man in his 40's wearing a pin stripe suit
with a bowler hat carrying an umbrella & an attach? case boarded the
aircraft with a sexily dressed blond woman who looked like Pussy Galore in
the James Bond movies, their suitcases were taken out of the boot of the
Rolls Royce & loaded into the aircraft's cargo bay, the captain walked down
the steps to finally escort his distinguished passenger with the woman on
board the aircraft, the doors were finally shut & a few moments later the 4
Rolls Royce Avon turbojet engines started up.

We became highly exhilarated now that the aircraft began to taxi & this was
my first ever flight, there were all sorts of noises likened to an old car
on a bumpy road reverberating throughout the aircraft amidst the hum from
the engines, this was not a part of flying which I envisaged, this made
this beautiful aircraft tantamount to an old crate, yet it was less than 10
years old until we finally lined up on the runway & Keith said. "This is
where you better hold onto something very tight as we're now taking off.

OMG, the aircraft started rolling & suddenly the roar from those Avons
sounded like the gates of hell were opening up, the acceleration forces
were practically trying to throw us against the rear wall of the aircraft &
the rumbling noises became deafening, I really was shitting bricks yet
Keith just remained there with a huge smile on his face as though we were
on a fairground ride which became silent & smooth as the aircraft left the
runway & flew out over the sea, I really started enjoying the thrills of
this flight until the aircraft started flying through clouds when Keith
told me about a new word which I had never even heard of, it was
turbulence. Keith looked at me & cracked this joke saying.

"Turbulence, you have to liken the plane to a woman in all her finery who
just loves to dance to the music on the passenger's headphones," I burst
out laughing as the joke was so funny & then replied.

"How can you crack a joke at a time like this when the plane's shaking
itself apart & might even crash?"

"Listen mate, I've flown more miles than anyone in the school, believe me,
flying is a lot safer than crossing the street."

I had to seriously wonder, we were flying in cloud, the whole structure of
the plane was flexing like a bendy toy, the wings were flexing & flapping
rapidly up & down like springboards, there was an almighty clang when a bit
of a cloud went into the engines & huge clouds of steam blasted out of the
back, there was a bang with the lights going out momentarily when the
aircraft got struck by lightning, I thought. 'Dear god, please don't let us
crash' & made the sign of the cross, it seemed as though my prayer must
have fallen on deaf ears as the turbulence only got worse & we really had
to hold on when suddenly the plane plummeted like a stone, we both crashed
into the roof screaming in terror when the plane went into a dive & we
floated in weightlessness out through the curtains into the main passenger
cabin before the plane pulled out from its plunge leaving us spread eagled
on the seats screaming when the woman got out from her seat & screamed at
us. "How the bloody hell did you two get aboard?"

She made sure we were buckled into a seat each as the aircraft was still
encountering turbulence pointing to the sick bags in the pouches in front
of us saying. "If you feel sick, the bags are in there." before she
returned to her seat. We had been in the air for just over an hour.

After a while, the flight became as smooth as a millpond, she came to us
saying. "Look at you, your faces are as black as sin, come with me & I'll
get you two cleaned up, Mr. Bridger does not like to be kept waiting," we
were taken to the aircraft toilets, shown the wash basins & told to clean
ourselves up, when we exited the toilets, she checked us over & led us to
Mr. Bridger, he gazed at us & OMG, if looks could kill, his eyes bore into
us like daggers, this bloke was really pissed off, somehow he regained his
calm, lit up a huge cigar & asked the woman. "Marcia dear, would you please
be so kind as to serve our two guests their lunch as we are still over 5
hours from arriving at Bali."

She brought us a delicious meal each of freshly cooked lobster served with
tiny new potatoes, a sprinkling of parsley, garden peas with cups of
freshly squeezed orange juice followed by chocolate ice cream with maple
syrup & finally a pot of freshly ground coffee with crackers & cheese, we
were eating like kings, these meals would put a high class restaurant to
shame, it was only now that I had become settled that I noticed the sexy
clothes she was wearing, she wore a white sheer blouse which clearly showed
her bra which lifted up her large breasts with a short tie, a tiny black
micro skirt, sheer black stockings held up with a suspender belt, the
bottom of her skimpy black silky nylon bikini panties was plainly visible &
there was no mistaking it, Marcia was indeed packing quite possibly the
biggest cock I have ever seen in my life inside her panties, I couldn't
believe my eyes yet here was a lovely looking woman with a cock, I could
only wonder how she got that way.

We certainly enjoyed our meal & boy, were we hungry, we didn't leave even a
tiny scrap of food, our school meals were nothing like this, Marcia came &
took away the trays to the galley & now we had to tell Mr. Bridger the
whole story.

He beckoned us to sit either side of him & each of us gave our accounts of
the events of which he took a lot of interest & took down notes, we
described our lives at the school, the priests having sex with the boys, my
exercise book containing the graph which cracked the lotto & to prove it,
Keith showed him the cheque for 50 thousand dollars.  He described his
exploits as a stowaway & how he got caught by a dog whilst trying to sneak
out of Los Angeles airport, he had to show him his wallet which picked the
lock on the aircraft's rear door which satisfied him that the aircraft was
locked when parked, he definitely took a lot of interest in us & we both
knew when he said that he wasn't going to hand us over to the cops at
Darwin, that's when we both heaved huge sighs of relief, we were so tired
after not having slept all night that we quickly nodded off only to be
woken up by Marcia & taken to our bunks where we fell asleep as soon as our
heads hit the pillows.

It only seemed like fleeting moments had passed when Marcia got us out of
our bunks for the landing at Bali in Indonesia, we had to take our seats &
fasten our seat belts, the aircraft made a smooth landing apart from the
roar from the engines when reverse thrust was deployed & the deceleration
forces trying to throw us out from our seats, we had been in the air for
almost 7 hours & the aircraft was now being re-fuelled for the next leg
over the Indian ocean, a worrying prospect considering the aircraft had
about a 3,500 mile range plus an extra 500 miles as there was an extra fuel
tank fitted in the bowels of the aircraft. Our next stop was at Colombo in
Ceylon.

Whilst the aircraft was being refueled, Marcia had a very serious demeanor
when she said.

"As you're both on board Mr. Bridger's aircraft, it is my duty to show you
the emergency exits followed by practicing putting on the lifejackets and
practicing the brace position in the event of an emergency landing, she
really became serious at what she was teaching us & we had several practice
sessions at putting on lifejackets during which she fired questions at us
regarding, location of fire extinguishers, emergency exits & suddenly
shouting 'Brace , brace , brace, & timing us with the sweep second hand of
her watch, there was just no way she was satisfied with us until we could
execute those drills perfectly & for her last party piece, she blind folded
us, sat us in our seats with the seat belts fastened & gave us 90 seconds
to put on our lifejackets & make our way to the nearest emergency exit, it
was at that point when Mr. Bridger re-boarded the aircraft asking. "How
have our guests performed on their emergency drill training?"

"They've performed very well indeed Mr. Bridger," we took off our
blindfolds to see that he had a huge smile of satisfaction on his face,
Marcia took us to our seats & we fastened our seat belts, she gave us each
a copy of the BOAC Comet pamphlet & told us to read & inwardly digest its
contents which we did whilst the aircraft was taxying until it started its
take off run into the night sky.

The aircraft climbed steeply out of Bali & we saw the shape of the island
lit up by dots of electric lights becoming smaller, after a few minutes,
the seat belt signs came off & we were free to walk about the aircraft,
apart from a few light bumps on the climb out, the flight was as smooth as
a millpond with not even a ripple, we were beginning to fall in love with
this aircraft which was taking us to the Old Country at eight and a half
miles a minute as it flew through the night skies at over 500 miles per
hour, it was Mr. Bridger's time to retire to his bunk & Marcia was about to
initiate us into the Mile high club.

We were sat reading books when she brought us a small glass of beer each,
we gently sipped our beers & lit up our smokes, that's when we saw she
definitely wasn't wearing her panties & her huge bare cock was dangling
down in front of her legs which must have been close to about 8 or 9 inches
soft when she asked us.

"Do you boys like what you're seeing? We were gob smacked, the sight of
that thing fuelled us with lustful thoughts, we've always talked about
rooting a girl like all boys do but we were both virgins in that
department, one by one she guided our hands onto it & we took turns in
holding her cock which quickly grew to its fully erect size which must have
been at least a foot long & it was hugely fat, so much so that neither of
us could get our hands fully around its shaft, its head was perfectly round
with a huge slit which split the head in two & the slit was filling up with
her white juices & started dripping, I was the first one to slowly wank it
with my hand & she uttered loud moans whereas Keith wanked it with a good
few quick strokes & plunged her cock into his mouth & started bobbing back
& forth with his head giving her a really good blow job just like he does
to me when she stopped him.

Both our cocks were as hard as iron making huge tents in our track suit
bottoms which we still wore since we left the school, one by one, Marcia
stood us up, slowly stripped us both naked & lovingly caressed us, she
sucked on our nipples & fingered us in our boy pussy holes, when she did
that, those feelings were so awesome I very nearly shot my spunk, she bent
me over the seat & massaged something cold inside my hole, then I felt her
huge prick touch my pucker & then slowly start to push right inside, she
was now hurting me although it was nowhere as bad as the caning I had & my
bottom was still sore through having sat down all this time, slowly the
pain turned to pleasure when she started planting loads of kisses & giving
me love bites, all this time I could feel every single twitch of her
monstrously huge cock, she re-positioned me so now I was sucking off my
friend's cock while she was pounding hers into my chute while she held me
by the hips, Keith didn't last long at all as he warned me then suddenly
flooded my mouth with his spunk, he had indeed shot a huge load as neither
of us have had a good wank for 3 days, Keith now knelt down & started to
slowly suck my cock & OMG, I had an orgasm like you would never believe
which was so intense I started to scream when she gagged me with her hand
just as I felt her cock get even harder with knock like twitches & then I
felt every single huge hot gush of her spunk flood my insides, she just
held her cock there for ages & when she pulled out, loads of spunk ran out
of my hole but I saw something else on her, her stockinged legs were
plastered all over with an almost clear white liquid, if her spunk went
inside me which I saw was thick & white, I had to ask her about it & she
lovingly replied.

"As you've already seen, I'm just not your normal woman, what's on my legs
is what's gushed out from my pussy," she guided my hand to her balls when
my fingers disappeared right up inside her pussy & got covered in her
juices, she begged me to lick it off which had an exotic taste, she then
took my friend's hand up there & gave him a taste then sat us down to
explain.

"I am what's known as a hermaphrodite, you could say I am likened to some
mythological being, as you see, I have both a cock & a female pussy, they
both work as nature intended and yes, were you to fuck me as you would a
girl, I would indeed become pregnant & even my own spunk will do that, the
proof of the pudding is at home in the form of my twin boys who are the
same age as you, I am both their mother & father, they both have male &
female sex organs, they're both sexually active, they've also got girl's
breasts & because they've been sucking on each other's breasts whenever
they have sex with each other, just like girls, they are also making milk
as well as myself which both of you drank at lunchtime with your coffee & I
bet you both loved it."

I just couldn't believe it, yes, that coffee was really lovely & right now
I wanted another cup even though it contained the milk from a lady's breast
& yes, she thought about us because she had a pot of freshly ground coffee
just waiting for us with a jug of her breast milk waiting to serve with our
supper.

We had Scottish smoked salmon with toasted bread & French Brie cheese
washed down with another small glass of beer before we had our coffee, sure
enough it wasn't long before we were busting for the toilet, after we came
out, Marcia led us to our bunks, tucked us naked into those luxurious beds,
gave us a goodnight kiss, drew the curtains which covered our bunks &
dimmed the lights.

Whilst laying in our bunks, all we could hear was the constant swish as the
aircraft punched its way through the thin atmosphere 6 miles above the
ocean with the low note from the engines, the flight was so smooth, the
cabin nice & warm & we both went out like a light into a quiet world of
lovely peaceful dreams, so much so, it was hard to believe that we were on
board an aircraft. What we didn't know was that during the night the
captain throttled back the engines to a 400 miles per hour cruising speed
to conserve fuel which explained the quieter operation of the aircraft, the
flight leg to Larnaca in Cyprus had taken almost nine hours. Marcia woke us
up whilst we were at 39,000 feet & served our breakfasts, she had cooked a
proper English breakfast of bacon, scrambled egg, hash browns, black
pudding & baked beans on toast washed down with a small cup of milk which
this time came from her breasts, this was followed by a proper pot of
English breakfast tea, again whitened with her milk & served with a small
Royal Doulton bowl of Demerara sugar with a BOAC solid silver teaspoon,
obviously liberated from a flight by Mr. Bridger.

The engines were very quiet now, all we heard was the swish of the wind,
Marcia took away our trays & we thanked her for a lovely breakfast. The
first rays of the sun were now shining on the aircraft & there was very
little clouds below, the weather was so clear that we could see for miles &
even saw the curvature of the earth, the aircraft had become in effect a
giant glider with the weight of the aircraft providing the inertia for its
descent which Marcia told us would take about 50 miles, we were likened it
to a car coasting in neutral down a long hill, Mr. Bridger came up to
Marcia asking her.

"How have our two guests performed so far?

"They have indeed performed admirably, their both a credit to their school
& the commonwealth."

"I was right, my intelligence sources regarding the school have indeed come
up trumps, right now I require their full names, dates of birth with their
photographs & can you have communications arrange a car for myself at
Larnaca?"

I quietly said to Keith, "The old man wants our mug shots," I thought about
this, England was just a few hours away, I knew from our geography lessons
that there's a huge British military presence on the island, Both of the
pilots & both of the first officers who've flown the aircraft in shifts are
both ex RAF, that means there's an old boy network, "I'm telling you, the
old man is up to something."

"Yeah, we're on a plane flying halfway round the world & we don't even have
passports, this is our last stop then England is only just over 4 hours
away, Cyprus is a Greek island & I know that Greece is about 2,000 miles
from the Old Country.

The aircraft passed through 12,000 feet with a series of bumps & wing
flexions which reverberated through the entire structure of the aircraft
which we both felt through the floor, a few minutes later we were
descending in & out of clouds, the old crate was really flexing its bones
now, we were being shook around by the bumps yet both Mr. Bridger & Marcia
were totally calm, we descended through cloud & saw the sea, there were
fishing boats & a ship out at sea, we saw the ripples of the waves then the
flaps deployed & the noise from the engines increased arresting our descent
somewhat, wisps of cloud blew over the wings & sometimes streamed from the
flaps, we heard the noise of the landing gear coming down & were now low
over the sea, the island was to our right & we saw the lake to our right
just before we touched down on the runway, once again it sounded like the
gates of hell opening up with the roar from those 4 Avons blasting reverse
thrust trying to halt almost 70 tons of aircraft, the aircraft finally
taxied to a parking spot, the steps were ran out & Mr. Bridger departed the
aircraft with the flight crew leaving just myself with Keith & Marcia
remaining on board.

The aircraft doors were open & the heat felt like that back home in Sydney,
a fuel truck was re-fuelling the aircraft & mechanics were attending to
various parts & there was one who took a long time in looking at the front
of each engine, there was also a strong presence of cops near the aircraft,
time seemed to stand still, we even got bored listening to the BBC's world
service even though we were hearing the first voice of England coming over
the airwaves, we were finally relieved to see Mr. Bridger arrive after
having spent over 4 hours on Cypriot soil.

Whilst waiting for the flight crew, Mr. Bridger sat us down &
said. "Charles Croker & Keith Sarsford, here are your British visitor's
passports; the aircraft log will state that you've boarded the aircraft
here at Larnaca, both of you are the sons of British RAF personnel
stationed here, both of you are returning to England for the start of term
at Eton College where you will be starting your third year, you damn well
better stick to your story otherwise you'll be going back on the next plane
and it won't be this old crate either, on a happier note, buckle up & enjoy
the remainder of your flight to Blighty, or as you boys prefer to call
it. The Old Country.

This was finally it, we were starting out on the final leg of our journey
to the old country, the aircraft was taxying out to the runway sounding
like an old car on a bumpy road, it seemed as though the 4 Avons were
singing in unison with the shrill whining from the engines, the old man had
pulled off a miracle in getting our BVP's which were stamped by the forces
post office at RAF Akrotiri, whoever this old boy network was, they really
came up trumps this time, all through the flight we were wondering how the
old man was going to sneak us in through the door, after the aircraft took
off, he was about to pull another rabbit out from his hat when he gave us
some forms to fill in & said to us.

"Here are the forms for your British driving licences with copies of the
highway code which both of you must study, Keith, you will retain the
identity of the person from Summer bay which you will exchange for a full
British driving licence which will allow you to either drive a car or ride
a motorcycle, Charles, you will wait for the forger to deliver a copy of
Keith's Australian licence, as you both look similar, you can easily pass
off as his twin brother, naturally your driving licences will both have the
same address which is 221B Baker Street, London W1, this is a bookshop in
Baker Street, there is a small flat there above the shop, it is also the
postal address for anyone in London wanting a discreet mailing address to
collect their mail, it is opposite Baker Street tube station & you will
also be receiving your student rail & tube passes, I trust you will visit
the bookshop from time to time which indeed you will as I own that shop
which has some very fine & rare books which you are welcome to come & read
at any time, I have to attend to some business & check the latest
communications at the flight deck so Marcia here will entertain you for the
rest of the flight.

Once again Marcia was going to give us the pleasures of the Mile high club,
this time all she wore was a white bikini swimsuit, the top barely
contained her breasts & her huge cock was poking out above the top
waistband, she lovingly stripped us both naked as well as herself, our
cocks became rock hard at the sight of her, she beckoned both of us to
start suckling on her breasts which rewarded us with a good drink of sweet
tasting breast milk, she was moaning loudly as the sweet elixir flowed into
our mouths & sating our bellies, her pussy underneath her balls was
profusely leaking her juices which were trickling down her legs, this time
it was Keith's hole which she would be plunging her monstrously huge
rampant leaking cock into, she bent him over & slowly pushed her huge cock
inside him, with the number of priests cocks which have previously bred
him, it amazed her that her cock went straight into his teenage schoolboy's
hole, my friend was moaning loudly as she had filled him right up, she held
him by the hips & began thrusting into him, they were both moaning like
hell & my friend was uttering loads of filthy dirty expletives which
fuelled her lust even more, the feelings my friend felt were totally
amazing, so much so he was seeing stars & like myself he didn't last long
at all as his load blasted out from his cock like a water pistol going off
spraying his spunk everywhere, I had never known him to shoot off so much &
it just went everywhere, his teenage hole was clamping like mad onto her
cock which took her over the edge, suddenly a huge gush of her cum & fluids
blasted out from her pussy all over the front of her legs & she blasted at
least 2 dozen powerfully huge squirts into him, they were both screaming in
ecstacy & my friend was writhing all over the place, when they calmed down,
she guided my cock into her female pussy hole & holding my hips, she set
the pace whilst passionately kissing me & giving me love bites, I was so
worked up I must have shot a huge load inside her, she hugged me through my
afterglow before I pulled out, now it was my friend's turn to plunge his
cock inside her with me wondering if he could give her another load, this
time it took over 5 minutes during which his feelings gradually built up
inside him, they were moaning like hell & she kept demanding. "Come on,
give me loads of your spunk," this only fuelled him to more lust taking him
over the edge & blasting his second load which miraculously was another
huge one which gushed into her with several powerful squirts & she moaned
as she felt every one flood into her.

That session was indeed truly awesome, once we came down from our highs,
she sent us to the toilet to clean ourselves & put our clothes back on
followed by her doing the same, a short while later she brought out our
meals of roast duck served with roast small potatoes, minted garden peas &
stuffing balls followed by an exotic tasting pistachio ice cream with maple
syrup & wafer biscuits which she had made herself with her breast milk of
course, that ice cream was truly delicious we were licking our dishes &
finally she served her usual fresh ground coffee with chocolate biscuits, I
began to wonder if the airlines ever served food this good, this was, after
all Mr. Bridger's private jet, the flight gave us stunning views of the
alps which were still capped in snow, the views showed the countryside to
be really green & after a while we heard the engines note change as we
started our descent into the Old Country.

We were descending through clouds & we saw the English channel below us,
there were a number of ships some of which were cross channel ferries, this
aircraft had given us the ride of our lives & I doubted if we would ever
experience another one like it, with every passing second the English coast
became closer until we passed over the town of Hastings, from there on we
saw amazing greenery, trees, leafy country lanes & cars which looked like
matchbox toys when the flaps deployed streaming off water vapour & the
landing gear came down, our flight was coming to an end & this grand old
lady of the skies had brought us both safely across the miles, we saw the
English countryside in all its beauty and the trees looked like we could
reach out & touch them we were so low now & then we crossed the boundary &
finally landed on the runway with a final swan song from the Avons as
reverse thrust was deployed to finally halt the aircraft which finally
taxied to its parking space & stopped, the steps were run out & waiting for
us was the airport bus to take us to the passenger terminal, we were
finally whooping for joy as we stood on good old solid British concrete.

We now had to go through the formalities of both Customs & Immigration, the
customs officer searched through the rucksack, of course it only contained
our clothes plus the kit which we spent part of the night under the trees
in sight of the school, when he saw the blackened mug, he chuckled &
said. "You boys really should clean this, I thought you RAF kids were
brought up better than that." Immigration just quickly looked at our
passports & we were through the terminal, we had finally arrived & walked
outside to the waiting MK 2 Lowline Jaguar car to take us to London where
we were finally dropped off at the bookshop in Baker Street to a waiting
double bed in the flat above & plenty of sleep having resolved to send
Barry the postcard we promised him in the morning.

We woke up the following morning when Mrs. Hudson, the housekeeper &
bookshop's proprietor knocked on the door calling us for our breakfasts, we
just threw on our track suits & went downstairs to the kitchen & dining
area, this building was definitely old, the timbers creaked & everything
looked like antiques, we began to suspect that this place has remained
exactly as the previous tenants have left it & Mrs. Hudson confirmed this
as indeed the previous tenants were Sherlock Holmes & Doctor Watson &
Mrs. Hudson was the original housekeeper's grand daughter, I thought to
myself. 'OMG, we're staying at a place which is a famous antique.' She
cooked us a proper full English breakfast & gave us packed lunches as we
now had an itinery to keep to, the first of which was to go to a bank &
change the aussie money to good old fashioned British pounds, shillings &
pence, then catch the tube using our student passes to GLC County hall for
our driving licences, the only clothes we had to wear were our track suits
but thankfully our next port of call was a clothes shop which meant having
to take the tube to Piccadilly, walk to the Playland amusement arcade & ask
for the boss who came out & said.

"I see you two are Mr. Bridger's latest boys," he wrote out a chitty & sent
us to a nearby clothes shop, we were measured up for our suits, shirts &
ties, then he got us our jackets, pairs of jeans, shoes, tee shirts, shoes,
socks, underwear & what surprised us was him also adding 2 black nylon
pairs of Australian made Speedo bathers which we've seen so many times at
Bondi as everyone wore them there as well as all the kids from our school
whenever we went swimming in their pool & were still in our rucksack back
at Baker Street, the proprietor also told us.

"You boys are expected to wear these swimming trunks instead of your
underpants whenever you're working your stints at Playland, it's what our
customers will expect from both of you," I began to think there's obviously
something very kinky going on, whenever we've worn them, the feelings on
our cocks were so awesome that both of us kept cracking fat ones which
leaked our juices making wet patches & sometimes blasting shit loads of
spunk inside them usually in class, the priests loved us doing this &
always encouraged us to wear them under our school trousers & whoever
either wet or spunked inside them was either rewarded with chocolate or
smokes, we signed the shop's book & left carrying our new clothes in
shopping bags, we called into a nearby tourist shop, bought a postcard to
send to Barry & called into a post office to buy a bunch of aerogramme air
letter forms which costs sixpence each then went to the bank which
Mr. Bridger directed us to, deposited the cheque & opened our passbook
accounts.

We sat down & ate our packed lunches right on Piccadilly Circus amidst all
the hustle & bustle of London traffic after which we had the rest of the
afternoon free, so we called into a newsagent, looked through the
motorcycle magazines wondering which one to pick, thankfully the man in the
shop knew his stuff, picked out an Exchange & Mart & showed us the
motorcycle section, he looked through it as well, spotted it & showed us
the advert, it was for a 5 year old Ariel Arrow at Pride & Clark in
Stockwell, so we caught the tube & went to take a look at it.

The motorcycle was parked in the line up in front of the Stockwell road
shop with a 100 quid price tag, the machine gleamed with its white & gold
coloured paintwork with its 250cc two stroke twin cylinder engine housed in
an all pressed steel constructed chassis, all the chrome parts shone & the
speedometer showed just over 6,000 miles on the clock, I've already heard
about the boy racer image of these machines & read about them from
magazines smuggled into the school, my friend was the one who had more
experience in riding motorcycles & we spoke to the salesman who gazed at us
with a funny look asking.

"Are you boys sure you can handle this bike, the mechanics tell me that it
goes like the clappers of hell, it's certainly a very quick bike for you
boys, It's got an A.L. Carter engineering tuned motor, the larger Amal 376
carburettur, the internals of the silencers have been modified &c, I've
known Pete at A L Carter at Chiswick for a number of years, he's an
excellent tuner who's raced in the Isle of Man TT races, he ran into some
bad luck 4 years ago when his Bultaco TSS race bike gave out on him in the
250cc lightweight TT retiring him from the race."

The thoughts of a machine tuned by an Isle of Man TT racer certainly
appealed to us, we just had to have this bike so we went into his office,
filled out the paperwork, showed him our licences & our BVP's which gave
him the impression that we were in the RAF whereby he advised us that all
lads in the forces had to have fully comprehensive insurance. We gave him a
20 quid deposit knowing the bank wanted 5 days to express clear the
Tattslotto cheque which meant that we could collect the bike on the
following Saturday.

We walked away from the shop in a highly euphoric mood knowing that between
us we had a rapid means of transport around a totally strange city, somehow
we both felt very tired around 4pm, I have never experienced this but Keith
had the answer when he told me about jet lag & how one's body clock goes
crook, we headed back to Baker Street hoping to catch a couple of hours
sleep, when we arrived, Marcia was waiting for us to drive us to her house
but first we had to change our clothes and to grab our bathers.

She drove her Jaguar which was the same car which collected us from Gatwick
out of London onto the A40 to Gerrards Cross in Buckinghamshire until we
arrived at a large luxuriously built posh house, parked her car in the
gravel drive & as we entered her house, she made us take our shoes off, led
us into the lounge to meet her identical boys.

Kriss & Kelly both wore their school uniforms & politely greeted us &
shaking our hands, if they were boys, we just couldn't believe what we were
seeing, they had lovely long flowing blond hair a lot longer than we've
seen on any girl which reached down past their hips, the most striking blue
eyes just like their mum, what surprised us was seeing they had voluptuous
girl's breasts which tented their shirts out even though both were of a
slim build except for huge bubble butts & sporting huge bulges in their
trousers, each of them kissed & hugged us in turn pushing their rock hard
bulges into ours & holding them there, there was no doubting that these 2
had huge cocks indeed just like their mum who asked them to lead us out to
their swimming pool.

We changed in an outbuilding into our school's blue speedo nylon bathers
which had the Boy's town logo on the back whilst theirs were red which is
all they now wore giving them the appearance of topless girls with cocks
reaching right out to their hips, their pool was a full 25 yards in length
by 10 yards wide which was the biggest pool we've ever seen in anyone's
garden, their mum had us swimming our lengths first which both twins had to
do daily & the way they swam was a lot quicker than us, so much so, they
were a good match for the Bondi lifeguards, after we've swam about 200
yards, we were whacked, but those twins went on to swim their daily 1,000
yards with their mum who was clad in only a white bikini before we had our
free time just frolicking in the pool doing all sorts of dives & jumps,
finally she dried herself off & asked us to massage her sun screen on
before lying in a deck chair with her towel covering her face.

We went back in the pool, but this time the twins wanted us to take our
trunks off as well as them, now all 4 of us were skinny dipping in their
pool, this was indeed highly erotic, just the feel of us swimming naked in
the water was so lovely, all our cocks became hard as nails when each one
hugged us whilst stood in the 3 foot shallow end & guided our rock hard
cocks into their pussy holes under their balls.

Being youngsters of the same age as us, their pussy holes were tighter than
their mums & both had hugely fat 9 inch cocks, their vaginal muscles were
teasing the hell out of our cocks & they both started breast feeding us &
giving us passionate kisses whenever we took our mouths off their breasts,
their milk was more delicious than their mum's & we were sure we could
taste cum in their teenage elixir, there was no doubting that they were
drinking the spunk out from each others cocks, Keith & I came so fast we
both shot our loads inside them as they both moaned loudly, their cocks too
shot huge loads of spunk into the pool, you could see each cloud of their
spunk erupt into the water & there was a lot of them as well & yet, this
was only the beginning of our wonderful sex during our weekend sleepover
with these two.

She called us out as the evening meal was about to be served, we had a
typically British meal of chips, baked beans & huge slices of cheese flan
of which the cheese was made from the twins breast milk, this was followed
by fruit cocktail with double cream then freshly ground coffee with cheese
crackers of which the cheese was truly delicious, those three had
practically made their house a breast milk dairy which also explains why
there were ample amounts stored on board Mr. Bridger's aircraft.

After dinner, we went into the study to write our postcards & aerogramme
air letters to send home which were posted into a post box around the
corner, we then had to quickly change into our suits wearing our black
speedos as underwear for the drive to Playland where we would be working
whilst playing the machines, we were now starting to earn our keep for
Mr. Bridger's organization & Marcia was the one in charge this night.

The twins were very quickly picked up by a couple of Arabs & with them
being male hermaphrodites; they commanded a high premium for their services
whereas we were picked up about 5 minutes later by 2 famous footballers who
swore us to secrecy about who they were & took us to a private gentlemen's
club with a swimming pool, bubble tub, sauna & a bar.

We entered the pool where everyone was totally naked & after having swam a
few lengths, they both lovingly caressed us feeling & giving our cocks a
short wank in the water whilst we returned the service, these two were in
their early twenties & being footballers they did indeed have muscular
bodies without any hair on them as they always kept their bodies shaved &
they fell in love with our Australian accents, they led us into the sauna &
we just sat there whilst they gently caressed us within the heated confines
of the sauna, every so often we had to go out & cool off in a much smaller
pool then we started by servicing our clients in earnest by firstly sucking
on their roughly 6 or 7 inch cocks & to think that both of us had larger
cocks than them really got them going before we both sucked both their
nipples in turn.

When directed, we stood bent over the bench whilst they lubed both our
pussy holes & their cocks & slowly pushed them into our holes, both Keith &
I have had larger cocks than these up our holes so they would be a doddle
to please, they slowly thrust into us whilst holding our hips whilst
everyone else inside the sauna was fondling & stroking their hard cocks &
egging the two footballers on, they both took an unbelievably long time to
come during which we shot our loads over the benches twice without ever
touching our cocks, but they both gave us fair warning when they were about
to come & OMG, it felt so awesome feeling his cock jerk inside me with
those hot jets of spunk filling my insides up.

After dressing, we were taken to the bar & they bought us a beer with a
small pie which did sate our hunger a little as it was now late at night,
we lit up our smokes & they passed us two envelopes, one of which is
Mr. Bridger's fee for our services, the other envelope was for us which
contained a generous 50 quid.

We set out on our return journey after 2am; Marcia was so dog tired she was
practically falling asleep whereas our body clocks were telling us it was
11am & we were so alive & vital, when she got into the car, she dropped off
& it was at this point that Kriss asked If I could drive, them piped up,
"Mum, can you let Charlie drive us home as you're falling asleep."

I was now driving the Jaguar with their mum sat fast asleep in the
passenger seat with the other three sat in the back, we finally drove into
their drive & the twins helped her to bed, she left her keys on the
sideboard & Keith went upstairs to fetch his leather wallet, on her key
ring was the key which opened the rear door of the aircraft.

Keith was busy with his illicit locksmith's wallet toolkit measuring up the
profile of the key using a plate with angled slots & writing down the
measurements of each cut, he was writing the key blank's make & drawing
around the key when Kriss walked in the room & saw him asking.

"What are you doing with mum's keys? Especially the one to Mr. Bridger's
plane, are you a bloody crook or something? If mum finds out, she will have
your balls for breakfast."

Keith was like a rabbit caught in the headlights, Kelly walked into the
room with our hot soups & Kriss said to him."

Keith's been fooling around with mum's key's & his wallet contains a break
in kit or something, I'm bloody sure he's a crook."

Kelly replied. "You had better start explaining your interest in mum's keys
especially with you having a wallet of special gear to open locks with."

"Listen, I can explain, all I have done is to copy into a notebook, the
dimensions of the key to the plane, we arrived to find the plane's door
locked, that toolkit is what I used to open the door with & we stole a ride
on the plane all the way here, there's a mate of ours back at the school
who's probably going through hell right now, if push comes to the shove,
he's going to need that key to get onto Mr. Bridger's plane," the twins
talked amongst themselves & then Kelly said.

"So, what you're telling us is there's one of you lot out there who
Mr. Bridger is going to have to mount a rescue operation to get him out,
you do realize that it costs him a bloody fortune to fly his jet there and
back, he had better be worth it, what proof do you have?"

Keith went & fetched his exercise books & showed the twins the lotto
cracker graph, they both gazed at it intently & Kriss asked. "You've used
this formula to win a lottery out in Australia, and I see that you've given
another set of numbers to someone called Barry Mackenzie," as he held up a
filled out copy of a Tattslotto ticket. "If this wins, we're onto something
big."

"That's right, Barry will definitely win the lotto & when he does, the
priests will not only make his life hell, they'll bust his arse & probably
tear the school apart looking for these books, one things for sure, his
winning ticket will certainly more than pay for another flight," the twins
looked thoughtfully at us & said. "We will tell mum all about this in the
morning together."

After breakfast, we went right through the entire story with their mum, I
gave her the Tattslotto results number & she placed a call with the
international operator, after checking those numbers against the copy, she
drew in her breath & said. "Your numbers have indeed won the big one; it
looks like your friend will soon be requiring Mr. Bridger's services."

A few moments later, the duty manager of Playland called asking.

"There's a Barry Mackenzie calling reverse charges from Australia wanting
to speak to Charlie, I need your authorization to accept the call."

"Give the operator my home number & I'll take the call here," the phone
rang a few minutes later with Barry on the line, there was no doubting this
call was a cry for help as he was pleading. "Come and get me!" Marcia
passed me the receiver & I said to him.

"Look Bazz, it's going to take the plane almost 2 days to reach you, you're
going to have to go to a safe house, in my locker, you'll find a key which
belongs to a trailer in Summer bay, go to Keith's mum, there's a motorbike
parked out the back, she'll give you some money for petrol, you will have
to ride the bike to the trailer park & lie low in trailer number 13, I will
come and get you in a car & get you onto the plane, have you cashed in the
ticket?"

"Yes I have, it's a cheque for 150,000 bucks."

"Look, you'll have to keep that cheque safe, if things get too hot, send it
express air mail to me at 221B Baker Street, London W1, have you got that?"

"I'll post it right away; it's bloody burning a hole in my pocket."

"You do that & do it right now, Bazz, we love you and we'll soon have you
out of there, trust me."

"How will you get word to me in the school?"

"You tell Ben, our boy scout friend I will flash his window with a Morse
code message using a penlight torch at 2am from the trees in 3 nights time,
he will decode the message & you'll have a day to get ready, he will tell
you what to do."

The call ended & Marcia said to her sons. "These two boys have escaped from
a brutal regime of a school run by priests, Charles has a formula in his
books which assures a high probability of lottery wins, no doubt this makes
these two a wonderful asset to the organization, Charles, you are to go to
the locksmith in the morning and have them cut a copy of the aircraft key,
you will sort your bag out for another clandestine mission together with
your Australian licence & your BVP, I will phone Mr. Bridger to prepare the
aircraft for a rescue mission."

She picked up the phone & placed a call to the governor's office, she
simply said. "The speed bird has been tasked with an urgent courier run
which is flying out tonight from Gatwick," two hours later Mr. Bridger
arrived with his flight crew in a Rolls Royce & as he entered the house, he
spoke to me asking.

"I understand that you're the cause of our latest callout, you will have to
brief me on the drive to the airport, I understand another one of your
tickets has cracked the big one, I find this very interesting which makes
you an asset to the organization, grab your gear, we're going, Marcia, you
can follow us in the Jaguar with Keith.

"What about a spare key? There's no time to see a locksmith?

"That's a minor detail; Keith, you will attend to the locksmith in Sydney
for the aircraft key & bring the original to my hotel."

We arrived at the aircraft which was already refueled & prepped for another
flight to Australia, Marcia once again wore her erotic trolley dolly's
uniform & we took our seats whilst the engines started up, as the aircraft
taxied out to the runway 08R, she gave another one of her professional
safety briefing demonstrations when the aircraft finally lined up with the
runway facing an easterly direction them started its take off run as the 4
Rolls Royce Avons bellowed out their roar as they reachedttake off power,
once again the aircraft sounded like an old car on a bumpy road & I held
onto Keith's hand as the acceleration forces thrust us into our seats, the
aircraft left the runway in a steep climb with the noise of the landing
gear being retracted as the aircraft climbed into the night for its 4 hour
flight to Larnaca in Cyprus.

After take off we were able to unfasten our seat belts & Marcia went to the
galley to prepare our supper which was a bowl of turtle soup with a bread
roll before we retired to our bunks, sex was the last thing on anyone's
mind at the moment although I daresay Bazz was feeling better in himself
knowing that we were shooting across the skies towards him at over 500
miles per hour.

Marcia woke us up for the landing at Larnaca, the sight of the island down
below bathed in specks of electric lights in the clear skies was awesome to
say the least, the engines were idling with only a few bumps during the
descent to finally approach over the sea with the island to our right &
touch down on the runway with a loud thump from the landing gear which
shook the aircraft when the engines bellowed out their roar with reverse
thrust & the aircraft finally halting & taxying to the waiting fuel truck.

We took off with the fuel tanks crammed with as much fuel as they could
hold using up every inch of the runway for a gentle climb out for the 9
hour flight to Colombo during which we returned to our bunks for a few
hours, Marcia served us proper full English breakfasts after which
Mr. Bridger ran through with the rescue plan. Plan A was to phone the
trailer at Summer bay which would mean that Bazz has got out & rode their
on the motorcycle, Plan B was to approach the school & take up position in
the same spot in the trees where we laid up under the poncho & Morse Ben
with a message, he would send a reply if needed, then bug out to Keith's
mum's house & lie low in their bungalow until the following night. The
plans sounded good but we needed a car to go & fetch him as he's rode there
on the motorcycle, there were so many variables which could crop up, the
main one being was if the boundary fence had been repaired which would pose
a problem as we had to sneak in & out of the airport.

Bazz was summoned to the principal's office knowing that the priests were
trying to find the books as someone reported him for the lottery ticket, by
now his cheque was on its way to Baker Street by express air mail, they did
actually manage to beat the address out of him & fortunately for him the
priests refused to believe it owing to it being the address in the Sherlock
Holmes books, with their belief that the books were still in the building,
they practically tore the whole school apart looking for them & fortunately
they were safe & sound in Mr. Bridger's brief case, my next task was to go
through the books & crack the numbers for the following week's Tattslotto,
this time the ticket would be bought by Mr. Bridger himself.

The aircraft finally landed at Sydney & parked at the same spot, the
waiting Rolls Royce drove both him & Marcia away to their hotel, meanwhile
we remained on board with the curtains drawn until night when we sneaked
out of the airport some time around midnight & found that the fence had
been fixed, there was only one thing for it, we were going to have to dig
our way out underneath & the only thing we could find was a piece of wood,
we lost over two hours just digging our way out & once through we stuffed
loads of vegetation into the hole, we made our way to a phone box which
entailed an operator connected trunk call to ring the number for the
trailer at Summer bay & there was no reply, by the time we made our way to
the school, it was 4.30 in the morning, we draped the poncho over us with a
stick propping up one end & gazed at the window to see a night light
burning & the silhouette of a boy's head. I flashed 'V E' eight times &
held my breath hoping to god it wasn't a priest, another boy came to the
window & flashed 'R' twice which was the agreed signal, I then flashed the
message for Bazz to leave the building before lights out tomorrow night &
make his way to the spot in the trees where I was flashing from, he replied
with two R's, again the agreed signal, we quickly rolled up the poncho &
left the area, by the time we arrived at Keith's house, it was already
light, we crept into the bungalow shed, set an alarm clock & got our heads
down.

The alarm went off & I quickly shut it off, we had to clean off the burnt
cork residue from our faces & the backs of our hands, Keith donned his old
school uniform & made his way to the local locksmith, he returned three
quarters of an hour later with the key, now he had to make his way to
Mr. Bridger's hotel & hand their key in to reception. He returned after
four hours with some food for lunch which we tucked into, so far the plan
was working so we just lay there listening to the radio during which we
fell asleep for a few hours.

That night, we left carrying the rucksack with blackened faces & hands
wearing our track suits, we crept into the trees unseen & draped the poncho
over us with a stick propping up one end whilst the rest of it was covered
in leaves & vegetation as per Mr. Bridger's instructions, shortly before
10pm, there were three letter R's flashed from the window which was the
signal that Bazz had left the building, he lay down with us under the
poncho with his bag in front, I slowly pulled a string which pulled a
fallen branch towards us which covered up the propped up end of the poncho,
we were now well camouflaged in our makeshift hoochie within sight of the
school & had to remain quiet until our 3am departure although we talked in
very quiet whispers. At 3am, we quietly struck camp, rolled up the poncho &
made our way to the airport boundary fence, once we were through, we
replaced the vegetation & crept towards the aircraft, we just couldn't
believe that our luck had held even though we were right on the steps at
the aircraft.

Keith put the key in the lock & it wouldn't open the lock with him cursing
& uttering. "Shit, the key's no bloody good," I said. "Here, let's have a
go," I tried wiggling & jiggling the key every which way & yes, it opened
the lock, we just got on board & shut the door when we saw the approaching
headlights of a vehicle which turned out to be a Land Rover which drove
straight past, we stashed our bags under the lower bunks, crashed out in
the bunks with the curtains pulled & went to sleep.

We were highly relieved when the flight crew turned up & entered the
aircraft, they carried out the pre flight checks even though the aircraft
had already been refueled and we were highly relieved at the arrival of the
Rolls Royce with both Mr. Bridger & Marcia especially when the engines
started up & we began taxying to the runway, the aircraft began its take
off run & the engines roared out their swansong which sounded like music to
our ears although I could see that Bazz was gripping his seat in fright as
this was his first time on an aircraft & when we left the ground he began
babbling & screaming which wasn't helped by the light bumps as the aircraft
ascended through the clouds.

After about an hour the flight became as smooth as a millpond & the
aircraft climbed to 38,000 feet, all we could hear was the swish of the
wind & a gentle note from the engines, the sky above looked a dark shade of
blue, we saw the curvature if the earth & the ground looked as though it
was a shade of pink, Bazz calmed down very slowly as his brain gradually
realized that he was safe on board with both his friends.

Marcia served us our lovely full English breakfasts & boy, did we need them
after our escapades, after breakfast she took him for a one to one talk
with Mr. Bridger who took a liking to Bazz straight away with his dark
blond hair, youthful looks, brown eyes & broad Australian accent whilst we
went & cleaned off the burnt cork blackening from our faces & hands soon to
be followed by Bazz doing the same. We were young lads on perhaps the
greatest adventure of our lives & this iconic British built airliner was a
part of it although there was no sensation of speed as we were so high up,
it looked for all the world as though we were suspended in space, yet the
rush of air over the wings creating a pressure differential underneath was
all that kept us in the air, a totally unseen force of nature which we read
about in science books plus the invention of Sir Frank Whittle in the form
of those 4 Rolls Royce Avon turbojets guzzling kerosene by the second
blasting out hot gases at such huge velocities pushing us through the skies
with the ground passing by at around eight & a half miles per minute.

Bazz sat comfortably reading an Australian Motorcycle magazine & I read it
after he finished, although we were leaving a familiar country behind, I
couldn't help but become captivated by the article about New Zealander Burt
Munroe with his 1920 Indian scout which is the holder of Australian & New
Zealand speed records and his several entries at the world famous
Bonneville speed week, I couldn't help but become captivated by this near
half century old machine built in a garden shed, ridden by an old age
pensioner taking on the world, this guy certainly was an inspiration to the
youngsters.

It was time for Bazz to become a member of the 'Mile high club when Marcia
came to serve our drinks with our smokes without her panties on under her
micro skirt, her huge cock was dangling in front of her stockinged legs &
it was getting hard, he gazed at it when she took his hand & guided it onto
her now fully hard & leaking cock, Bazz couldn't believe the sight in front
of him & stuttered out.

"You, you're a lady with a cock, what are you?"

"Just a freak of nature, I'm what's known as a hermaphrodite, I also have a
vagina under my balls & both my sex organs work as nature intended, I have
two lovely boys who are like me at home of the same age as you & they too
would love to show you a good time."

She felt his now rock hard cock which formed a huge tent in his track suit
bottoms & he uttered a series of moans whilst her huge cock dripped her
love juices onto his legs & her vaginal fluids started trickling down the
front of her legs giving off her pussy scents, he became crazed with lust
as she guided him out from his seat & slowly took down his track suit
bottoms & his Bonds underpants exposing an unbelievably thick 8 inch cock
when she said. "Oh my, you have a lovely big cock especially for a lad of
your age," she crouched down & took it into her mouth & within seconds he
blasted a good 10 gushes of spunk into her waiting mouth as he uttered
loads of dirty filthy expletives, she gave him a good long kiss pushing her
tongue into his mouth giving him a good taste of his own spunk, now she
wanted her cock buried inside his rear pussy hole.

She bent him over the seat & gradually opened his pussy hole up with her
fingers, even though the priests have plowed their man sized cocks inside
him, she knew he was about to take the biggest cock yet & prepared him
properly whilst both her cock & vagina kept constantly leaking her juices,
she finally lubed him up with her exotic perfumed lube from a tin in her
handbag & put loads of it onto her cock, she pushed it into her pucker & he
knew immediately what to do as he relaxed & the head of her huge cock
pushed inside him then she slowly pushed it in all the way to his balls
whilst he was squealing like a pig with pain then waited for it to subside
leaving a tight fit inside him, she slowly started thrusting into him for a
few strokes before stopping to remove both her blouse & her bra revealing
her large breasts with bullet like nipples the size of a baby's dummy on
large brown areolas which were oozing out her breast milk, as she pounded
into him, she lovingly caressed her breasts & massaged her nipples
sometimes licking her breast milk off her fingers & giving Bazz a taste,
his tight pussy hole fuelled her lust & her simultaneous orgasms rapidly
built up, her balls & her vagina were tingling, those lovely feelings
inside her tummy built up & both her cock & her vagina blasted out her love
juices & cum as about 15 huge blasts of hot spunk gushed inside him, her
breast milk squirted out like water pistol jets as she screamed & began to
see stars, Bazz too shot out another load of spunk without touching his
cock all over the seat, as she slowly pulled out of him, her spunk ran out
from his stretched hole & a long rope of spunk dribbled out from her now
dangling cock & she held him in a tight embrace whilst lovingly kissing &
planting him with love bites, after a while they went to the toilets &
cleaned themselves up, then she cleaned the fluids off the seats & the
floor & served us drinks & smokes, Mr. Bridger came up to her asking.

"How has my latest guest performed?"

"You have a right one here Mr. Bridger, he has performed very well indeed,
I really like this one."

"Barry, it seems my personal assistant has taken a liking to you, good work
my boy," we heard the engine note change as we started our descent into
Bali, up to now the flight had been smooth, the seat belt sign lit up, the
captain asked everyone to our seats & to fasten our seat belts over the
public address as we were now in for a bumpy ride.

The aircraft was descending through an electrical storm at night with all
the lightning flashes putting Guy Fawkes Night to shame making the event
look like a garden party, the aircraft shook & bumped around the night sky
& the captain throttled back the engines & deployed the flaps which made a
roaring noise as the wings displaced more air, we were descending at what
appeared to be a fairly steep angle & Bazz started whimpering with fright,
as it was me who was sat next to him & he had the window seat, I quickly
changed seats with Keith who held his hand & kept reassuring him, Bazz knew
that he's flown a lot of miles & we were hoping that his presence next to
him would reassure him when out of the blackness we saw the lights of the
island & Keith said.

"Would you look at that, it's the island of Bali in Indonesia, doesn't it
look beautiful, especially at night, you're going to remember this flight
for the rest of your days & you'll even be telling your grandchildren all
about it."

The aircraft came in for a smooth landing in the pouring rain to park
beside a fuel truck & refuel the aircraft for the next leg over the Indian
Ocean to Colombo in Ceylon, having refueled, the aircraft taxied out to the
runway & took off into the night, the climb out was a lot smoother with not
so many bumps & became smooth for the rest of the flight to Colombo.

The first flight crew retired to their bunks with Mr. Bridger leaving
Marcia to attend to our nightcap drinks of hot soup & a bread roll with
Scottish smoked salmon & French Brie cheese for supper and then we retired
to our bunks whilst Marcia went to the flight deck to check the latest
communications before she retired herself.

Marcia woke everyone up & served our breakfasts followed by Mr. Bridger
taking Bazz's photo just as the engines were throttled back for the descent
into Larnaca to a smooth landing, we remained on board whilst he went off
in a car to fetch Bazz's BVP from the RAF post office & returned with the
document in his briefcase, meanwhile the aircraft was refueled for the 4
hour flight to Gatwick & departed on the last leg of its flight.

Marcia came up to Mr. Bridger from the flight deck with the news that
Charlie Croker has just been released from prison which brought a huge
smile to his face knowing that his top planner was free, his euphoria was
short lived when she told him that Roger Beckermann was killed in the
Italian Alps whilst driving his Lamborghini Miura, she led us to the rear
of the aircraft whilst he vented out his anger bellowing out.

"I bet it's those bloody Mafia Dons, Roger was my best driver & now look
what they've done; I'll show those bastards whose boss, even if I have to
burn down every Italian restaurant in England. Get onto Charlie to start
planning a job which will hurt the bastards. Find out which of those kids
in the back of the plane can drive, especially the one who drove your Jag
home and I want that brainy kid to crack the Italian Lottery, it's about
time they showed some respect."

We heard the outburst from the back of the aircraft & I asked Marcia. "What
was that all about?"

She replied. "Mr. Bridger has just received some bad news regarding a
relative, he also wants to know which of you boys can drive a car? And
secondly, Charles, he wants you to get busy on cracking the Italian
lottery."

I replied. "The lottery should be easy to crack, I will require the draw
history & if he knows someone with access to a computer, it will take a lot
less time, plus he can crack Tattslotto at the same time."

"Right now he just wants you to crack the Italian one; he's really upset
about them at the moment."

The aircraft finally landed at Gatwick, we cleared customs & immigration
smoothly with Bazz now standing on British soil, the flight crew departed
in a minibus, Marcia drove the three of us to her house in Gerrards Cross &
Mr. Bridger left the airport in a prison van.

The adventure continues.