Cricket Anyone? The Third Man

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11.30 am… Neha drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of the old Nissan and looked at the map on her phone. Turn left, an eleven hours drive to Nowra. Straight ahead, a bit over seven…

She decided to go straight ahead.

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Neha had found a reasonable music station on the old car’s radio and was singing loudly to herself. She was feeling pretty good, just a bit sore in places. Steve, the large Samoan guy she had met yesterday, had given her a good workout. They’d jumped into his old Volkswagen van and headed to a spot overlooking the sea where they started fucking. Ass, pussy, mouth, hands… They tried nearly everything humanly possible and loved every second of it.

She yawned and squinted at the steel-blue sky behind her sunglasses. The only problem was she didn’t get a lot of sleep, and now she was looking at a very long drive to meet what her parents back home in India desperately hoped would be her future husband. She hoped his dick was as big as Steve’s, or even like Russell, her best friend’s boyfriend. Neha giggled. Now that was a fun night.

She’d always wanted to fuck a white guy, and there was no one she’d ever met that was whiter than Rusty. His hair was so red and skin so pale, it seemed unnatural. She could see why her best friend and colleague, Madiha, liked him. He was a nice guy and a terrific fuck. He managed to keep up with their assault on him, which she had to admit, could be overwhelming. They had shared several partners back home, but most Indian guys were intimidated by two sexually wild women. Russell just accepted it and worked hard to make sure they all had fun.

Neha giggled to herself and squirmed on the seat. Her ass was very tender and stung a little bit. When she was fucked by Madiha and Russ, a decent amount of lube was used in her rear hole, but she hadn’t bothered with Steve. Just natural spit and pussy juice scooped out with his fingers, then transferred across. It had been rough, but it felt oh so good once he got his juices flowing.

Another series of advertisements came on the radio. Neha didn’t mind listening to the descriptions of strange new shops, but she just wanted to listen to some upbeat rap. She picked her phone up and quickly cast Spotify to the Bluetooth speaker Russ had loaned her. On a whim, she then flicked to her photo app. A series of photos from the night before popped up.

‘Now, that’s a good shot. I wonder what Vaibhav would say if he saw that? Probably crap his perfect NRI pants and run home to his mommy.’ she thought.

She did like that photo. It was a selfie taken in Steve’s van early that morning. He had his dick deep up her ass and two middle fingers of one hand in her vagina. The other two fingers were pulled back, trying to do Devil’s horns. Neha was holding the selfie stick in one hand and the other was pinching her nipple. They both had their tongues out and had screamed when the photo was taken. As soon as the flash went off, they both started laughing at the absurd position they had wedged themselves in to get that shot.

Neha closed the app, tossed the phone back on the seat, then reached under her skirt and rubbed her bum. Steve really liked fucking her ass. After they had left Russ’s holiday house to ‘watch the ocean’, they had quickly started to explore each other and very soon Neha had a naked Samoan cock pounding her cunt. She was disappointed when he pulled out and came in a towel on the bed. When she asked him why, he had apologised for not asking first whether it was ok to come in her. She thought that was sweet, and assured him he was fine to come in anywhere he wanted to. His eyes had lit up and he had asked if she had ever done anal. In response, Neha knelt down on the van’s bed and pulled her ass cheeks wide.

“Once or twice,” she giggled, “and I’m happy to try again.”

Steve later explained when they were taking a short break that bum fucking was sort of taboo. He came from a very Christian family, and anal was frowned on because it was a waste of God’s desire.

“And, to be honest, having my dick up your arse lets me play with your other bits. I really get off on the feel and sounds when I get my fingers in,” he said while demonstrating on her.

She giggled again at the memory of squelchy pussy noises and sighed. It’d been a great weekend. Good friends – old and new, good food – although the Australian preoccupation with Vegemite was something she couldn’t understand, and good fucking. Neha doubted Vaibhav would evening think about having sex with her. From her admittedly limited experience with Non-Resident Indians, they were more interested in maintaining a facade for the family at home than having fun.

A strong gust of wind buffeted the car, which made her squeak in surprise. Neha had left Russell’s beach house with the car windows down, but after about twenty minutes she wound them up and turned the air conditioning on full. She was used to warm weather, but the hot dry wind was nothing like home. Madiha had said her first day in Australia was as hot as hell, but Neha had thought she was exaggerating. Now, she wasn’t so sure. She picked up her phone and flicked to the weather app. Thirty-seven degrees now, a top of forty-two, strong northerly winds, and a fire weather warning for Gippsland.

Memories of Australian bushfires on the news a couple of years ago flashed through her mind. She shuddered and put the phone back down. ‘Glad I’m not going to Gippsland.’

A bit after midday Neha pulled into a service station in a largish town. Russ had insisted she drive no more than two hours without a break.

“Look, I know you’re keen to get to Nowra and meet this character your mum’s set you up with but it’s a long way. Take it easy, stop every two hours or so, and for God’s sake if you’re tired just find a place to rest. There’s plenty of motels along the Hume.” he had said, concerned about her lack of long distance driving experience.

Russ had extracted a promise out of her that she’d follow his advice. Admittedly, she was now on a different highway but she could understand why he’d been so insistent. Neha had left his house at 11 am and already she was feeling stiff. She got out of the car and stretched, then tugged her short denim skirt back down.

‘Behenchod, it’s hot. I wonder if there’s a drive-through take out here?’ she thought as the petrol slowly trickled into the tank. It seemed like the rivulets of sweat running down her back and soaking her top were travelling faster than the fuel. Finally, the pump clicked off and she headed to the shop counter.

The door slid open as she approached and a blast of ice-cold air hit her in the face. The change in temperature was so intense, Neha gasped and steadied herself on a display rack.

“Good afternoon, can I help you?” the attendant behind the counter asked.

Neha blinked a couple of times. “Wow. I just felt a bit dizzy for some reason. Umm, just the petrol, thanks…” She peered at his name badge, “Bhuvneshwar.”

He smiled broadly when Neha pronounced his name correctly. “No worries. I think you’d better stay inside for a moment. You still look a bit – odd.”

“I’ll be ok,” replied Neha as she swiped her credit card. “It was just a bit of a shock after the heat outside. Umm, Bhuvneshwar, is there anywhere in town I can get a quick parcel, and a nice place to eat it? I’ve still got a long drive ahead of me.”

“Call me Bhuvi. Everyone around here does. Well, there’s a KFC just down the road on the right. That’s probably your best option, and there’s a park by the river. Find a tree and sit under that. It’s very nice.” He looked at her curiously. “Can I ask, where are you going?”

“Hmm, oh, Nowra,” she absently replied as she put her card in her purse.

Bhuvi inhaled quickly, “No, that’s not a good idea. It’s not a good day to travel in that direction. You should stay here overnight and leave in the morning. It’s supposed to be cooler.”

Neha laughed and waved dismissively at his concerned look. “It’s fine. Thanks for the offer, but I’m ummm, meeting family there. Nice meeting you Bhuvi.”

“But… but… Oh, crap.” He shook his head sadly as the cute girl bounced out of his shop and drove off.

Neha smiled as she turned into the KFC. She knew she looked good in her short skirt and white tank top, but it was always nice to have it confirmed by a random guy she met. She placed her order and quickly looked at her phone to see where the park was. As she was waiting a convoy of ten fire trucks with their lights flashing headed east.

“Huh. That doesn’t look good. Where are they going?” Neha asked the girl serving her.

“Dunno. Probably Bemm River, I guess. I heard there’s something happening down there. Enjoy your meal.”

Neha put her parcel on the passenger seat and drove off in the same direction as the fire trucks. The borrowed car was actually quite good, apart from a terrible radio and useless cup holders. She had to hold the large lemonade that came with the meal in one hand and steer with the other. After a short drive, she found the park and sat under a large tree to eat her lunch. Curious, she looked up Bemm River on her map and was happy to see it was well south of the highway she was on.

She sat back and watched the bright sunlight spatter off the ripples on the river. The park was partially protected from the strong winds, and the treed area was shady and a bit cooler. Neha yawned, then quickly stood up and walked over to the toilet block.

“It’s too nice here. If I stay any longer, I’ll fall asleep. Better pee and keep moving.” she muttered to herself.

Neha drove through another town that was on the beachfront. The name “Lakes Entrance” was a bit confusing, but she thought there was probably a good reason for it. The town looked deserted. She thought there would be a lot of people at the beach, but there were very few tourists around.

The old car started climbing the hill out of the town when Neha heard a notification hit her phone. She picked it up and was surprised to see it was a Whatsapp message from Vaibhav.

‘I’m really looking forward to meeting you. Would you like to visit the wildlife park? Stay safe.’

Along with the note was a photo of a white kangaroo. Neha smiled and started composing a reply. One message didn’t change the fact her parents had set up this meeting between the two hoping they’d marry, but it was still sweet. Petting a kangaroo was on her Australian bucket list, so that was also a plus. A white kangaroo intrigued her. She wondered if it was a normal colour, or if it was an albino.

Neha had just tapped the send button when the ‘whoop’ of a siren went off behind her. Startled, she looked in the mirror and saw the front of a large black car with blue and red lights flashing in its window. She pulled over to the side of the road to let the car pass, but it pulled in behind her.

‘Oh, shit. What did I do?’ she anxiously thought.

Neha had never been in any trouble with the police, and she was now nervous. She had heard all sorts of horror stories about other people’s dealings with cops in different countries. She decided to wind down the window and then leave her hands on the steering wheel.

“Good afternoon. I noticed you were using your mobile phone when I came past. Can I ask, why?” the officer asked, leaning down to look in the window.

“Err, umm, my boyfriend sent me a message? It has a photo of a white kangaroo.” Neha replied in a small voice.

“Hmmm. Not really a good reason. Around these roads, you’re lucky you didn’t meet one in the bush as you sailed off the side. Can I see your licence please?”

Neha quickly dug through her handbag and handed over the card. The officer took one look at it and sighed. “Ok, so you’re visiting Australia? Isn’t it illegal to use a phone while driving in India?”

“Umm, yes. But everyone…”

“Everyone does it. I know. But you can’t here. It’s dangerous, and…”

The officer’s radio crackled and he stepped back quickly to his car. He returned and thrust Neha’s license back at her. “Don’t do it again, ok? Out of interest, where are you going?”

“Err, I was going to stop in the next big town, and…”

The officer curtly cut her off. “Good. Do that. Just stop there and stay put. I have to go. Stay safe.” He sprinted back to his car and roared off past her, lights on and siren blaring.

Neha watched the car disappear around a corner and slowly put her licence away. This trip was not working out like she had planned. A deep, dark sense of foreboding had entered her skull and refused to leave. The wind was stronger than it had been all day, and the trees beside the road were bending and groaning in protest. The malevolent noise sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. She quickly started the car and drove off.

The forest made her jumpy. Spotify cutting in and out upset her. Fleeting glimpses of a darkening sky were worrying. This was National Highway 1? A two-lane road that desperately needed maintenance? And no villages. This was nothing like she had been expecting. She started to think that Russ was right. The longer route back through Melbourne may have been better.

Eventually, the forest opened up to farmland and she took a deep breath. She was a city girl, and the dense trees encroaching on the road had made her edgy. Riding her scooter around Chennai needed a good sense of spatial awareness, but she knew what to expect at home. This was so different. The distance, the heat, the unknowns of driving through the forest all made her think that even the bus would have been a better choice.

“Fuck, I need a drink. Maybe just a tea.” Neha muttered to herself. If Australian police were so tough on cell phones in cars, she hated to think what they’d be like with alcohol.

She drove over a long bridge and turned left into another small town. The main street was wide but nearly deserted. The supermarket looked to be the only business that was busy, with plenty of grim-faced people talking to each other out the front. Neha saw a cafe with tables and chairs on the sidewalk, so she assumed she could get her tea there.

The hammer of heat was expected as she got out, but the acrid hint of smoke was not. There was a sharp, pungent smell in the air along with a slight haze hanging over the town. Neha looked warily at the sky to the east where a tall, greyish white cloud had formed and was dominating the skyline. She tore her eyes away from the sight and quickly walked into the shop.

A bored looking girl dragged herself off a seat behind the counter just to lean on it. The girl looked at her strangely and asked, without a hint of enthusiasm, “Can I help you?”

“A large tea, please. White with three sugars.” Neha shrugged off the look as a small town thing, and probably not seeing many Indian visitors.

“Take away or have here?” the girl sullenly replied.

“I’ll take it away, thanks.” Neha got the distinct impression this was the last place the shop assistant wanted to be.

The drink was placed on the counter. “Five fifty.”

Neha handed over the money and hissed as she burnt her fingers on the paper cup.

“Wanna cup tray?” Bored Girl asked.

“Yes please.” Neha put the drink quickly in the offered tray and went back to the car.

The cardboard tray wasn’t perfect as a holder, but it was reasonably stable and could hold her tea until it cooled. She snorted at the price. It was a lot of money for a mug of boiling water and a teabag. Still, it was better than coffee or plain water. Once it was balanced on the passenger seat she checked her map for the next town. About another hour. Neha sighed. She had expected villages to be closer together, but they seemed to be all about 100 km apart in Australia. She headed back towards the highway, carefully supporting her tea with a finger on the lid.

“Oh great. Now what? An accident?” As she approached the highway intersection red and blue flashing lights caught her eye. Two police cars had blocked the road where she wanted to go and ‘Road Closed’ barriers had been erected. Neha really didn’t want to go back into town, but a car coming along the highway from the west turned and went up a small road directly opposite.

“Well, let’s play follow the leader.” Neha drove across the highway and was surprised when the road turned and started running parallel to the main road. The car in front stopped at a motel, so she decided to keep driving and see where the road went. It narrowed considerably the further she went, but just as she was thinking about turning around she spotted the highway. Neha looked back towards the town she had just left, but there was no sign of an accident.

“Huh. Must have been close to the intersection.” She picked up the tea and took a sip but hastily put it back down. “Fuck, that’s still hot. Oh well.”

The highway was deserted. Up until the last town there had been some traffic going in each direction but after driving another fifty kilometres she didn’t see a solitary vehicle. Neha started to feel like she was the last person on earth. Bits of branches and leaves, whipped up by the gusty wind, flew across the road and slapped into the car. The sky had darkened considerably and the smell of smoke was very strong. She took a sip of her tea, eyes darting left and right wondering where the fire was.

‘Behenchod, naturally…’ The cup tray decided it didn’t want to stay on the seat as she drove around a series of bends and it dropped between the seat and the door. The tea had cooled slightly, so Neha decided to hold the cup between her knees as she fiddled with the air conditioning controls, trying to block the stench of smoke and extract a bit more cooling.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move. She looked up and screamed as a large kangaroo bounced across the road in front of her. Neha jammed her foot hard on the brake and gasped with relief as the roo continued into the bush.

“Ohfuckohfuckoh… Oh, Uncle’s going to kill me.” The terror of nearly hitting a kangaroo faded as she felt a warm sensation spreading through her crotch. Neha looked down at the empty cup and the tea soaking into her clothes and the car seat.

“Great. Just great…” she grumbled. She forlornly looked in the back seat, knowing there wasn’t anything back there that would help soak up the spill. Neha bit her lip and debated about getting a shirt or something from her suitcase. In the short time she was considering her options, her skirt and panty had soaked up most of the mess. She squirmed uncomfortably and slid her skirt and underwear off, then squeezed the tea out of the window.

“Fuck you. Fuck you all. Fuck you kangaroo. Fuck you Vaibhav. Fuck you Australian summer.” She angrily threw her wet clothes into the back seat along with the empty cup, closed the window and started slowly driving. Neha hunched herself over the steering wheel, eyes wildly darting left and right looking for another suicidal kangaroo waiting to leap out at her. She rounded a corner and jerked to a stop. A fire truck was parked across the road, lights flashing.

A man in bright yellow overalls, hands on hips, was looking at a large tree that had fallen across the road. He turned to look at the intruder with a surprised look on his face. He waved at her to open the window and walked up to the car.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know there’s a bushfire back there?” he said in a deep, gravelly voice.

Neha pulled her top down to cover her nearly exposed vagina. She was surprised that the firefighter was an elderly man, probably much older than her father. “I didn’t know. I couldn’t get anything on the radio and nobody at the last town said anything.”

The firefighter pursed his lips and slowly exhaled. “Bloody hell, someone’s screwed up. Sorry Miss. The road’s blocked ahead. You’re going to have to turn around and quickly…”

A younger fireman stuck his head out of the truck and yelled. “Pop… Sorry, Captain! Radio update. Wind’s shifted and is about to cut the highway west of us.”

The old man raced to the truck and listened intently to the radio. “We’re screwed. No going home just yet. Fire’s changed direction and heading this way. We leave. Now.” he yelled at his crew. He pointed at a very scared Neha and said loudly over the rising wind. “Get in the back of the truck cab. You can’t stay here, and I’m not leaving you alone to go God knows where. That could be really bad.”

“But… But, I can’t leave my Uncle’s car here. What if someone steals it? He’ll be very upset.”

“Captain? We have to go. It’s about ten k’s behind us and spotting this way,” the radio operator anxiously yelled.

The Captain ran back to her car and jerked his thumb at the truck. “Look. Just get in that. I’ll lock your car. He might be lucky and not get a burnt out wreck. And his niece will be ok. That’s the main thing.”

Neha started to say she needed to get her clothes, but the Captain wrenched the door open and grabbed her arm. He blinked in surprise seeing her naked lower body but quickly recovered his composure. “No time. Just your licence and phone. We have to get to a safe place now, otherwise, we’re toast.”

The Captain quickly locked the car and followed Neha into the rear of the truck cab. He pulled a towel and a water bottle out of his kit bag and tossed them to her. “Here, it’s not much but drink this. You’ll need it. It could get a bit warm in here. And wrap that towel around you, will you? Is it normal to drive without any undies on where you come from?”

That remark caused the other two firefighters’ heads to whip around to look at Neha. She quickly lay the towel over her waist and tried to shrink into the corner of the truck.

“Eyes front you two!” barked the Captain. They reluctantly and slowly turned their heads to look out the front window.

“Where to, Captain?” the driver asked, trying not to turn and stare at Neha’s towel clad body. To Neha, the three crew members all looked vaguely the same.

“Jack Welsford’s shearing shed. It’s fairly close, paddock’s bare, and defendable with this shitbox. Sorry miss, shouldn’t swear in front of a lady.”

“No worries Dad, sorry, Cap.” The driver shoved the truck into gear and it lurched off. “Be a bloody sight easier if we hadn’t speared that tyre,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, I’m going to have words with Bill about that broken culvert. I told him a year ago about it.” The Captain turned to Neha. “Ok so now we’ve got a couple of minutes, do you mind telling me where you were going and how you got here? There was supposed to be a roadblock each side of us.”

Neha replied in a small voice, “I was heading to Nowra. I saw the police cars at the last town, but I thought it was an accident. I followed a car around another road, and I came out on the highway again. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to go any further. It’s been a really bad day and I’m hot and tired and my friend said I shouldn’t go this way and I thought I knew better and I’m sorry!!!” She then burst into tears.

The Captain rubbed his eyes and sighed. He pulled another small towel out of his bag and handed it to her. “Ok, ok. Great. Well, these things happen. That road. Did it go past a motel?”

Neha blew her nose in the towel and nodded.

“Yeah, I know what happened. It should have been blocked off. Not really your fault.”

A silence fell in the truck, apart from the crackle of the two-way radio. Neha had a hard time making out the conversation, but by the tone of the voices, people seemed to be worried.

The driver was cursing the broken truck and Bill – whoever Bill was, under his breath as he worked the truck slowly up a gravel track. He turned through an open gate over a bare paddock and up to an old farm shed.

“Well, this is probably the safest spot for the time being,” the driver said, looking over his shoulder at the still snuffling Neha. “Old Jack uses this for hunting with his mates as well as his shearing shed, so there’s a loo around the back if you need it. He’s got water and there should be a store of canned food, so we’ll be right for a bit. Don’t worry, we’ll look after you.”

Neha sniffed and gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

The Captain tapped the radio operator, who was staring open-mouthed at Neha, on the shoulder. “Stop catching flies and nip inside and put the billy on, then see if Jack’s left any bickies in a tin. I think we all could do with a cuppa. Thanks Tyler.”

He jumped into the front of the truck and grabbed the radio mike. “Group comms, Mystic Creek tanker one, over… Yeah Joan, we have taken refuge at Jack Welsford’s shearing shed off the highway… Water volume is down to 22%, and no opportunity to fill… Truck’s stuffed. Punctured the front left on a broken culvert along Boundary Track… There’s a 900 mill tree over the highway just east of it. We were looking for a way around to cut it. Oh, and we picked up a civilian in a white Nissan with Vic plates. She was heading west and unknowingly went around the roadblock… Yeah, ask the ICC to get those nongs in blue to move it east past the motel, where it’s always been in the past. Those know-it-all’s from Melbourne never learn.”

He turned to Neha, “What’s your name, love?”

“Neha, Neha Bhatt.”

He repeated it over the radio. “No, I don’t know how it’s spelt. B-u-t-t I guess. I’m sure the police will figure it out. She’s an Indian tourist, I’d say. Was heading to Nowra… The car’s locked up on the highway shoulder. No, we’ll be fairly right here. Send someone with a forklift or a high lift jack when it’s safe. Over.”

Neha tried to correct him. “It’s B-h-a-t-t…” She had heard enough jokes regarding her surname to last a lifetime.

“Fair enough. The cops will probably screw it up anyway.” He repeated her spelling to Joan, then hung up the microphone. “So, introductions. I’m Merv and the Captain of the local CFA. That’s Bob, my son, and the driver. The bloke looking for the biscuits is Tyler, who’s Bob’s son. He’s the hose guy.” Merv looked back the way they had come with a practised eye. Neha looked in the same direction. At first she couldn’t see anything besides a darkening haze, then off in the distance a flicker of orange above the trees caught her attention.

“You saw that? Merv asked.

Neha nodded.

“That’s a fair dinkum Aussie bushfire, love. And you drove right around the edge of it. Come on, let’s get inside. And you can tell us whatcha doing and why you’re half-naked. I know it’s a hot day, but seriously…”

Neha climbed down and readjusted the towel. It was barely long enough to go around her body and refused to stay tied in place. She looked back to where the fire had licked the tops of the trees. Nothing was visible, but she heard a deep roar that wasn’t just the wind blowing. She quickly climbed the steps into the shed.

Merv had made sure his crew was inside so Neha could climb down with her modesty semi-protected. He shook his head as she scampered inside. At least she was probably Indian and he could understand what she was saying. Dealing with a bloody tourist who couldn’t speak English would have been a bloody nightmare.

It took a few seconds for Neha’s eyes to adjust from the bright outside to the gloom of the shed. The building looked very old and made of sturdy timber framing with iron walls and roof. It was uncomfortably hot, and she wrinkled her nose as it was hit with a strong smell of some animal.

“Sheep. That’s what you can smell. They don’t smell nice like a woollen jumper. Takes a bit of time for townies to get used to it,” Bob said, seeing the look on her face.

“Oh, ok. So what do they do here with them?”

“Seriously? Well, I guess you don’t get out into the sticks much. Sheep come in one door, a shearer cuts the wool off, and kicks their naked bum out the other door. The sheep do their business all over the floor and the lanolin in the wool soaks into everything. After probably eighty years, the smell’s never going away.”

“Not unless the place burns down…” muttered Tyler from a corner of the shed. He was watching a large tin can sitting on a portable gas stove. Neha assumed he was boiling water for the tea.

“Shut up Tyler, you gloomy sod. We’ll be fine. There’s enough water in the truck to deal with any spotting. We’ll take it in turns keeping an eye out.” Merv said to his grandson. He looked around and found a wooden chair for Neha. “Here you go, love. Grab a seat. No point standing. We’ll be here a while.”

Neha carefully sat down and had a close look at the three firefighters. She definitely could see the family resemblance. Merv was quite tall and looked old. He had deep brown skin and short white hair. His eyes were a piercing blue that looked like they had seen the world and nothing new would surprise him.

Bob, his son, was a bit shorter but looked heavier. He was quite pale compared to his dad but had the same blue eyes. Tyler was taller and much leaner than the other two. He had half removed his overalls and tied the arms around his waist. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt under them and in spite of the circumstances, Neha’s eyes were drawn to his fit, muscled body.

Merv found another chair and sat beside Neha. “So love, what’s your story, and more importantly, how do you have your tea? Mind you it will have to be black. We weren’t expecting visitors so we didn’t bring any milk.”

Neha smiled in spite of herself and started telling the family an edited version of where she was from, why she was in Australia, and how she was now sitting semi-nude in a shearing shed in the middle of a bushfire.

She was just starting to talk about her surfing when Tyler handed her a chipped ceramic mug. “Here you go Miss. Tea and three. I added a bit of cold water to make it drinkable.” He rattled a tin. “And I found Jack’s secret stash of biscuits. Grab a couple.”

Neha looked at him and smiled. “Thank you, Tyler. That’s really nice. And call me Neha. I don’t think I’m much older than you, so you shouldn’t call me Miss.”

Tyler looked down and turned bright red. He stammered, “I’m twenty. Ok, no worries… Neha.” He scuttled back to finish handing the tea around.

Neha glanced at where he looked. The towel on one side had slipped off and her thigh was bare. She quickly hoisted it up and tucked one end over the other. Taking a sip of tea, she continued her story.

When she had finished, Bob laughed as he dunked a biscuit into his tea. “Bloody hell Neha, you’ve had a fun week. Tyler would give his right arm to go surfing again, wouldn’t you?”

Tyler, who was sitting down and leaning against a wall directly opposite Neha, nodded. “Yeah. Wouldn’t mind going to Bondi for a bit. Looks good on the telly.”

Merv snorted. “Kid, we know why you want to go there and it’s not for the surf. You just want to ummm, meet some of the foreign backpackers. Not that I’m casting nasturtiums at foreigners, love.” he hurriedly added, looking at Neha.

“Sorry? Throwing flowers?” asked Neha. Just when she thought she had learnt Australian, someone always managed to confuse her.

“Nasturtiums – aspersions. Sorry about that.”

“No worries. My mate from Melbourne says similar things.” Neha replied, smiling.

All three guys laughed at her attempt. Merv said, “Well, good to see your sense of humour has started to return.” He stood up and stretched. “Righto, let’s see what’s happening outside, then figure out what to do for dinner. Tyler, can you please lay out all the 38 hose? I don’t want to be fart arsing around coupling it together if we need it.”

“No worries Cap.” Tyler slowly got up from his spot against the wall and headed outside. He shot Neha a long, lingering look as he sauntered out.

Merv watched him go and sighed. “Gippsland’s God’s greatest bit of country, but unfortunately there’s not many women around this neck of the woods. Particularly one that’s flashing her bits. He’s a good kid though.” He looked at Neha and shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t really have much else you can use unless you want to borrow Bob’s shirt. I wouldn’t recommend it though. He’s had it on three days straight. It’s his lucky firefighting clobber. Oh, actually. Hang on.”

He wandered around the back of the shed and came back with a roll of thick twine and a very large bag. “Here you go. Use the string as a belt, and I found a half full bale of wool. It’ll make a reasonable bed.”

He handed Neha a pocket knife and walked outside. “Give us a yell when you’re sorted.”

“Thank you,” Neha replied. She pressed a foot onto the woven plastic bag. The bag was tough, but the wool inside felt really soft. In spite of what was happening outside, sleep was a very tempting idea.

‘And I guess I’m in Gippsland. Where does it say that on a map?’ she thought, remembering the fire weather warning on her phone. So long ago.

After a bit of trial and error, Neha managed to get her makeshift belt to stay in place. She did a twirl on the timber floor and was happy that the towel mostly stayed down. She wasn’t sure about Tyler. He was an ok looking guy, but there was something off with his attitude to her. Merv just seemed to see her as an inconvenience, and Bob… She didn’t know what to think of him. He had spent most of the time looking towards the approaching fire.

She went to the shed door and stared, open-mouthed. The sky had turned to night, even though it was only about 4 pm. The smell of burning forest was overpowering, and a light fall of ash was coating everything. The dull roar was getting louder and an orange glow was visible over the tops of the trees.

“Not something you really want to see,” said Bob, noticing Neha staring at the fire, her eyes widening as she realised she had come from that direction. “Still a fair way off, luckily. Part of living in the bush, unfortunately. You wait, with our luck we’ll have a flood just after this.”

He climbed the stairs and gently guided Neha back inside. “Best to stay inside unless you need to go, ok?”

Neha nodded and sat down on the bale of wool, knees drawn up tight under her chin. The roar of the approaching firestorm was absolutely terrifying to the Indian girl. She fervently wished she had taken Russ’s advice and turned left towards Melbourne, not straight into hell.

Merv was listening intently to the truck’s two-way radio, trying to catch any snippet of information about the fire’s behaviour. He came back inside and exhaled loudly, “Well, we’re alone. There’s no one else this side of the front. They’ve got strike teams attacking the edges, and six aircraft will be onsite within the hour. The good news is the wind should shift again in about four hours and drop significantly. Possibly a sprinkle of rain.”

Tyler followed him in and gave a harsh laugh, “Is that from the same cunts who reckoned we’d have a mild southerly? Fucking hell, they fucked that report up.”

“Oi!” snapped Merv, “there’s a lady present. Be polite!” He squatted down beside Neha, who was shivering despite the oppressive heat. “You picked a good time to go on holiday. How you going?”

Neha looked up at his weather beaten face and flung her arms around his neck, then burst into tears, “I’m so scared. I shouldn’t be here. My friend told me not to come this way but I thought I knew better.”

Merv felt embarrassed by the clutch, but he tried to hug her back. He grunted in pain as he tried to twist his arthritic back, so he instinctively swept Neha off the floor and sat on the bale with her in his lap. He figured she had to be in her mid-twenties, but she was lighter than any of the calves he mustered at his farm.

Neha buried her face in his shoulder and quietly sobbed. Merv sighed. This would be a terrifying situation for the average Aussie city slicker, but for someone who had no concept of how brutal the Australian bush could be, this would be pants wettingly horrifying. If she was wearing pants.

Neha shifted position and started to slip off. Merv reached around to support Neha and grabbed a handful of naked butt. Embarrassed at the touch, he tried to move his hand and say sorry but Neha shook her head in his shoulder and gave a muffled reply that it was fine.

He looked at the other two guys, confused as to what he should do. Bob shrugged, “The lady wants a hug, Dad. Don’t disappoint the poor girl. She’s had a rough day.”

Tyler looked over from the pile of old tins he was sorting through. “Yeah Pop. She’s really, uhh, huggable. I reckon you’re pretty lucky.”

Merv glared at his grandson, but they both were right. He wrapped his left arm around Neha’s shoulder and shifted the other to be more comfortable for both of them. Gently rocking back and forth he whispered in her ear that everything was fine, they were safe, and they would protect her. He sensed her starting to relax and he smiled thinking about the absurd situation they were in.

Neha snorted, sniffed and moved slightly as she started to doze off. Merv tensed, as his right hand wasn’t just holding a thigh anymore. His little finger was touching some soft skin folds that definitely weren’t a bum cheek. He bit his lower lip as something stirred in him that had been asleep for a long time. Well over twelve years, before his wife passed away.

He quickly looked at the other two. Bob had gone back to leaning against the door frame and looking at the glow of the fire. Tyler had wandered off to see what else Jack had stashed away in the shed. Ever so gently, he moved his little finger a bit further sideways. Yep, he nodded to himself, they were definitely Neha’s girly bits he was touching. Neha snuggled further into the old man’s chest and started snoring. She gave a quick jerk of her hips, and Merv’s whole hand was now caressing her fanny.

Merv licked his lips. Waves of conflicting thoughts rolled over him. He was supposed to be protecting this woman, not tickling her bits. But she had deliberately moved so her things were gently rubbing against his hand. Granted, she was asleep. And he was old. Old enough to be her grandfather. But she felt so good. And it had been such a long, long time. And this was not the time or place to be carrying on. Especially in front of family. Definitely not in front of Tyler.

He went to move his hand away but Neha snorted and shifted again. She mumbled “Nahi… hilo mat please…” and pushed herself down on his hand.

Merv slowly moved his middle finger along her crack. Neha sighed and snuggled deeper into his shoulder, and Merv was certain she had started to purr. He took a deep breath and gently pushed his middle finger up. It initially met some resistance, but once past her outer lips, his finger smoothly slid inside. This was now getting into ancient history for him. For the last twenty years of their time together, he regularly had perfectly adequate missionary sex with his wife once a week. Sliding a finger into a moist thingy was a distant memory.

Neha was snoring louder than his old McCulloch chainsaw. Merv couldn’t believe that she was still sleeping while his finger was moving around inside her. She was so soft and moist, but her vag still gripped his finger like it didn’t want it to go. Struck with a pang of guilt he stretched up and slowly started pulling his finger out.

“Ghusa andar… poora ghusa…” moaned the young tourist.

He had no clue what she was actually saying, but he could guess the meaning from what she was doing. Neha’s hips were gently rocking on his finger, and he heard her softly moan. Merv thought it was a good thing the oncoming firestorm was so loud, as he was sure the others would hear the young girl’s muttering. He bit his bottom lip and tried to calmly call his grandson.

“Hey Tyler, can you nip around the back of the shed and make sure there’s nothing flammable stored there. And have a look for spotting uphill in the bush. Should have done that earlier.”

Tyler stood from his can stacking and looked curiously at his grandad. “Sure Pop, no worries.”

Merv craned his head looking for Bob, but couldn’t see him. He assumed his son was doing something with the truck. It might belong to the Brigade, but Bob treated it like his own.

“Oh, this is so wrong on so many levels,” he muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and pulled his ring finger back from under her bum, then pushed it up beside his middle finger. Neha mumbled something unintelligible, and the side of her head rubbed slowly on his chest.

Merv slowly flexed his fingers. He could feel the change in the girl’s insides as he moved. She was lubricating herself and moving inside her was becoming easier. He lifted his left hand to hold her lolling head and gently kissed her.

“Well, love. I guess you’re ok with this, even if you’re snoozing. You know, I haven’t done this sort of thing for years. I suppose I just keep my digits moving. You seem to like that,” he whispered.

Neha sighed quietly and started moving to match the rhythm of Merv’s fingers. He started stroking her hair and focused on the increasingly moist young cunny. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, slowly exploring the insides of this much, much younger woman sitting on his lap. He tried to think of the last time he had done something similar but gave up. The memory was lost, if it ever existed.

Neha started to move her hips quicker, and Merv decided to stop and let her go. He was fascinated by her actions. His wife had never put so much energy into having sex, and he had never thought about fingering her. A lost opportunity…

Neha’s cunt juices were starting to run down his hand. He couldn’t believe how much liquid she was creating. “Well, you’re sure teaching an old dog some new tricks. Geez, you’re leaking more fluid than my old tractor. Reckon you’ll need a top-up after this.”

Neha started panting and moved a hand to rub her clit. The late night fuck session, an early start, and running on adrenilane because of the kangaroo and the fire had worn her out. She was happy just to have Merv cuddle her and tell her it was all going to be ok. When she had started to doze her sexual subconscious had taken over when it noticed Merv touching her. It had created vivid dreams in her head and was pushing towards a slow orgasm. As the mists rolled away she semi-consciously started to take control.

“Just a bit… bit more. Nearly, ahh…” Neha tilted her head back and let out a contented sigh. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled, “Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a minute. Oh, leave them there. It’s nice and relaxing.” She dropped a hand and held Merv’s wrist as he hurriedly tried to pull his fingers out.

“Look, I’m sorry love. It just sort of happened, and well, I…” he stammered.

“It’s ok Merv. I sort of knew what was happening, and to be honest, it helped take my mind off that fire. And I don’t think that I was entirely innocent,” she giggled. She released his arm and turned slightly to look at his weatherbeaten face. “I’ve been told I can be a bit forward when it comes to this sort of thing.”

“You’re not bloody wrong. Wandering around the bush half-naked is one thing, but this,” he said, wiggling his fingers, “is not something I expected to be doing today. Or ever again.”

He reluctantly removed his fingers and went to ruffle Neha’s hair. Noticing how sticky they were, he wiped them on his overalls. Neha stood slightly and dropped down to straddle his legs. Merv immediately regretted that. Neha’s skirt had twisted so her clean shaven lower body was visible through the ends of the towel. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of burning eucalyptus heavy in the air. Fighting a bushfire was so much easier than what this tourist was doing to him.

“Look, love. I really don’t know if this is the time or place to do whatever you think you want to do. And I’m too old for any shenanigans. I’m 72, for God’s sake! And why?”

Neha shrugged and kissed his cheek. “You saved me. If I hadn’t met you, I’d be in the middle of that fire. I’d like to do something nice to say thank you, and well, I don’t have anything else to give you but me. Most guys I’ve met think I do nice things to them, and I’m happy to do it.”

She looked thoughtfully at his yellow overalls, still fully buttoned up. “I think you look a bit warm in those. I’ll just unbutton them.”

Merv looked at her in a daze. “What… What are you doing? What if I need to go outside? No, I can’t take advantage of you…”

Neha finished undoing the press studs and ran her hand over his chest. She was impressed. He was certainly fitter than what she had expected a man of his age would be. “I’m sure it won’t take much to do these up. And I’m taking advantage of you. If you want me to stop…” She slid her hand down further and cupped his balls. They were hidden inside his underpants, but they felt good. His penis didn’t seem to be reacting to her touch, but she had a plan for that.

Merv closed his eyes and tried to think. He had now moved from ancient history into the world of pure fantasy. He’d been to buck’s nights over the years where they had strippers and stag movies, and he’d been to Melbourne with the brigade for training. Some of the training was bending the elbow in a bar, and there may have been naked women wandering around, but it always had been look, no touch in either direction.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the small woman who was gently massaging his tackle. She seemed so happy having sex with him. This wasn’t a chore to her, or something that a responsible wife had to do. Neha was having fun playing with an old man’s nuts.

Neha sensed him looking at her and looked up. “Can I try something? I think you’ll like it.”

Merv just waved a hand. Rational thought was rapidly disappearing. The dull orange glow outside the door that silhouetted the young girl sitting on his lap just added to the bizarre experience.

Neha reached forward and pushed Merv’s overalls off his shoulders, then tugged them down. She slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt and ran her hands over his chest. “I can’t believe you’re over 70. You’ve still got a great physique. I know guys much younger that are nowhere near as fit as you.”

“Thank you. You know, working on the farm… Keeps you in shape,” he mumbled, staring at the top of her head as it sank lower towards his body. He had half an idea of what she was planning, but his mind refused to accept the concept.

Neha slowly kissed down his body until she arrived at his underwear. She was a bit disappointed that his penis wasn’t trying to poke her in the eye, but assumed that between his age and being mugged by a stray woman, his cock was having a hard time figuring out what was going on.

She pulled his underwear down so he was free and looked up. “Okay?”

Merv nodded. “Righto,” he whispered.

Neha smiled and grasped his still flaccid shaft between her thumb and forefinger, then stretched. Once she had him as taut as possible, she slowly ran her tongue around the crown of his penis, then sucked it into her mouth. Once in the vacuum, Neha treated it like a lollipop, licking and flicking his slowly awakening tool.

Merv fell back and stared at the roof. “Oh my fucking god. Oh shit. Christ, that’s good. Fuck…”

Neha smiled to herself as she tugged his cock with her teeth and rolled his balls in her free hand. He’d been so strict with his crew, trying to keep their conversations ‘proper’ and here he was, swearing with every second word.

She released him from her mouth and started jerking his hardening cock. “Oi, there’s a lady present! Be polite.” she barked, mimicking his earlier words.

Merv looked at her in surprise, then broke out laughing. “You love, are really something else. I have never, ever had that done to me before. That was amazing.”

“Thank you, but I haven’t finished yet.” Neha licked her fingers and slid two inside her vagina. She knew she was wet, but made a show of fingering herself and then presenting her fingers to Merv.

“Lick.” she ordered.

Merv tentatively poked out his tongue and lightly touched Neha’s finger.

“No, lick. Suck them clean. I want you to taste me.”

Merv did what she asked. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it did taste nice. Sweet, with a muskiness he couldn’t quite place. Another first. The old dog was learning more new tricks.

Neha tightly squeezed his shaft. It had reacted to her work but still wasn’t as hard as she’d like. She thought about going back to giving him a blowjob but she really wanted a cock inside. She rose up and guided his penis into herself.

“Ohhh, Christ!” Merv groaned. He thought he must have slipped off the truck and hit his head. Having a young woman willing to lick his dick, then sit on it was just unreal. It had been a long time since he had anything close to an erection, and Neha was waking up long dormant muscles and thoughts.

Neha smiled as she felt Merv slowly expand inside her. She rested her hands on his chest and slowly circled her hips on his abdomen, trying to get him nice and hard before she tried anything vigorous. If he fell out now, Neha didn’t think he’d try and fuck her again.

“How is that Merv? You feel hard?”

“I honestly don’t know how I feel, love,” Merv admitted. “You feel nice, but I’m a bit lost…”

Neha rose slightly and gently twerked. “You feel good. Pretty thick. I can feel you getting hard.” She sat down and removed her top and bra.

“Shit…” Merv stared at the tits in front of him. Firm, small, beautiful, squeezable. He tentatively reached up with one hand to touch the fruit and lightly rubbed a finger over her nipple.

Neha leaned forward and pressed her hands hard on his chest. “Like this. As hard as you want.”

Merv licked his lips, nodded and gently placed his hands on her breasts. Neha smiled and started working her hips back and forth, slowly allowing him to slightly slide out then in, carefully judging how much was enough. He felt short, but there was a nice thickness that started to stretch and fill her. Idly, she wondered where the other two guys were. She hoped they stayed outside a while longer.

“What happened to your hand?” Neha had glanced down at the two hands caressing her boobs and was taken aback when she saw Merv was missing his little finger and most of the ring finger on his left hand.

Merv looked at her in surprise, then looked at his damaged hand. “Hmm, oh that. Chainsaw accident, years ago. Occupational hazard of a timber cutter. I got off lucky compared to some of my mates.”

He chuckled and ran the back of his left hand from Neha’s cheek to her stomach. “I don’t even think about it now. Well, maybe sometimes. Makes buying gloves a problem. My wife used to trim them down and restitch them to fit.”

His face fell, and he let his hands slide down to Neha’s hips. “Had to do that myself now. Well, I just use glue.”

Neha lowered herself onto Merv’s chest and put her hands under her chin. “Sorry, I didn’t ask if you were married. I just sort of mugged you.”

Merv put his arms around her and shrugged. “Nancy passed about twelve years ago. Bloody fags did her in. Smoked a pack a day, and she went down real quick at the end.” He gave a short, hard laugh. “She was a practical woman. Told me that I needed to get me some comfort because a man, no matter how old, has needs. I just nodded. I really didn’t think it would ever happen, and not like this.”

“So, are you ready…” Neha started to say.

“Well, Cap. The flyboys have turned up and… What the hell??? Dad???”

Bob had been tracking the fire response on the radio in the truck, and Tyler had been keeping him company. The promised aircraft had arrived and were slowly making an impact. Bob was wondering where his dad was hiding, as he usually had his ear glued to the radio. He wandered up the stairs and with the glow of the fire was confronted with Neha’s naked arse pointing at him. As his eyes adjusted, a pair of boots, yellow overalls, and his dad’s knobbly knees swam into his vision.

Neha looked over her shoulder at the orange silhouetted shape and sighed. She had hoped to finish Merv off without any interruptions, but she was prepared to accommodate the others. She shuddered thinking of what could have happened if she hadn’t been picked up by Merv and his crew. A bit of fun in the firestorm seemed like a small thing to say thanks for saving her life.

“Hi Bob. I just wanted to say thank you to your dad for insisting I came with you. That is really scary out there.”

“Pretty bloody funny way of showing it, but hey… What do I know about how kids say thanks nowadays? Tyler’s a mystery at times.” chuckled Bob. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. As a woman, Neha wasn’t really his cup of tea but watching her naked body sensuously work her hips on his dad was both erotic and disturbing.

Neha poked out her tongue at him and rocked her hips on Merv, which extracted a groan from both men. “I’m not a kid. I’m a professional software engineer who happens to like sex. Seeming all my stuff has probably been burnt in the car, I thought it would also take my mind off what was happening.”

Bob sat down beside her and tentatively ran his hand down her sweaty back. “How about you, dad? How’s it going?” The sight of his dad fucking a complete stranger was disconcerting, to say the least, but he tried to just look at his face or the naked female beside him.

Merv looked up at his son, held his palms up and shook his head in wonder. “I still don’t know how I wound up here, but I’m not complaining. I could do with a drink though. I’m sweating buckets.”

Bob stood up and rubbed his forehead. “No worries. I saw Tyler with a bottle of lime cordial. I’ll make you a glass.” He tried to look at the girl who was fucking his dad with a straight face. “What about you Neha? I guess you could do with a drink. You seem to be doing all the work.”

Neha arched her back and stretched up, her small boobs thrusting forwards. “Yes please. I don’t know how you guys can work in those overalls in this heat. Whatever they pay you, it’s not enough.”

“True. Mainly because we’re volunteers. The CFA – Country Fire Authority, is pretty much all volunteers out in the sticks.” Bob made two drinks and handed them back to the two fuckers.

“Thank you. Huh, all volunteers? I did wonder why an older gentleman was working as a fireman and not retired.”

Merv reached up and lazily pulled one of Neha’s nipples. “I’m not that old for volunteering. Out here, as long as you’re fit, you’re needed. Bloody big area and not a lot of people.”

“We don’t have volunteer firemen at home. But we also don’t have fires like this.” Neha lifted herself slightly and rotated on Merv’s dick so she was looking out the door. She was mesmerised by the ferocity of the fire. The sound was of some hideous mythical beast, howling and screaming as it ran rampant through the forest, devouring everything in its path and spitting destruction ahead of it. She couldn’t believe that everyone’s life was in the hands of a few dedicated volunteers trying to subdue that awful monster.

Bob stared at Neha. He’d fucked many, many women when he was away from home. A quickie out the back of a pub, maybe in the sleeper cab of his truck, occasionally in a motel. It was always furtive, sneaking around, get in, get out and then disappear. This girl was different. She didn’t seem to care that she had been half naked and was carrying on a normal conversation while fucking his dad. He tried to ignore that it was his father, and imagined it just a guy fucking his girlfriend. That helped. Slightly. His dick agreed, and started demanding to be let out.

“Umm, Neha? This is really an odd thing to ask right now, but… err,” said Bob, stumbling over his words. His hand had unconsciously dropped to his crotch and was massaging his genitals.

Neha tore her eyes away from the inferno and smiled at Bob rubbing himself. “Would you like me to suck your cock? I’d be happy to do that.”

“That would be good. Great. Yeah, bloody marvellous. Thanks.” He quickly dropped his overalls to his knees and presented his dick to Neha for inspection.

Neha cradled his balls in one hand and slowly licked his cock. It rapidly expanded to its full length, much faster than Merv had reacted. She assumed that was because of his age. If Tyler was twenty and Merv seventy two, then she guessed Bob was probably in his mid-forties. That was around the same age as her old ogre landlord, Vishwa. Old enough to have a world of experience, young enough to get hard quickly. Bob’s cock was shorter and thinner than Shrek’s, but it was still inviting. Her Anglo fuck count was going to rapidly increase by the end of the day. She sniggered. Madiha was going to be so jealous.

“Bloody hell, Bob,” Merv grumbled, lightly running one hand down Neha’s back. “You could have done the polite thing and gone back outside until we’d finished. I really don’t need to see your willy.”

“I don’t mind having both of you,” said Neha. “I’m actually pretty happy with this. You feel great inside me, and Bob tastes nice.”

“I did not need to know that.”

Merv closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the sound of the fire, not the sound of Neha slurping his son’s cock. Neha was still working his cock in her vagina, and he had to admit, she was talented. He never thought a normal woman would do such things. He’d been to enough buck’s nights over the years where strippers would, with some cash coaxing, do a bit extra for the lads. Hell, he’d been at a session where seven guys had fucked the one girl at the same time. One up the bum, one in the front, one between her boobs, one guy in each hand, and two in her mouth. That took a bit of logistics to get everyone in the right place. Took a bit to convince the two guys to shove their dicks together in her mouth as they thought it was a bit gay, but it was something amazing to watch.

He heard regular little ‘humph’ sounds coming from Neha, and groans from Bob. Merv didn’t know what his son got up to on his interstate truck delivery runs, but he was pretty sure he didn’t stay faithful to his wife. Hell, he had no hesitation giving his cock to the Indian lady. He half opened one eye. Bob had his hands on the back of Neha’s head and she was bobbing herself deep onto him. He quickly closed it again.

Bob had pushed his fingers into Neha’s long black hair and was massaging her scalp. Blowjobs were fine, but he prefered fucking. In his experience not a lot of women knew how to give good head. Admittedly, they were usually rushed but Neha really knew her way around a cock. Licking, nibbling, the feel of her tonsils on his head – it was so good.

“Righto Neha. Fuck, I’m going to shoot soon. Stop or tell me where.” Bob panted. Neha looked up at him with his dick right in and tapped her throat.

“You’ll swallow? No worries.” That was also going to be good. He was sure Neha would make sure everything went down, not held in the mouth and spat out.

Neha nodded in confirmation and started her finishing run. Gently squeezing his balls to coax production, swirling her tongue over his cut tip and around his shaft, raking her teeth over the bump where his foreskin had been removed… She’d closed her eyes so she could concentrate on both cocks in her. Merv was still reasonably hard down below, and Bob was just starting to give the little twitch that signalled a guy was going to come.