Cold War Strange Erotic Times Nick Armbrister

Cold War Strange Erotic Times

Nick Armbrister

https://www.amazon.com/Cold-War-Strange-Erotic-Times/dp/B089D4JXZS

Olla was in the supermarket. She was walking along, doing her shopping. Her cowboy boots clip clapped on the tiled floor. The black figure hugging jeans she wore were very stylish. Suddenly, Olla shrieked and jumped into the air, dropping her shopping basket. A green apple rolled out of it. She bent down to pick it up and looked about, sheepishly, then continued shopping. A minute later, in the tinned section while getting baked beans, it happened again; she leapt into the air and screamed. Other shoppers looked about and stared at her, noticing her odd behaviour. When she started laughing and grabbing her crotch, a young female store assistant called security. They thought she was on drugs.

"Have you taken any drugs, miss?" the security guard asked.

"No, I haven't. I don't do drugs. I'm a good girl," Olla replied.

"Ok. Well, I need you to..." He didn't finish his sentence. The crazy woman jumped into the air again and shouted.

"That feels so bloody good!" she screamed, rubbing her pussy.

"Right, get out of this store now! If you don't leave, I'll call the police." The guard grabbed Olla's arm and she went mental. She jumped up and down, ran about and laughed so much. Then she fell to the floor and climaxed. Her sighs and groans got everybody's attention. Including her boyfriend, who waited in the next aisle. He triggered a remote control, much like a small TV one. It controlled the battery powered love balls that were inside Olla's pussy. When turned on, they vibrated and gave instant pleasure. Orgasm was only a few jolts away.

"Are you coming," asked the female store assistant. "Oh my God, you are!"

"Yes, I am. Oh my, this feels so good. I wish you could join me... ah, oh, dear God... oh, oh, ah!"

"I'd lose my job. I've never had an orgasm before." The girl looked all of her young eighteen years but it was clear that she was open minded.

"I want... to show... you how..." Olla looked up at the assistant and grinned.

"Meet me by the clock tower tomorrow at midnight. I must go now."

The security guard had long since disappeared and the distant sound of police sirens brought sudden awareness. The boyfriend clicked OFF on his remote and killed the balls then ran over to Olla, who was sprawled on the tiles. He lifted her up and carried her, fireman style, out of the store's rear entrance. "Time to leave babe. How was it?"

"It was fucking amazing," Olla whispered, still half in ecstasy. "I came three times. My panties are all wet. The sexy young girl assistant wants to learn how to cum. "

"Fantastic, I bet you'll show her. We'll hide here, in the alleyway round the corner. They'll never think to look here." It was dark in the alley and smelled of urine and decaying rubbish.

In war people often did mad things. Like having sex in a bomb factory. This is what two young people did in the middle of an air raid. Sirens and explosions added to their delight. They were called Inky and Minky and both were typical citizens of either warring side. Sex, drinking, watching TV and other pleasures were amongst their hobbies. Being twin sister also had its advantages; they always got their own way.

Sharing the same look was cool. Blond hair, cut short, gave an urban look, as did brown eyes and pale skin. Strangers thought their skin was artificially pale; it was all natural. They were a little over five feet tall, slim, with big breasts and of muscular build. Again, all natural. Plastic tits were for freaks. Their names were given at birth, with no family name. The Mother, now dead, had been a tattooist who slept about. The twins didn't share mum's inky passion but they liked men with tattoos. In fact, they liked any man with a working cock and will to use it.

Being an identical twin got each individual girl out of trouble. It was harder to find the culprit, for example, if one had shagged a married man who had a jealous wife. The twin named Inky had done just that. When the angry wife called at their small flat, she didn't know whom to blame, so blamed both.

Minky picked up an unfired Armour Piercing 20MM cannon shell, complete with alloy case. She passed the heavy shell to Inky and said, "There you go dear sister. Put it up my pussy. And fuck me."

"Ok dear sister. My oh my, that's a big weapon. I wonder if it'll fit," Inky replied, grinning terribly.

Minky opened her legs and smiled. Her smooth hairless thighs led up to the magic golden glory hole. The shell nudged her labia and slowly entered. Like a nuclear submarine entering its lair. It fit perfectly. "Look at that. Now fuck me with it babe."

"You bet I will." The other twin did just that, fucked her sister with a live cannon shell.