Clipboard man came down the aisle collecting the contracts and she handed hers in silently. Once he had them all he returned to the front of the plane and called out, “Okay. Prepare for departure.” He locked the airplane door, strapped himself into an empty seat, and the plane taxied over to a runway. A couple of other airplanes took off first and they looked huge beside the little one she was in. But their plane didn’t need much runway to lift off and was soon banking over the city, then heading due east.
Clipboard man stood up and moved to the front again. “Coopersville is a medium-sized town of about a quarter million inhabitants. Our community is on the outskirts of the city and most of our people work in town. Whatever career you want or kind of job you’d like, you should be able to find there. If you want to study, there’s a community college in town and we will pay all your study expenses as long as you pass your tests. Unemployment is very low and the town council is not corrupt or inefficient. Our own people have lived in this area for half a dozen generations now and we are active in local affairs.”
Esther really hoped that didn’t mean the town was as corrupt as hell, but that their community was running the crime. But really, if they were the bad guys why would they advertise for women. Surely they’d just buy them or kidnap them instead of getting them so openly?
“All the people born in our community share the surname Cooper. We were the original inhabitants of Coopersville and have kept the name to illustrate our connection. My name is Xola. It starts with an X, not a Z though.” The man grinned at them and suddenly looked years younger than he had before. Esther decided likely he wasn’t really all that much older than her after all. Maybe thirty, but no more than that.
“The reason we advertised for women is that for several generations now far more boys than girls have been born into our community. At first our leader was concerned that it was because of inbreeding, although many of our members had found partners outside the town. More recently we’ve learned that it’s a worldwide problem. People like us seem to give birth to two boys for every girl. Hence our need for brides for our men, and the need for men to share a woman.”
He waited quite a while this time, as if expecting questions. Esther looked around the airplane as best she could, but none of the other women had raised her hand, or seemed particularly upset or concerned at the news. After all, if they were flying women into the town, there had to be a reason for spending so much time and effort to do that.
“Over the past year our unmarried men have formed themselves into pairs. Two men who are used to working with each other and are prepared to share a woman. Men who have stood the test of time as good friends or companions. When you choose your husbands, you will be choosing a pair. The two men you’ll marry. Do you understand? Are there any questions?”
“How many pairs are there to choose from? Like, I mean, is there just enough for us each to have a pair?”
The question came from right up the back and Esther didn’t see which woman had asked it.
“We advertised for twelve women. Only nine passed our tests and agreed to come. So even the woman who decides last will have a choice,” replied Xola.
He waited for a while, Esther guessed it was for any other questions, but no one said anything. Finally he said, “There is one other thing you all need to know.” He clicked his fingers together and the curtain behind him into the cockpit parted. Esther got a glimpse of the back of the pilot’s head, and then a big black dog stood beside Xola.
Xola clicked his fingers again and the dog paced through the cabin, stopping beside each seat. Some of the women stared at him, others petted his head. Esther was trying to work out what was happening. Obviously this was some kind of test, but what for? When the dog stopped by her she stroked his head and ears. His fur was silky soft so he was evidently well cared for. But he was very big with a long tail and she had no idea what breed he was, never having owned a companion animal or even had a close friend with a dog.
Eventually the dog had visited each of the women and stalked back to Xola. He did look quite fierce, but he had behaved with perfect manners. Was he perhaps a guard dog or something?
Xola clicked his fingers a third time and the huge dog shimmered, and turned into the man who’d helped with the luggage. Xola held his clipboard over the man’s genitals, hiding them, but Esther didn’t think anyone would be checking out his cock. Most of the women were gasping and chattering. One had shrieked, although whether that was in fear or surprise, Esther wasn’t sure. She really couldn’t think right now. Fucking hell. What have I agreed to?
For a moment she worried that she was likening sex to just having fun, but these men were more than fun to her. She genuinely liked them, which was by no means saying she would marry them. But none of the other men had stirred her heart the way Xola had the moment he’d looked at her. And Kairu was so sweet, helpful, and genuine, it was impossible not to like him.
Both men were already undressing. It didn’t take her long to shrug out of her jeans and shirt, piling them on top of her sweater and leaving her shoes and sox beside the rug. She sat still wondering what Xola’s instructions would be. And it would be Xola giving the instructions, already she knew that.
“Lie on your back, Kairu, and Esther, you get on all fours over him so you can suck his dick.”
Ah, so it was to be a sixty-nine. But what about Xola?
She placed herself over Kairu’s cock. It was a fine piece of manhood, long and thick, the head just slightly flat and it bounced straight up out of a nest of reddish-brown curls, one shade darker than the hair on his head.
When Xola grabbed hold of her hips and drove into her cunt from behind Esther shivered in delight. A man licking her clit and a man fucking her, both at once. She’d climax in a nanosecond and never remember to suck poor Kairu at all unless she concentrated properly.
First she needed to identify his flavor. Would he be salty or sweet or spicy? There was already a drop of pre-cum on the eye of his cockhead so she flicked her tongue over it, drawing it into her mouth and testing it. Hmm. No, none of the above. He was more earthy and quite delicious. Now she ran her tongue up the side of his shaft, flattening it to feel the pulse from his big vein as she wet him thoroughly. Up and down she licked before taking his head into her mouth and sucking hard. Aha. That got him. He released a few more drops of his essence into her mouth. This time when she let him out, she ran her tongue under the ridge that joined the head of his cock to his shaft. Again she tasted more semen on her lips so she sucked him a little more. Oh, yes. She was enjoying this.
But it was so hard to concentrate. Xola had tilted her hips was driving deep inside her pussy, hitting her G-spot over and over until her knees wobbled with the effort of staying upright on them. Her hands were busy holding Kairu’s cock so only her knees were supporting her right now. Kairu was also driving her mad playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples, and licking and sucking her clit. Her brain was frying from sensory overload and trying to please Kairu was getting very difficult. She wanted to flop down and just come but that wasn’t very kind of her.
Esther held Kairu’s cock firmly in one hand and gently scraped her teeth over his cockhead, nibbling the loose skin of his shaft before sucking him again. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked a little harder, only to be rewarded by more of his earthy flavor. She rolled his balls in her spare hand, and ran a fingernail over the sac and along the inside of his thigh. In retaliation he puffed warm air on her clit and gave it a sharp little nip.
This game was almost over. The orgasm in her belly was almost overpowering her now. In desperation Esther sucked on Kairu’s cock one last time before she shattered. As she came, her mouth filled with cum. Relieved at the result, she swallowed him down then sucked his cockhead again, drawing more seed from him. Behind her Xola pumped harder and faster, then her pussy was full of his essence and at last she could relax and drop down onto the rug. Both men held her tightly as she shook and spasmed.
It seemed like a long time later when Xola sat up and cleansed her with a handful of wipes, before passing another handful to Kairu and then taking care of himself. She pulled her clothing back on then accepted another can of soda from Kairu.
“You two are a pretty devastating team when you get together,” she said.
“We could be even more devastating if you’d let us. What do you know of BDSM?”