Terry And The Pirates: Skipping Dinner (Patreon)

1946: Jane Allen has been tricked into helping Burma be smuggled into China, courtesy of Air Cathay. To avoid implicating the pilots, Terry Lee and Hotshot Charlie, Jane agrees to go along with the deception—including allowing Burma to stay in her apartment. Something sure to complicate her developing romance with Terry… a man Burma’s also had her sights on…

“I came to take Jane Allen to dinner, Burma,” Terry said, sounding far too innocent for a guy who looked as good as he did. “We’d love to have you make it a threesome, huh, Jane?”

“Why, ah, yes, Terry,” Jane said unconvincingly—she’d learned to be far more of a lady than Burma ever had, but Burma had learned how to be far more impolite than her.

“Oh, no—there are so many things I want to talk to you about,” Burma told Terry, petting his cheek fondly. “It wouldn’t be fair to Jane to bore her with our personal Old Home Week.” Although if anyone should be comfortable with ‘boring,’ it oughta be Big Jane (she thought to herself, never letting it show on her pleasantly smiling face). “Let’s you and I have a date alone just as soon as possible…”

“Yeah, man!” Terry replied, his enthusiasm for the idea making Burma feel a lot better about her strategic withdrawal tonight.

Burma shot a quick glance at Jane, her wordless look asking if the big brunette had caught Terry’s reaction, before sealing the deal. “You two run along now! Auntie B will have her hot milk and go to bed early.”

“You haven’t changed a bit, Burma!” Terry cooed, sounding like that struck him as a very good thing. “Always kidding around…”

“Oh! Some of my powder rubbed off on your jacket, Terry.” Burma brushed at the broad shoulders that had come with Terry’s manhood—she hoped all of his body had the same kind of vibrant muscle she felt underneath his clothes. “You’ll probably think of me every time you smell it this evening.”

“I doubt that!” Jane retorted, and with a brusqueness fitting her size, she charged in to seize Terry by the lapels and kissed him.

Terry felt the overwhelming force of her femininity. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, tasting his tongue and thrusting her flavor onto his taste buds. All he could think was that, after all the talk of powder and make-up and mouthwash and even undergarments, nothing was more intimate than a girl’s taste.

Burma sneered at Jane. She was several inches taller than her, but weighed only a little more. Jane had a muscular build with a large round backside and well-shaped legs. Her stomach was hard and flat, narrowing waspishly like it’d been chiseled out of the curvy fullness that otherwise formed her hourglass figure. Her breasts were as full and well-rounded as her hips; perfect hills which stood out straight from her chest. Her nipples were hard and stiff, even through her bra, looking like weapons for her to assault her prey with.

“Check that,” Jane concluded, backing away from the twitterpated lieutenant. “I’ll say Terry won’t be thinking of much of anything tonight.”

“Handy for your reputation as a sterling conversationalist,” Burma snapped. “Let me get his mind going again, just so he doesn’t walk into any doors on ya!”

Then she was kissing Terry, her lips rubbing on the gloss Jane had left behind, her tongue forcing its way into Terry’s numb mouth to find his flavor even if she had to delve through the taste of Jane to do it. And Terry responded. Inexpert but enthusiastic, the first volley had robbed him of his willpower. Now the second volley got results. His erection grew without restraint, tenting out his slacks with proof positive of just how well-endowed he was.

Burma startled to feel it rubbing against her leg on the way up, then mewled blissfully… now certain she’d be taking Terry for herself. It wasn’t a game anymore, no petty competition between her and a playful rival. Now she meant to get all the pleasure she could out of that male blessing.

But with the way Jane had been scandalized by Burma’s assault on Terry, it was inevitable she’d notice too the bulging rise at Terry’s groin. “Holy Toledo!”

Burma snickered. “That’s a lot for even a Big Jane, huh? Maybe you oughtn’t go to dinner—the portions are clearly too large for you!”

Jane planted her hands on her hips; she wasn’t a fan of the way Burma was still pressed up against Terry. “But you’d measure up, huh?” she asked acidly.

“Call it blonde ambition,” Burma replied.

Jane’s lips quirked. “I get it now!” She stepped in like she was cutting into a dance between Terry and Burma, shouldering Burma aside to grope Terry herself, so flush was she with the cleverness of seeing through Burma’s ‘con’. “A little magic trick to convince me that he’s got a Howitzer down there and I’ll be scared—“ She stopped short, looking at Burma now. Her mouth quivered with emotion. “It’s… it’s warm. It’s big!”

“I tried to tell you,” Burma cooed to her.

Terry couldn’t take anymore. If the situation was robbing the girls of their good sense, it wasn’t leaving any for him either. “For God’s sake, don’t just describe it!” he hissed. “Do something with it!”

“Sounds like an order from a superior officer to me!” Burma laughed. She pushed Terry to the bed. “Don’t worry your pretty WAC head, Jane. I’ll draw this detail!”

“Hey now, wait a minute!” Jane cried, watching in disbelief as Burman opened Terry’s belt, drew down his zipper, and tugged everything below the waist down to his knees. His erection sprang up, proud and true—Jane felt like taking a big step back. “He’s taking me out, remember? You already begged off for the night! You’re going to bed!”

“I certainly am!” Burma breathed, straddling Terry’s hips. “Get the lights for us, Jane darling. And I’ll remind Terry he owes you a rain check. If you have a reservation, tell the Maître d' that something came up! All the way up!”

Terry exhaled softly as Burma nuzzled her wet, heated pussy up under his manhood. He felt the folds of her labia, sticky and warm, on the underside of his cock. They felt like they were sucking at his prick whem she pressed them up together.

He rolled his hips slowly upward, sliding his cockhead up under Burma’s dress to touch her panties and garters. The friction of soft skin, silk hose, satiny lingerie was almost too much for his erection. He felt like somehow he’d been masturbating for hours, on the verge of ejaculation, with Burma in his lap and at play with his member.

“You’re lucky I spared you this!” Burma trilled sadistically, easing herself forward so that Terry’s cock was lowered down to his stomach, sandwiched between Burma’s groin and his own body. It felt like she was giving him a lapdance, only with the projector turned upside-down or something. “Imagine giving a goodnight kiss to this monster! You wouldn’t be done until morning!”

“Oh, I have to see this!” Jane said, charging in to belly-flop onto the foot of the bed and army crawl under Burma’s dress. “If you wanna steal my man, better believe you’re getting all of him! Let’s see if you can satisfy as much as you tease, Madame Noir!”

“Madame Noir? What’s she talking about?” Terry asked, but Jane had already muscled Burma up into the air and now she grabbed hold of Terry’s cock by the base, pointing it upward until the tip brushed against Burma’s slit.

Burma immediately lowered herself down onto Terry’s engorged cockhead, working her slit over its burgeoning girth. “Lord almighty!” she moaned, her eyes tightly shut. “It’s gonna open a tunnel in me!”

“You want to stop?” Terry groaned, hating himself for asking the question, but too much a gentleman to go through with this if it was hurting Burma, no matter how good it felt on his side of the Atlantic.

“Not on your life!” Burma immediately snapped.

She inched downward, painstakingly capturing his thick shaft with her tight, hungry snatch, feeling the big manly bludgeon throb and grind against her inner walls. Burma pulled up suddenly, sparing herself the gradually intensifying pain of being stretched around his erection—then, taking a deep breath, she lunged down on him, eyelids fluttering as she literally smacked herself down onto the girthy midpoint of his fat prick.

“Uuuuunnnnh!” she groaned, feeling his cockhead thrusting into her belly, taking up what seemed like all the space inside her that had ever grown used to company.

He was entering virgin areas of her now, fucking her fully for the first time, taking away whatever vestiges of maidenhood she could ever pretend to… God, it hurt to be this much of a slut! But she loved the way it hurt, the slattern intensity with which she could be this much of a woman for this much of a man.

Terry couldn’t believe that such a petite opening could take so much cock. He wondered where the hell it was all going. It didn’t occur to him that the reason Burma seemed so tight and tiny was because of his massive endowment, not for lack of use. He jerked his hips upward, lifting a mewling Burma off the bed, just to see if he’d really penetrated her.

Jane watched Burma’s sex gulp down still more of Terry’s long, hard manhood, and the viewing made her dizzy with lust. She salivated, her throat burning with a desire to be wrapped around something. Lowering herself down between Terry’s spread legs, she flicked out her tongue to run them over the massive balls that went with his awe-inspiring endowment.

“GGH!” Terry moaned, feeling a hot, eager mouth pleasuring his balls and realizing it could only be Jane doing her own part for the war effort. “Oh, this is nuts!”

Burma would’ve agreed if she weren’t lost in a haze of raw pleasure, feeling Terry’s prick pull her cunt open to get to its furthest depths. She was so far gone that she was helping him ravage her, pumping her body up and down on its invader, sliding his thick meat back and forth in her cunt with increasing speed as the passage eased, as she was ruined for other men and inducted into the ecstasy of being wrapped around his fat prick.

“I… I… can’t believe this!” she gasped. “It’s so… big… so… MUCH!”

Jane eyed the giant, masculine slab, saw it disappear and then be freed from Burma’s opening. Already it glistened wetly from the juicy arousal that Burma’s cunt had painted on it. When Burma jerked upward, Jane quickly darted in to lick Terry’s shaft.

“Delicious,” she murmured, inhaling the perfumed musk of male and female sex, the heady flavor of Terry’s prick, and not stopping to think how much Burma had contributed to the reeling assault on her senses that Jane was so enjoying.

She shoved her lips into Terry’s full, bulging scrotum in a wild kiss, sucking his throbbing balls into her mouth. She licked under them, rubbing her tongue into the wiry hairs that dotted Terry’s sack, then inched her head downward to draw her tongue along the seam of flesh on the underside of his scrotum.

“Oh fuck!” Terry grunted, flipping Burma onto her back and mounting her, leaving Jane scrambling to get back under Burma’s dress as Terry lifted it up out of the way like he was removing a tablecloth.

Burma looked over his shoulder as he pumped savagely into her, his violent thrusts bouncing her up and down as much as his hips were pistoning like hydraulics. “Oh shit!” she grunted herself. “Are you eating his balls, Jane? Oh, you wild bitch, that is big of you…!”

Jane grabbed a handful of Terry’s balls and a handful of his thrusting ass, squeezing the meat of his flank only a little less roughly than she was handling his scrotum. Already, she could feel the vibrations of his swarming semen tickle at her palm. She squeezed her thighs together and a stab of pleasure seared through her.

She couldn’t believe she’d let Burma get her hands on Terry’s cock, much less her womanhood, but at the same time she was grateful to the blonde. Big Jane would definitely be getting more than a goodnight kiss now, thanks to the little slut.

Terry grasped Burma’s firm breasts with both hands and forced them together, shoving his face against her taut nipples, mouthing and gnawing at their creamy stiffness. Burma’s eyes crossed while her underappreciated tits suddenly had all the attention they could handle.

A throbbing climax swept through Burma, while Jane felt an answering jab of lust, seeing how Burma enjoyed herself. Burma panted wildly, her expression knotted so tightly it seemed pained, while Jane suffocated her aroused moans into Terry’s ass, kissing all of the sweet, boyish flesh that she could get her lips on.

Terry could hardly believe how tight Burma’s sex had become. Shouldn’t it get looser and looser as he fucked it? But now he could barely move inside her. As she shuddered her way through a tense orgasm, her inner muscles sucked hard on his plunging shaft, the walls inside her convulsing with rippling spasms, like Burma wanted to pull even more of him into her snatch, all that she could get!