Gabriel
Ellen spent five minutes licking Smith's big cock before finally taking the bulbous head into her warm mouth. I stared, my hand toying lightly with Bob's prick as Ellen's pink tongue slithered tantalizingly up and down the length of the hijackers rigid tool. I prayed silently that she would remember our plan, which was to keep Smith from cuming for as long as possible so that he would build to a monster orgasm; a tremendous release of tension that upon exploding would leave him vulnerable for a few seconds. I was concerned because despite herself and the conditions that prevailed, Ellen seemed to be lost in the sheer joy of sucking. Knowing her as I did, I was aware of the fact that with a cock in her, Ellen had a tendency to forget everything; who she was, where she was and what was going on outside her own little world of cock and mouth and cunt and tits and asshole! If she made Smith cum now, all was lost. Bob wasn't quite close enough to accomplish anything… I tried everything… I prayed and waited and watched. If she kept her head she'd be able to control him. A good, accomplished cocksucker can feel a man's orgasm approaching long before he finally spews out the creamy results. She can control the situation, pace her action, tighten up just under the head or at the cock root… it's an art and both Ellen and myself were accomplished performers. It was simply a matter of not allowing oneself to become distracted.
Ellen was moaning deep in her throat as she slurped all around the fat cockhead. She licked just under the head, her tongue curled into a soft point. Smith's eyes were slits staring into mine. I glanced downward to see Ellen frigging herself. She was squatting, her hand was between her legs and from my position behind her, I could see fingers rotating slowly on her soft, wet quim. As I watched, an oily index finger crept back to her anal rosette and thrust all the way in. Ellen's succulent buttock ovoids quivered as she jerked them spasmodically in counter-rhythm to her fucking fingers, fingers that were now plunging in and out of her two throbbing love portals. Then, suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, she engulfed Smith's pulsing fuckstick in her hot hungry mouth! She took it all the way until her face was buried in his wiry, matted black pubic hair."
Smith began to piston his hips in and out, fucking Ellen's face with avid fury. He was sure to cum momentarily! Something had to be done! I released Bob's cock as he inched forward slowly, in order to be within striking distance when the moment came. Smith noticed, he screamed. "Stay where you are, you son-of-a-bitch!" He reached behind him and grabbed the knife, raising it over his head in a threatening gesture. Bob stepped back. Ellen, startled back to reality, had disgorged Smith's super-hard prick which waved, glistening with her saliva, in the tense air. He pushed her, she fell back on her rump, her mouth now empty of cock though still gaping open in fear and surprise. "Stay back, lover-boy… I told you before to stay there! Try it again and I'll rip you open! I'll rip you all open!"
He was breathing hard but I was gratified to see that his prick had gone soft. Sooner or later, if my hunch was correct, Bob would be in a good position to overpower him. The idea was to have it happen during the moment of truth, when Smith's cock was spewing and he was at his most vulnerable. I crossed my fingers and prayed silently.
Smith seemed to calm down. With an evil grin leering from his smooth-skinned face, he crooked a finger at me. It was my turn! As I stepped forward, he made a circular gesture with his index finger. I turned and with my back to him, bent over and offered up my ass. But it was not my tight, puckered anus he targeted on. With one deft motion he plunged his fat fuck tool all the way into my unsuspecting pussy! In to the hilt! Instantaneously! Whomp! I didn't expect it, I wasn't, prepared for the sudden, brutal cuntal insertion! Because of our previous scene and the fuck-talk that had taken place, I was in the process of relaxing my anal muscles. My sphincter was ready for him but my cunt, though sopping with greasy lubrication, was not.
I had been struck by a powerful bolt of erotic electricity! Instant orgasm! Despite everything! The unexpected orgasmic shock passed through my body in screaming waves. I had been prepared to give Smith a cold and calculated screwing, holding him back from the peak* building him up slowly so that when his final moment eventually arrived he'd be beyond reality. Instead I was bent over, my hands grasping my legs just above the knees, my ass undulating and thrusting back and forth hi wild abandonment! "Fuck me!" I screamed. "Harder! In my cunt… harder!" My ass slapped against him, I could feel his balls crushing against my pummeling cheeks. All discipline was gone, I was a bitch in heat!
"Take it, cunt!" His voice was high-pitched, frantic. "I'm going to shoot in you… Fuck it! Move your ass… fuckitfuckitFUCKIT!"
"Ohhhhh yeah! Give it to me!"
"You want my load, baby? You want it?"
"Yesssss, give it to me!" I called out. "Shoot in me!" And then I realized with a deep shock what was happening! Quickly I glanced over at Bob and Ellen. They both stood, rooted to the deck. Ellen her eyes wide, stared at me as if hypnotized, her left hand idly diddling her dripping quim. Next to her, Bob, his prick extending like a rigid flagpole, clenched and unclenched his fists. He looked ready to spring and I wondered whether he could cover the eight or nine feet that separated us before Smith could recover from his orgasm. Meanwhile I fought to regain control of my own quivering body… my fuck clouded, twitching, witless consciousness!
"Move your ass, bitch!" The strident voice behind me seemed to have jumped an entire octave. I pushed my ass back against him, feeling his wiry pubic hair mat up against my soft flesh. I rotated my rear while his convulsing cock remained fully engulfed, a fuck technique that precluded the pumping action which usually brings on a quick male orgasm. Nevertheless, Smith seemed to be digging it. Even as he pistoned back and forth I kept him firmly and fully implanted in my hot, twitching cunt, riding with him in both directions, rotating my ass to keep him interested but refraining from providing his rod with the kind of action that would aid in pumping the boiling gism out of his fat balls. He was building to a massive explosion, however, and the best I could do was to hold it off as long as possible in the hope that the longer the build-up the greater the detonation would be. The pressure was intense! I could feel it building in him as his hand, grasping the soft flesh of my waist tightened and loosened its grip with an ever-increasing spasmodic rate echoing the pulsing of the fat fuck meat encased in my rotating quim. Any second now… I glanced over at Bob… he caught my eye and I nodded, cueing him to get ready… he was going to have to be fast, very fast! I was certain that Smith held the knife in his free hand… Now, I abandoned my earlier technique, the moment of truth was arriving! I pistoned in counter-movement to Smith, causing his cock to draw almost completely out of my suctioning pussy and then slam home. I kept my hips rotating… faster… faster, my pussy was being reamed in a hundred different directions! Alternately I tightened and loosened my cuntal muscles… I felt his first spasms…
"Smith, this is the Captain!" The deep, clear voice bbomed out of the P.A. system: "We're approaching the checkpoint." I felt myself being shoved forward, felt the hard, fat prick suctioning itself out of my tight pussy… plop… "If you'll check it out, you'll see Cano Chiquito on our starboard side. What now?" The Captain's voice had the effect of softening the cock which just an instant before was rampant with lust. I fought an irresistible tendency to break into a fit of hysterical laughter! The release of tension was so sudden that I found it hard to gain control of my own physical being. My body quivered, my hips undulated, my cunt continued its frenetic flutterings… my fuck muscles persisted in their spasmodic contractions as if Smith's hard cock were still present! For more than just a few seconds my body was fucking… fucking nothing! A snake with its head cut off, its body squirming, obeying reflex, nervous system commands… I needed a drink!
I looked up to find Bob standing directly in front of me. He put a calming arm around my shoulders and smiled. "That was some performance, Gaby, he really had you going there for a few moments." My lips, of their own accord, ground against his.
"A very strange fuck," I said, resting my head on his shoulder. I could see Smith peering out a starboard window. He was obviously checking out the town of Cano Chiquito. I felt a soft hand on my buttock. It was Ellen. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and handed me just what I needed, a double shot of vodka on the rocks. A mind reader.
"Your ass is still twitching," she said. "I can feel it… really feel it… wow… "
"Let's change the subject, while we have the chance," I whispered. "We've got to get him soon.
"Yeah, I have a feeling we're running out of time," Bob answered.
"He still hasn't cum," Ellen whispered.
"I know," stated Bob, "He's got that big load in his balls. If there's tune…"
"We've got to turn him on, get him started again," I said, glancing down to see Ellen gently fondling Bob's hardening prick.
"If only I can get a little closer to him… " said Bob.
Smith motioned to us to leave the galley. We seated ourselves in the lounge as he called the Captain on the galley intercom: "This is Smith, over… "
"OK Smith." The Captain's voice possessed a cool, business-like tone as it was amplified throughout the cabin. "What now?"
"Turn due west. You are to hold that heading until you cross a river. It'll be the Meta River, check it on your map."
The aircraft banked sharply to the left and a moment later the Captain said, "Got it, this course will take us directly over a village called Puerto Nueyo."
"Right, that's where you hit the river. At that point your altitude should be 4500 feet, your speed 300 miles per hour."
"Roger."
"As soon as the river comes into sight, you are to notify me."
"Roger."
"And I want to repeat, once more; no one is to leave the flight deck. When we reach the river the people back here will join you and at that point, you are to fly straight and level for twenty minutes. Got it?"
"Roger."
"And allow me to use this moment to thank you all for a pleasant flight. Thank you all for flying World International!"
The voice of Bob Barns, our Flight Engineer, resounded through the cabin; "UP YOURS, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Smith turned to us, the usual deadly grin on his face. "OK, who's going to volunteer to suck my cock?"
"Volunteer?" I asked. "All of a sudden you're mister nice guy, asking for volunteers?"
"Why not… it's my going away present, how about that?"
"I'll volunteer," said Ellen.
"No fair, you've already had a chance," I said.
"OK ladies, let's not fight over my cock now… "
I stood up and walked over to him to hold his damp, stiffening prick in my hand. "Both Ellen and I have had a chance at this beauty… "
"Toss a coin," Smith said. "I'm sure we can find one somewhere."
"I've got a better idea," I said, cupping his sperm-filled balls in the palm of my hand.
"Make it fast, time is fleeting, and soon I must go bye-bye," he sneered.
"Well… there's only one of us who hasn't had the opportunity to experience this magnificent tool." I hefted his now fully erect penis then proceeded to frig it slowly.
"I'd never have guessed!" exclaimed Smith. "What a great idea!"
All eyes turned to Bob. Would he? Here was our best opportunity to get him close enough to the hijacker. He smiled, and I knew. "I thought you'd never ask," he said.
"Welcome to the club," said Smith. "I dig it too. In fact, under other circumstances we could be a groovy sixty-nine."
"Yeah."
I stepped back as Bob moved forward. Smith held his own cock in his free hand. "One thing, old buddy," he said. "Hands behind your back… got it?"
"Yeah."
"OK… c'mere and suck my dick! I've got a big load and not much time."
Bob muttered, "Well, there's a first time for everything." He smiled at me.
Ellen grabbed my arm, squeezing tightly as we watched Bob, his hands clasped behind his back, kneel in front of Smith. Once again I felt the tension building. This was it! I glanced nervously at Smith's right hand, which rested on the table slightly behind him. Extending from under his clenched fingers was the glistening knife blade. Attached to his other wrist were the two bombs. Despite all this I felt a deep erotic thrill as without any preliminary licking Bob took the hijacker's rampant prick between his lips and then after just a moment's hesitation engulfed it! He literally swallowed the fat throbbing cock with one gulp!
"Suck it, you bastard!" groaned Smith through clenched teeth. He proceeded to piston his hips back and forth, fucking Bob's mouth with a slow deliberate rhythm, withdrawing his cock till he could see the bulbous head begin to emerge from between Bob's lips, then thrusting forward, feeding the massive instrument into its suctioning oral sheath.
Ellen, her voice just inches from my ear, breathed, "I've never seen one man give head to another."
"Does it affect you?"
"Really turns me on, Gaby… that is, until I stop to think how much Bob must hate it."
"You sure of that?"
"What?"
"That he hates it?"
"Of course! I mean.'… you don't think… " Ellen turned to me in surprise.
"Does it look like he's faking?" Bob's head was now bucking back and forth in counter-movement to Smith's plunging ass. His eyes were closed tightly, his adam's apple bobbing to the beat. Each time the hijackers cock filled his mouth his cheeks expanded like a trumpeter hitting a high note. I reached back and fingered Ellen's steaming cunt, which was sopping wet, boiling over with pussy foam. "Look at Bob's cock," I said. "Judge for yourself."
"It's hard, big and hard!"
We watched, fingering each other slowly and gently as Bob, with ever-increasing fury, fucked the hijacker's prick with his fervent mouth. Smith's buttocks were vibrating, a sign that the end was in sight. I tensed, released Ellen's slimy quim. "It's going to be soon," I said. "Get ready!"
"Suck it, man! Suck it!" Smith's voice was strident, a howl of approaching climax. "I'm gonna shoot in you… suck it out of me! Suck my cock, suck it all!" He fucked into Bob's mouth a mile a second, while Bob rotated his head in tight circles, creating a double action like a woman does when she rotates her ass while being screwed. I took a second to admire his technique, marvelous for the first time out!
"Now man! Now!" screamed Smith. "Suck my spunk, you bastard!" All movement ceased as the hijacker rammed his tool all the way in. "I'm shooting! I'm cuming!"
I could see Bob's cheeks sucking in and out as he pumped the gism from the rampaging cock buried deep in his face. And then it happened! Smith, removed from all reality, forgot where he was! With both hands, he grabbed Bob's head and pulled him forward in order to force the last millimeter of cock even deeper. Faster than the speed of light, Bob reached up, grasped both the hijacker's wrists and pulled down sharply! Smith's still-spewing, saliva-coated cock was waggling in mid air? as Bob, with one quick fluid movement, using his head as a battering ram, caught him in the solar plexus. Smith went down like a sack of rotten potatoes, his abrupt shriek of rage segueing into a flatulent hiss of expelled air.
Our hijacker was on the deck, rolled up into a fetal position, gasping for the breath of life. Bob had a foot firmly implanted on Smiths left wrist, to keep him from setting off the dildo bombs taped to his right arm. I was there in a flash, calling to Ellen to retrieve the knife, which had so recently threatened us, from the lounge table. Breathlessly she handed it to me and I cut the tape, carefully laying the two deadly devices on the upholstered seat.
"Listen to me," Bob said. "Ellen, get some rope or belts or something, so we can tie him up… You, Gaby, separate those two bombs as far as you can. One of them's the fuse for the other, so the further apart they are the better."
I complied, placing one bomb in the forward seat in first class and the other in a seat about three-quarters of the way down the aisle, in tourist. Bob tied the hijacker's wrist behind his back, and picked up the knife, placing the point against the gasping man's throat. "OK, Mr. Smith, whoever you are, the game is over now and time is fleeting." Bob's voice was pitched low, commanding. "I have a few questions and if you don't want to end up speared to the deck, you'll answer them."
Five hours and twenty minutes later, after a fuel stop in San Cristobal, Venezuela, Ellen, Bob, and three crew members and myself disembarked at the Miami International Airport. After a two hour interrogation by the FBI and a short press conference, we were comfortably ensconced in two large hotel rooms. Shortly after room service had picked up the remains of a much needed late supper, the three of us, barely able to suppress the hysterical laughter that had been building during the preceding three hours, unpacked our hand luggage. We laid out the results in neat piles on the bed. It totaled six-hundred and thirteen thousand dollars. There was another seventy two thousand contained in the money belt, strapped around Bob's waist. Later, we got out of bed and counted it again, just to make sure.