"Just can't keep away from cock, can you?"
Ann jumped at the familiar ring of that careful drawl. "Mike! Mike!" For a second she was relieved to see the face of the well-dressed man in the dim candlelight who looked like a specter standing there in the darkness of the doorway.
"They raped me!" she blurted out, clawing over the bodies of the two Mexicans as she pulled herself out of the mass of flesh that lay sweating in the heat of the summer night.
"Get your clothes on," Mike growled and, taking her by the hand pulled her off the bed with such force that she lay naked at his feet, groveling in the pile of liquor, bottles that clattered as she threw the broken bits and pieces away from her tender flesh.
Mike was counting out bills now from his alligator wallet as Ann sobbed hysterically, pulling on her torn and dirty dress. She had lost her panties in the foray and her stockings were anything but presentable as she held their transparent remains before the dim light for examination.
"Good work, boys." He handed Enrico and Caesar a generous handful of bills.
"Why, you son of a bitch!" screamed Ann in a shrill soprano voice. "You paid these men to rape me!" She was standing now, her once fashionable dress in shreds, her knees bleeding from the broken bottles that had ground into her feminine flesh, and picking up tier heavy platform shoe, wielded it over her head like a sword ready for attack. She wanted to smash his face in, see him bloody and humiliated on his knees. But Mike's strong hand caught her forearm in a vise-like grip that buckled her legs from the agony of his twisting arm that sent her to her knees, before him, a broken woman.
"I'm not through with you yet, you bitch!" Mike's scowl had turned to a crooked smile now as he studied the tear-stained face of the woman before him. Her thick yellow hair looked like a lion's mane, and her face was smeared with dirt and mascara. A tiny trickle of blood, the only color in the dark room, ran down her chin – a self-inflicted wound from biting her lip in the wild, passionate orgasm she had just gone through.
"Now get to your feet! We're taking a little ride," he snarled. "Would Ann like to play stewardess to the honorable Mr. Golgan?"
"No, no, please no," whimpered Ann, choking on the helplessness of her situation. "I've had enough. Kill me, do whatever you want with me, but please, just please leave me alone."
"Come on, Ann. Get to your feet!" snarled Mike. "Quit acting like Miss Goody Two Shoes. I've seen you beg for someone to fuck you, I've seen you show off that body of yours like a stripper. I've seen you eat dirt and cock at the same time. You humiliated me once – once too often. And now, my dear lady," he snarled, taking her by the hair and forcefully pulling her to her feet, "you are going to do me a favor. You are going to make me some money, some big money. I hope you like cocaine. Mr. Golgan is here with a sample." He tightened his grip on the roots of her hair and gave an extra convincing tug. "Because if he likes the little show you and a good friend of yours are going to put on, I am in business." He spoke the last words slowly.
"You're crazy!" she screamed at such volume that the two Mexicans ran from the shack, still naked.
"It'll teach you to stop rubbing against my men. The walls have ears you know!"
"You said," she gasped from the pain of her hair being pulled by the roots, "that it was John you wanted to fly…"
"That comes later. Right now there are other more imminent matters." He let her loose then and called for the chauffeur. "Hey! You, driver, come back here!"
In minutes they were back in the black limousine on their way to the air strip where another of Mike's planes awaited her arrival. Ann shuddered and quaked from the chill coursing through her bloodstream. Christ, will I ever get back to California? she moaned to herself as an unidentified arm helped her into the plane where she immediately headed for the restroom to tidy up her disheveled body.
She cried in shock at the sight reflected in the mirror. Certainly that couldn't be Ann Barotl she cried silently. Her tanned face was streaked with mascara and tears. She had lost her purse in the shack and she fumbled through the medicine cabinet for a brush. She cried with joy at the sight of a fully equipped make-up bag and washcloths. She cleaned her face off with gentle wipes and building from scratch, applied layer after layer of makeup to her visibly tortured face.
"Much better," she sighed as she smeared another layer of brown-red lipstick over her swollen lips. With a safety pin, she gathered together the gaping wounds in her new dress, and walked out to her fate.
"Ann, you remember my friend, Mr. Golgan?" Ann extended her hand, glancing around the interior of the plane. All the seats had been removed to allow more freedom of movement, mused Ann, and replaced with large, brightly covered pillows. In the center was a round mattress, conspicuously a stage for Mike's lewd performances. The ceiling was painted with cupids, their tiny penises circled with haloes. The walls were papered with mylar that shimmered in the dimness of the candlelight. Mike has outdone himself, thought Ann as she scanned the plane's cabin to see the oriental, Fred, sitting on a nearby pillow chopping up a white powder with a razor blade. It clinked as it slapped against the small mirror built into an end table. How clever thought Ann; he has it all set up. Ross, the big negro, sat next to Fred, his long legs stretched out before him and Ann almost fell over him as she searched the room for an empty spot to rest her wracked body.
"Why… Ann?" A voice from a dark corner echoed her suspicions. It was Trudy!
"What are you?…" Ann rose to her feet and approached the cowering body of her friend. "I thought you'd left?"
"Shhhh," warned Trudy, holding her finger over her mouth. "We're in for it now."
"I know." Ann nodded her head.
"Before this whole lurid scene starts, I want you to promise that you won't hate me," she stuttered. "I mean, it's because we have to, if we ever want to get out of his hell-hole alive."
"Okay." Ann patted Trudy on the knee reassuringly.
Mike Boston returned from the cock pit. "Ladies, I'm sure you have both met Mr. Golgan, correct?" He sounded like a tourist guide. "He has graciously treated us to some fine cocaine and I would be most appreciative if you would tell me what you think of it… after we have pleased Mr. Golgan." He stared into Ann's flooding eyes.
Politely, Ann accepted the mirror,.now detached from its base, and, placing the straw to her nostril, took a deep sniff. The sensation stung her sinus membranes and she felt a strange compulsion to sneeze, but seeing Mike's eyes burning into her brain, she obediently took another long snort before passing it on to Trudy who anxiously awaited her turn.
"He told me that's why he wanted me to stay – to help him taste this shit. Should have known better!" whispered Trudy in a husky voice.
The bizarre mixture of wine and cocaine shot through Ann's body and suddenly she felt alive again – very alive. And even more so, she felt happy and gregarious. Another mirror was passed now and with anxious anticipation she snorted loudly, the cocaine soaring to her brain, making every corner of it consciously alert. Ann felt her body tingling in a tactile sensuous way. Her mind was darkened and she didn't care to think, only feel.
All of them now, Mr. Golgan, Fred, Mike and Ross were seated on pillows, everyone obviously anxious for action.
"That's enough," announced Mike. "Our friend is ready for a little action." Mike's two goons sat silently with absent smiles on their faces, waiting, knowing what would come next.
"How about a little show, girls?" urged Mike. "Trudy you're the experienced one. Let's get on with it."
Trudy shot one look of sad apology at her friend Ann who sat nervously paring her fingernails with her left hand. Slowly then, Trudy stood up and pulled her dress off and Ann could hear the men catch their breath, slicing through the darkness of the dimly lit plane cabin. Despite the darkness of her corner, Ann could see that Trudy had maintained her figure and all she was wearing was a brassiere and black silk stockings. She hadn't bothered with panties, an old habit of hers, thought Ann. She stood there obscenely naked, her wedge of pussy hair showing, and, as Ann looked, she saw her vaginal lips swelling with desire.
Slowly, upon cue, Ann stood up and reached behind to unhook the single safety pin that secured her tattered dress. Trudy slipped behind her and helped, pulling her dress down to her waist and helping her get the dress off her shoulders, letting her hands slip down to cup her breasts while the tip of her tongue licked at the back of her neck and sent goosebumps down her spine.
So this was what Mike had planned. Ann thought, like Trudy I've done most everything else – I've turned tricks, I've done many perverted things, but never this. He wants to turn me into a lesbian!
Trudy, standing behind her, let her arms slide down over her stomach and her fingers gently teased the lips of Ann's vagina, now naked and unprotected. "Please don't hate me for this," Trudy repeated her plea.
A shudder ran through the fearful blonde's body as she felt one of Trudy's hands slip behind her and salaciously run her hand up and down her spine with a light touch of her fingertips. Ann's mind was fogged by the wine and cocaine and she did not resist when Trudy's hands were all over her, nibbling at her nipples, sliding over her buttocks and whispering over her vagina, arousing her in a way. no man ever could, exciting her in a lewd way that only another woman could know.
Trudy turned her around so that they stood facing one another, quite close, and Trudy let her tongue lick out so that it just touched Ann's lips. She closed her eyes and could feel Trudy's fingers pulling her dress over her hips. It was slipping low and she could feel the tips of her fingers expertly caressing. her vagina, feeling unerringly for her clitoris and exciting it, rubbing it into vibrant life.
Hot sensual feeling mounted through her body and her mind drifted as she felt Trudy's tongue on her lips and her fingers on her clitoris. Despite herself, her body began to move and she remembered something she had once wished. It was almost as if Mike could read her lewd mind. She remembered wanting to be on a stage, naked, and do whatever she was commanded to do. She remembered the excitement of such an idea and of all the people caressing her and of all the cocks around her.
Only this was real and more exciting! This was raw sensual lewdness and she was behaving in a perverted way while men watched and approved and soon, soon, they would be fucking her and she would be ready!
Time had stopped again and she realized that her dress was off, that she had stepped out of it and she was standing with her legs wide apart and Trudy's hand was caressing her cunt and it was moist and hot and she was feeling excitingly lewd. Her tongue flicked out and the two of them stood licking, not kissing, as her hands went behind Trudy and she undid her brassiere and felt it fall to the floor of the plane. She heard the men murmuring and grunting approval. More than heard, she could feel them. The plane's interior fairly swam in a sexual heat that mingled with the heady pungent odor of marijuana that the men were now sharing. The two women stood face to face, naked except for Trudy's stockings and shoes, their tongues licking while Trudy reached and slid a finger all the way up into Ann's cunt and Ann felt herself doing something she had never dreamed she'd do-caress another woman's breasts, tease Trudy's nipples into taut erection, arousing her with a feminine knowledge of what she herself would appreciate.
Mr. Golgan was beside himself. He rolled in his chair, his penis exposed in his hand. He sat with wet eyes and watched the two women. Never, never in his harem in Turkey had he seen such beautiful women, so mystically enthralled with one another. Fred and Ross both had their cocks out and were also watching in a drugged, unblinking stupor.
He saw two women gradually going wild, exciting each.other in a state of wild abandonment. The tall one, the one called Ann, had a magnificent figure with high full breasts, a thin waist and full long thighs, and she was standing now with her legs slightly bent and spread apart, her pelvis thrust obscenely out while the other one, Trudy, the brown curly-headed one, was sliding two fingers in and out of her widespread cunt. Mr. Golgan saw how full and open her cunt was with passion and from where he sat, he could see the pink walls of her cunt glistening with passion.
Mike watched from his cushion, feeling the excitement and tension in the room mount as the two women, one naked' and the other nearly naked, stood face to face and their tongues flicked out and licked and he saw Trudy's free hand go slowly to her breast and take one of Ann's teasing hands and slowly guide it down to her own loins.
Ann let Trudy guide her hand down until she felt her softly curling pubic hair. From there, her fingers explored, touching, feeling. She let the tip of her middle finger slide between Trudy's swollen vaginal lips and she thrilled at the first time of ever touching another woman's vagina. Her finger slid along the slit, feeling the moistness and the excitement mounting as Trudy rolled her pelvis out and spread her legs.
The two women were standing so close, their stomachs and breasts touched and they swayed their shoulders back and forth, rubbing their nipples against each other as Ann, with a wild lewd thrill, felt her finger slide up into Trudy's warm wet cunt and she began sawing in and out as the two of them pumped their hips in wanton lewdness.
The plane was now completely silent as sex hung in the air in every corner and every eye was riveted on the two women moving and caressing each other in such an obscene way. Ann, her eyes closed, her body aflame with passion from the liquor and cocaine and Trudy's knowing obscene caresses, felt the other woman's middle finger pull out of her cunt and her hands slipping around behind her. Trudy was cupping her buttocks in her hands and pulling her forward toward her own out-thrust loins.
Similarly, Ann cupped the cheeks of Trudy's buttocks and the two women stood in the center of the plane with their knees bent, their thighs flush against one another, their backs arched away from each other, their heads thrown back in abandon and their hair hanging free as they ground their cunts together and Ann felt the thrill of her pubic hair slipping on Trudy's wet cunt and the electric excitement of Trudy's pubic hair scraping over her own clitoris and teasing it to new heights of sensual feeling. Occasionally, their wet cunts would meet and then they would clutch, one another and pump obscenely.
Ann felt dizzy with lust and excitement and started to fall, completely uncaring what happened to her so long as this delicious torment would continue while the men watched.
Mr. Golgan gave a cry of delight as Ann fell on the huge cushion behind her, sprawling across it with her legs split wide over the side. Trudy reached and pulled Ann's hips forward until they were right on the comer. Then she spread the girl's legs wide and Ann let them fall open with a lazy lewd motion. Trudy knelt up between them then, and, using the palm of her hands to force her thighs still wider apart, she leaned over Ann and saw her milk-white belly flowing up to her huge breasts and her head that fell in wild abandon off the other side of the cushion. Trudy's tongue darted down and licked her navel and Ann let out a long moan of pleasure.
Slowly, Trudy began licking down the reclining blonde's stomach, finally burying her face in her blonde curling pubic hair and, seeing Ann's cunt opened and twitching convulsively, begging in a rhythmic way as it glistened with excitement. All the men in the room sat forward watching Ann's cunt with lewd awe.
Ann, her head thrown back, could think of nothing else but her present state and she wished they would all crowd around her, that they would fuck her one after another and that Trudy would make love to her and that it would go on all night.
Trudy's tongue came out and slowly licked around Ann's swollen vaginal lips while Ann moaned and her whole body shook with desire. And she thrust her hips up and split her legs wide while the men murmured and grew even more excited.
Slowly, so torturously slowly, Trudy's tongue snaked up and down her cunt, barely touching it, teasing it into wilder desire. Ann groaned aloud as she felt the lewd thrill and her body began to move and writhe, and she longed for more.
Suddenly, Trudy plunged her tongue home into the depths of Ann's aching cunt, and Ann reacted by crying out and bending her knees and pulling them back and up so that they crushed against her magnificent breasts as she felt Trudy's knowing tongue darting about in her hotly pulsing cunt, driving her mad with desire.
Trudy pulled her tongue out to lick slowly over the other girl's trembling clitoris and Ann found she couldn't keep her hips still as she writhed lewdly in pagan delight.
Trudy, wild with desire, broke away and fell on top of her like a man, her tongue licking out. "Did you like that?" she whispered in her ear as her pussy ground down hard on Ann's nakedly exposed cunt.
"Yessssss!" Ann hissed.
"Would you do that to me?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" Ann said in a hoarse voice as their bodies, covered with sweat now, writhed together on the cushion. They grew so lewd as they licked tongues again and rubbed their cunts together that the men – Mr. Golgan and Fred and Ross-gathered closer around them, sweat standing out on their faces as they licked their salty lips, their mouths suddenly dry from cocaine and a savage desire to fuck the two women who were exciting themselves into a frenzy.
And it was true. Ann found herself in a state she had never experienced before and Trudy's phrase "please forgive me," added to her heat – she wanted to please her friend and she would. The more the two of them writhed and licked and caressed, the more excited she became. She was being driven into a frenzy – a wild, heated, driving, surging passion: a feeling that kept building and swelling that seemed to surpass an orgasm. The more she did, the more excited she became; the more excited she grew, the more she wanted to do.
She was in a lewd hissing abandon; her eyes closed tight, her teeth gritted and bared. She wrapped her long tan legs around Trudy's waist and locked her ankles and squeezed with all her might, flattening her yearning cunt against Trudy's. They moaned and licked and writhed on the cushion while their hips pumped and they rocked back and forth – rocked too far, teetered, and fell to the floor of the plane with a heavy thump and rolled apart.
Dazed, Ann got to her hands and knees and looked around. Trudy was next to her on the carpet covered floor of the airplane, sprawled spread-eagle, opening her moist cunt to Ann and all the men in the room.
Ann crawled between her legs and looked down at her. There was no denying the lewd excitement of a woman in heat. For the first time, Ann saw another woman as an object of sexual desire. She bent her elbows slightly, lowering her breasts so that her nipples just touched those of Trudy.
She let her torso sway back and north, rubbing her nipples over Trudy's breasts. Then, sensing the men in the room and knowing her bare buttocks were facing them, she split her legs wide, stretching her knees out until they touched the insides of Trudy's thighs. Every man in the plane, all of them, as one, moved closer to see Ann's cunt spread wide and pinkly glistening.
Slowly, she lowered her body onto Trudy who was thrusting her hips up in wild abandon; slowly she lowered her weight until she was pressed against Trudy's body and their wetly seeping cunts met and Ann pumped- her hips obscenely. Mr. Glogan was on the floor now watching, peering, his breath coming in quick little pants. "Such beauty of form," he muttered to himself with unbelieving eyes that twinkled in the dim light.
It was as if all of them were hypnotized by the immensity and taste and smell of lust in the plane. No one spoke; all pressed closer. They were almost touching the two women as they watched Trudy seize her breasts in her hands, cupping and tilting them and offering them up to Ann.
Ann bent her head and her tongue licked out at a nipple, feeling strange and lewd that she would like another woman's breasts, especially a long-time friend's. It was odd and lascivious, for she knew what would excite Trudy and she let her body slide down and took one of the pink nipples in her ruby mouth and gently sucked on it while the tips of her teeth nibbled teasingly. Trudy offered her breasts and Ann took them, caressing, sucking, licking.
A mad desire was mounting in her; an inhuman need to claw and writhe and drive herself away from this sweet torment and onto the ecstatic relief of an orgasm. Her body was aflame and, as the men watched, she wiggled down over Trudy who was moaning now, bending her knees, her hands playing with Ann's long blonde hair, as Ann, eyes closed, licked Trudy's navel and stuck her tongue deeply into it.
In Ann's drugged mind, it was almost as if she were a spectator, watching herself. It was almost as if she were outside of herself, another person, watching two other women make love and the sight was exciting.
Am I really doing this, she wondered. Is this really me? Am I really licking her pubic hair and the inside of her thighs?
Her eyes were open just a slit, her eyelids heavy with passion and there, not an inch away, at the apex of Trudy's lovely thighs, was her red-fringed cunt. Her fingers seemed to belong to somebody else as she gently spread the swollen cunt lips and Trudy's pussy-bright pink, moist, hot, slowly writhing-was there, right in front of her eyes.
Am I going to do it, she asked herself. This? Am I going to lick a cunt? This, this, finally?
Her tongue slowly slid out from between her lips and Ann closed her eyes and buried her head in Trudy's crotch and felt the pulpy pulsating heat and moistness of Trudy's cunt as her tongue darted and wiggled. And she loved it! She knew she was driving Trudy mad and the thought only excited her all the more.
Trudy wrapped her legs around Ann's neck and thrust her hips up and undulated and moaned, her arms flailing out at her sides. They writhed across the floor of the plane, rolling over once so that Ann lay on her back with Trudy on her stomach, her crotch on Ann's face as her hips pumped up and down against the maddening thrusts of Ann's tongue.
Thrashing her hair back and forth, Trudy up and leaped to her feet, her chest heaving, their bodies glistening with sweat and thrilling with desire.
"Let me fuck yow!" Trudy said, taking Ann by the shoulders and guiding her to the round mattress in the center of the plane where she lay on her back and spread her legs.
She lay in a dream of lust; it was all so unreal and yet it was happening! Dreamily, she bent her knees and let her legs fall to either side of the mattress so that they all could see her lust. The swollen slit of her cunt was glistening now. She watched, her eyes half-closed, her fingertips idly caressing her distended nipples as Fred and Ross came forward. Ross was carrying something, and, as they approached, Trudy stood still, her legs apart and her arms raised.
Ross was carrying what looked like a shaft with straps and buckles attached. The two men looked down at Ann with a wild tight expression on their faces. Both of them wanted her. But they knew their job and they kneeled around Trudy, greedily and lustfully taking in her naked hips and began adjusting the straps.
Ann saw it was a dildo, an artificial cock; a big plastic life-like prick that they were strapping to Trudy, tightening one strap across her buttocks, pinching the flesh in, then fastening a strap around each thigh and adjusting the buckles so that the prick was erect. Bending her knees, using one hand, Trudy slipped the smaller end of the artificial penis into her cunt.
Each thrust of the dildo would excite and please her as well.
When she was ready, she cupped her hands in front of her and Ross poured oil into her palms. Trudy turned to the mattress, coming to Ann slowly, provocatively, her hips swaying while her hands smeared oil all over the artificial penis.
Ann was ready for anything. This was just like Mike's stag films, only better. Ann thrust her hips up and her hands squeezed her breasts as she offered all of her sex to Trudy in this final depravity. Trudy crawled on the mattress, between Ann's taut thighs and the men in the room saw her strapped thighs and buttocks.
She lowered herself slowly as Ann, underneath, slid her hands under her buttocks and lifted her hips up so that her pussy jutted out and her cunt twitched and seemed to have a life of its own as it reached for the thick white head of the dildo.
Trudy, with a lewd cunning, rubbed the head up and down the lubricated slit and Ann squeezed her eyes shut and let her head roll back and forth, her breasts sticking up and quivering and glistening with sweat. "Fuck me!" she breathed, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me!" she pleaded, her voice one long lewd sigh.
Trudy put the head on the entrance to her cunt and pushed down, feeling it sink into the pulpy willing flesh and feeling the end in her own cunt expand and fill her with wild desire.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Ann sighed and Trudy's deep moan of delight seemed to echo hers as the men in the plane watched the artificial head plow in, pulling her vaginal lips obscenely spread apart and watched Ann's body undulate in slow rhythmic lewdness as she tried to literally gobble the prick up.
Slowly Trudy withdrew an inch to plunge down, sending a good three inches of shaft driving home into Ann's cunt. Then the men crowded even closer, watching Trudy's strapped buttocks and thighs pump in and out as she fucked Ann like a man. Below her, Ann was bending her legs even more, her toes on the floor on either side of the mattress as she thrust her hips forward to take all of the artificial prick and Trudy fell heavily on top of her and shot her tongue in her mouth.
They writhed and undulated together on the round mattress, crushing their breasts together as Trudy drove the artificial cock all the way to the hilt and felt the other end swelling in her own cunt and tantalizing her on to more motion. Each time she withdrew, the fitted end in her own cunt would contract; each time she thrust home, the end would swell and surge in her and she began fucking faster and faster, building to a frenzy, the two of them digging their nails into one another as they fucked with all their strength and will.
Mr. Golgan was tearing his clothes off, his greasy face wild, his nostrils flaring. He crawled onto the round mattress, naked, his hands caressing the two women as they fucked and licked one another. He crawled up on the round mattress until his hips were on a level with their faces and then he lay on his side, jutting out his hips so.that his thick rock-hard cock stuck in their faces.
It seemed as though Ann and Trudy fought for his cock; their hands all over it, their tongues licking, their mouths open. Ann lay on her back with Trudy on top of her, feeling their soft, sweat-covered breasts crushed together with their nipples slipping and sliding as the great dildo fucked in and out of her cunt and watched Trudy take Mr. Golgan's lust-bloated penis in her mouth and suck on the head. Craning forward, she put her mouth around the shaft- and felt Mr. Golgan pull his cock out of Trudy's mouth and plunge it thickly into her own and she closed her eyes and sucked, loving the taste, having it build her lust and depravity even higher.
Mr. Golgan shoved his cock first into one mouth and then the other, panting, his gold teeth showing as he felt the two women suck and fight for his cock.
Other bodies were crashing onto the bed. Ross and Fred were crawling on the mattress too now, pawing the women. They were naked and wild with excitement and one jammed his finger up Trudy's anus as the other tried to wedge his hand underneath Ann, his finger probing for her own puckered and wildly sensitized anus.
Suddenly Fred and Ross were pulling Trudy off, throwing her off on her back, tearing at the buckles and tossing the dildo and straps to the floor and, as Ann watched and a deep dark lewd thrill ran through her naked body, Trudy disappeared under an avalanche of thrashing sex-mad bodies.
Ann let her head fall back. It would happen to her. Many men and many cocks ravishing her. Rape, she thought, this is rape! And her body thrilled as she felt hands grabbing her, caressing her roughly. Rape, and someone was pulling her and she looked and it was Mike, his face twisted, standing by the round mattress, his small cock in his hand, his clothes still on.
She slid across the round mattress until her head was clear on the edge and she let it fall so that she saw Mike and the roof of the plane upside down. And then she felt the hands and all the bodies. The legs and, above all, the cocks. The men were 'on her and someone – it didn't matter who-was fucking her. Hands and lips and tongues and penises were all over her body. driving her toward one orgasm after another and Mike's small cock was before her eyes. She opened her mouth and felt it slide in, hot and hard and she sucked with all her might while her tongue twirled wildly around the tip.
They were a great writhing mass on the bed with Ann sucking Mike's cock while he watched the scene with bugged eyes and his body stiffened and he let out a screeching yell and came in her mouth, shooting frantic streams of hot male fluid which she swallowed and used her tongue to greedily lick for more.
With a final falsetto moan, Mike staggered back and fell to the floor of the plane, spent, watching the orgy on the mattress. To Ann it didn't matter: she was being fucked and sucked and pawed and battered and dragged back on the mattress and Ross was crawling and sticking his big black cock into her eager mouth.
An insane suppleness came over her and she writhed about, nearing an orgasm, knowing that it was only the first in a series of orgasms that she would have here, knowing she was literally being raped and degraded in a way she would never forget. Trudy was lying beside her, on her back, being fucked while Fred sucked on her breasts and the air was hot and sticky with cum and she felt it spilling on her own body and saw it glistening on Trudy, and as Ross pulled. away to fuck Trudy, the two women reached for one another and their mouths locked and they darted their tongues back and forth, each of them cumming, their bodies shuddering and twitching as they were fucked by one cock after another.
Mr. Golgan, yelling, made everyone back off and directed Trudy to get on top of Ann. They lay together, feeling dizzy, engulfed with lust, grinding their cum-drenched vaginas together once again, spreading their legs wide so that Mr. Golgan could get behind them and fuck first one and then the other. Each man, all, except Mike who had retreated to a cushion and sat watching, took turns fucking the two women and, as Ann felt each new cock plunge home, her excitement grew and her body convulsed as she came again, and Trudy, on top of her, threw her head back and wailed her delight at her own orgasm.
The atmosphere in the plane was becoming unbearable with the heat and sex smell mingled with the still heavy odor of marijuana hanging in the air. All of their bodies were glistening with sweat now as Trudy was dragged across the mattress, her face wild and ecstatic with lust as Ross flipped her over on her stomach and proceeded to sodomize her and Ann watched, her lips wet, her mouth open. She had never seen anyone sodomized before and she found it lewd and exciting.
With a great display of strength, Ross rammed his cock home tight into Trudy's cringing anus and rolled her over on top of him so that she sprawled obscenely, her legs apart, her face distorted with pain, her cunt gaping with the black shaft of Ross's. cock buried deep in her anus. Then Fred fell on top of her and Ann watched Trudy grope for his cock and guide the lust-swollen head up into her cunt. Then she watched as the two men fucked Trudy, battering her around, their hands mauling her breasts and she realized how obscene she had looked when that was done to her.
Hands were all over her body and they were forcing her onto her stomach and she sprawled, spreading her legs wide and reaching behind her and cupping the cheeks of her buttocks and spreading them wide while Mr. Golgan was on top of her and she felt the head of his cock pressing hard on her anus and she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, knowing how much it would hurt, knowing how the soft walls of her rectum would cling to the shaft of his prick and also knowing that, beyond the momentary pain, there lay a lewd paradise where she would have an even more searing orgasm.
A lewd instinct told her to relax and she felt the head plunging home, felt it going deep inside her and felt the pain mount till she thought she couldn't bear it anymore as Mr. Golgan's cock sawed in and out; then she felt herself being lifted and turned and she lay on her back, Mr. Golgan under her, his thick hard penis rammed up her anus and his hands reaching around and roughly massaging her breasts. Over her was the co-pilot now, his long cock hanging menacingly before her. She smiled lewdly at him, reached for his cock and guided it up into her cunt, feeling the two penises moving at once and felt herself cumming again.
It didn't matter. It was a long night and there were plenty of cocks and hands and tongues. They would fuck her into unconsciousness and then take her helpless and limp body and fuck her some more. It would go on forever.
It did go on for longer than any of them expected. In the heat of the sexual madness, none of them realized the plane was in the air – they were flying back to California. So involved were they in the thralls, of sexual desires that they never felt the vibrations of the shaking walls of the plane or the roar of the engines as they flew through the night, soaring through showers of falling stars and the light of the moon.
Only when the engines cut and time stood still as the jet seemed to stand still in mid-air, did any of the drugged and seething masses of flesh cease their thrashing and moaning.