Dianne Dexter was a beautiful brunette who was tired of working in an office. She was twenty-seven years old and nothing was happening in her life. Sure, she had the usual opportunities to date various men who wanted to go to bed with her. But Dianne had set her sights high and she wanted to meet men who would give her the kind of lifestyle she wanted to become adjusted to.
The sensible thing to do seemed to be to go to an airline school. She graduated from a small mid-Western school and then came to California to seek a position. Once in California, she found it did take some work as there were many girls applying for the position of stewardess.
Dianne was eager to work on the international flights. At LAST she had an opportunity. She was assigned to work as a stewardess for a MAJOR airline. Every other week she would be working on an international flight. The in-between flights were short hops that didn't take much out of her. However, the big international flight was tiring but exciting.
From the time that the giant 747 touched down at New York's Kennedy Airport, Dianne had just ONE objective in mind. That object was to find someone who could give her a life that she really would enjoy. The world seemed to be her home. The idea of being cooped up in an apartment in a big crowded city revolted her. She wanted to be able to go and come as she pleased.
Before the flight landed, however, she noticed a handsome man in his late thirties. She had been hesitant to wait on him as there was something noticeably strange about him. When he pulled a gun out and told her that he wanted to talk to her, she got the point.
"Just get on the microphone and tell the people on the plane that we are going to Libya."
The dark-skinned Arab with the intense, smoldering, brown eyes watched her intently.
"Don't you make ONE false move," he warned her.
Trying to keep calm and remember everything she had been taught at the flight school, Dianne picked up the microphone nervously and began talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "I want to inform you that you are all safe, but our plane is being directed to Libya." There was an audible gasp from everyone as they listened to her tense voice. Armed Arabs stood at various points on the plane, directing their guns at anyone who might get the idea of overpowering them.
At the same moment two Arab terrorists were in the cockpit of the plane, directing the pilots.
"You can refuel at Kennedy," one of them told him, "and once in Paris. After that, we'll have enough fuel to take us down to Libya." Nervous tremors went through everyone in the plane. They had READ about such hijacking attempts and seen them depicted in motion pictures, as well as on newscasts on television. But to actually EXPERIENCE the real thing was something else indeed.
When Dianne had finished telling the people on the plane everything that the hijacker told her to, she asked him, "Now do you mind if I sit down myself?"
"There aren't many people in the first-class section of the plane," he observed, "and I want you to direct the people from the first-class section to file back and find seats in the back of the plane. After they are seated, we don't want ANYONE moving around." Dianne gave the passengers the instructions. Without attempting to fight or overpower guards who were pointing guns at the, the first-class passengers moved silently, nervously, to the back of the plane, searching for empty seats.
Once that had been done, the hijacker demanded Dianne close the folding doors that divided the first-class section from the rest of the plane.
"Tell them we'll be serving meals as if it was a regular flight," the Arab grinned.
"We will be serving meals and drinks, as if it is a regular flight," she told the passengers. "Just be PATIENT."
Glaring at her, the Arab informed her, "I didn't tell you to tell them to be PATIENT! Don't you tell them ANYTHING I don't tell you to!"
Looking into her eyes, he got his point across instantly. Two other stewardesses went to work getting orders for drinks from the various passengers on the plane. However, Dianne had been selected by the leader of the hijackers as his personal amusement.
"We've still got about an hour before we get to Kennedy," he told her. "Maybe you could give me some fun. I think everything is pretty well covered and I need some ENTERTAINMENT."
Dianne wasn't certain what he was talking about, but he soon left no doubt in her mind. Reaching down, he let his hand wander over his bulging crotch.
"I've got something for you," he informed her with a sly wink.
All at once he glared into her deep, brown eyes. Her eyes sparkled with a radiance and her hair shimmered as the sun cast its dying rays across the plane.
"Why don't you just UNZIP me?" he suggested. The sexual hunger continued to increase within the Arab hijacker. He wanted her so badly, but he didn't want to rush things, too swiftly either. He had to keep his eyes open for what was happening.
"Come over here," he said as he again insisted she unzip his fly and pull out his erect penis. He guided her hand down to his crotch. The CLOSER she came, the more excited he became.
"You look sexy in that stewardess outfit," he told her as he began to dream about how wonderful it would be to undress her.
He wanted to stab his red-hot penis inside of her. However, he had to control himself.
One guard stuck his head out of the cockpit. He saw what was taking place.
"We'll cover for you now," he winked, "but then ... it's MY chance." Dianne shivered with fear and shame as she thought of what was going to be happening to her. For a moment the leader of the hijackers dropped his gun. He wrapped his arms around her and began pressing his lips against hers with uninhibited enthusiasm. Soon he was driving his tongue inside of her mouth. As he finally slipped his tongue out of her mouth, he decided it was the perfect time to undress her. His eager fingers started to undo the buttons of her uniform.
"Please," Dianne whispered, "DON'T do this."
"My fingers are eager to do the job," he told her. "I'm just going to take your clothes off." As he began undressing her, he could hardly wait to look at her naked body. Quickly he removed her stewardess outfit, getting down to the essentials of her sheer panties and tight fitting brassiere.
The Arab hijacker looked at the stewardess's shimmering panties and bra, which glistened as the sun illuminated the first-class section of the plane. The perpetual sound of the other two stewardesses getting drinks for the people on the plane troubled her. She didn't want them to walk in and see what was happening.
The Arab reached out and clutched her brassiere straps. He undid them with one swift, decisive movement and then removed her bra.
"Just stretch out," he told her as he pushed her down onto a seat. Reaching out now with both hands, he gripped her ripe bosoms ever so tightly, hanging onto them. With great firmness, he clutched, enjoying every movement on her soft breast flesh.
"Ever since I got on the plane I've wanted to touch your tits," he told her. "I REALLY love them. What beautiful breasts you have."
Unable to answer, the stewardess sighed heavily.
"You WANT me to play with you, don't you?" he smiled sadistically.
"Oh, yes," she whispered nervously, knowing that was what he wanted her to say. His fingers pressed at her nipples and his fingernails dug into them.
"I KNEW you would enjoy this," he smiled without humor. When it came to dealing with exotic women, the Arab hijacker had considerable experience. But there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything, and that was forcing a reluctant girl to do his bidding. With rhapsodic ease he slid his tongue over the firm, warm crevices of her breast flesh. He kept up his dramatic movements, permitting his tongue to come into contact with her taut nipple tip. Teasing her nipple with sharp movements, he got her so excited she was twisting and turning. He began sucking on one breast and nipple, leaving a trail of saliva in the process as he switched over to her other breast. His tongue connected with her right tit. Back and forth his tongue darted convincingly, enjoying it every moment. He kept up his magnificent tongue strokes over her bosoms, for several more moments, after which he switched to her nipple. Then he reached out and clutched at Dianne's legs. Every time he touched a portion of the beautiful stewardess's body, he became more excited. As he kept up his steady tongue stroking over her nipples, he began to anticipate how great it would be once that he'd removed her panties. That would be the next step along the way. One that he could hardly wait to get to.
Smiling up at her, he told Dianne casually, "Now I'm gonna take off your panties. I want everything off you, baby." Easing the stewardess's pink panties from her legs, he slowly let his trembling fingers sweep over her buttocks. He kept clutching at the firm folds of buttock flesh. All the while his heart was pounding relentlessly as he continued the pursuit of the stewardess's body. He enjoyed looking at her. He could hardly wait to tongue fuck her vagina.
"Open your legs for me," he suddenly demanded.
As soon as she had opened her legs for him, he slipped his finger all the way inside of her pussy.
"That's real nice," he smiled.
The next thing Dianne knew, he was slipping his finger into her asshole.
"Pump up and down on my finger," he whispered a command.
She pushed up and down on his finger as he rammed it up her rectum.
"Real nice," he told her.
Before she knew what was happening, the Arab terrorist had his head down between her legs.
"Grab my head," he commanded her. The stewardess reached down and gripped his head. She could feel his tongue slipping and sliding back and forth. Her cuntal flesh was hot, juicy and oily. He rubbed his tongue back and forth, craving the taste of her. Desires were flooding through her body now that she never knew existed. She'd never been loved like this.
"OOOHHH, YES," she whispered, "FUCK ME. I WANT IT THAT WAY." Dianne Dexter had learned at stewardess school that it was best not to defy any request of captors. She was happy to comply with whatever they wanted her to do. But this was something she never dreamt would happen.
To her amazement, however, it was a pleasurable, erotic experience.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "I LOVE IT. SUCK IT. SUCK."
She raised her legs and bent them at the knees so he could lick her cunt better.
"OOOHHH, YES, YESSSS," she gasped. "I LOVE IT. SUCK MY PUSSY."
Her pussy was hot, wet and as juicy as it could be. His tongue easing inside stimulated her.
"I ... I never did it like this before," she admitted as she felt him whipping his tongue back and forth.
All at once she saw his prick. He waved it over her cunt.
"Now you're gonna get FUCKED," the Arab narrowed his eyes and smiled as he looked at the naked young stewardess, with juicing cunt-spread out before him. With a hard, strong stroke, he rode his prick into her pussy. She could feel him driving in with determined, savage plunges. The more his meat worked into her soft pussy flesh, the more erotic it felt to her. She thrilled to the sensation of his big, mushroom cock head, the lip of the crown and the stiff penis riding inside of her.
"FUCK ME," Dianne begged. "FUCK ME." She reared back on the airplane seat so that he was resting at the base of her spine. He drove in deep, stabbing his prick at the back of her twat and then pulled out all the way.
"WOW!" the stewardess moaned. "HOW COME YOU'RE STOPPING?"
She lay on her side, with her breasts stacked one on top of the other and looking straight at him and smiled.
"You didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to slow down. I wanted to make it last a little."
Dianne looked down at his huge, throbbing cock sticking out from his crotch.
"You're big," she said, hoping that would soothe his ego so he wouldn't do anything desperate.
"You like that?" he smiled as he gripped his throbbing hunk of prick meat.
"I do," Dianne said. "I like it a lot." He lit a cigarette as his huge, throbbing cock stuck out in front of his legs. Dianne reached down while he smoked a cigarette and played casually with the shaft and head of his prick meat. She ran a finger deliberately from head to base and up again, up the other side to the tip. Rolling her two fingers along the underside of the mushroom head of his shaft, it wasn't long before her fingers were as slimy as his cock.
"I like it when you feel me," he told her.
Dianne figured she would appeal to his ego. Maybe if she could distract him she could get his gun.
"It's so nice and thick," she told him as she looked at the gun lying on the seat beside her, out of the corner of her eye.
Noticing her gaze, he observed, "Keep your eyes on my cock."
Snuffing out his cigarette, he told her, "I'll fuck you some more."
She liked the feel of his penis, enjoying the way it was erect and hard.
"Now you're gonna get fucked," he told her as he positioned himself.
He reached up to grip her bosoms. He played with the rose-colored nipple tips.
"I'm gonna fuck you every way," he sneered as he suddenly shoved his cock between her legs.
Dianne's vagina muscles gripped his sliding, throbbing cock.
"That's good," he told her as he drove in with hard, strong strokes. "Fuck it. Fuck!"
He slapped her ass as he fucked. "OOOHHH," he groaned, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Her wet pussy muscles went to work, screwing down tight and gripping and sucking the huge piece of cock muscle as he drove it inside of her.
"I LOVE IT," Dianne moaned. The stewardess's breath caught as she panted and gasped. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Maybe if she could fool him, she could get him so aroused he wouldn't pay any attention to her if she reached over and grabbed his gun. Nothing would make her happier than to subdue him. She could distract the men who were in the cockpit when they heard the gun go off. There had to be a way to stop this horror that was taking place.
"FUCK," he told her as he watched her cunt pump back to meet his tremendous cock stabs in her.
Her sensuous flesh had him on fire.
"YES, YESSSS," he whispered, "NOW YOU'RE GRABBING IT. PULL ON IT."
Reaching back, Dianne gripped his ass cheeks. She could feel the Arab pumping his hips forward. He was driving the full length of his cock inside of her.
"I'm gonna make it in a minute," he told her as he drove the entire length of his prick inside of her and exploded.
The gushing spurts of cum shot in her cunt explosively. She juiced a second later, providing added lubrication for his driving, slick cock.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS," he groaned as he felt her cuntal muscles seizing his prick and squeezing.
CHAPTER TWO
When the Arab pulled his prick out of Dianne Dexter's cunt, he told her to get dressed quickly.
"We're gonna have a happy landing," he said sarcastically. "That is, if nobody in New York gets any bright ideas." Swiftly she slipped into her panties, her brassiere and her stewardess's uniform. Regaining her composure she brushed her hair back. Just then one of the guards stepped out of the cockpit and waved his gun to his leader.
"Hassan," he called over to him, "come over here!" Dianne strained so she could listen. However, glancing out the window she tried to avoid letting them know she was overhearing all that was being said.
The guard who had jumped from the cockpit was telling the leader that New York had given them permission to land to refuel.
"If anybody tries to stop us," he warned, "tell them we will take off, even if we don't have enough fuel to get us across the Atlantic."
The guard nodded and went back to give the message over the radio to the control at Kennedy.
Dianne Dexter looked away when Hassan came back and sat down beside her.
"I'm gonna get dressed now," he told her, "but some of the other men will have to have their good times, too. There's plenty of time for that when we go from New York to Paris." Dianne wanted desperately to say something. Why should she be victimized like this? Why couldn't this sexual monster hijacker find some other woman on the plane to carry on with?
"We're gonna have a nice trip," he told her. "How long have you been on this route?"
"This is my first overseas flight," Dianne told him.
"Ah, how wonderful," Hassan smiled. "It will give you a trip you'll never forget."
"I hope I live to never forget it," Dianne said softly, her lower jaw trembling.
"What are you afraid of?" he shrugged as he got dressed. "You afraid to die?"
Dianne didn't reply.
"We all die sometime," the hijacker laughed. "So don't get uptight. Look at it that way." d Dianne was determined that she wasn't going to say anything more that could upset him. It' had been painful and difficult for her to endure the natural fears that kept surfacing when' she thought about her unique situation.
"There's New York," the head hijacker observed as he pointed with his gun out the window.
Sure enough, the skyscrapers of Manhattan were looming before them.
"I ... I just wish you wouldn't threaten people," Dianne warned him. "Why do you have that gun pointing at me like that?"
"I don't want you to get any wise ideas," Hassan told her frankly.
When the plane landed with an awkward thud, it was evident the pilots in the cockpit had become so nervous they could hardly fly the big jet. Looking out the window, Dianne saw the men coming with the fuel. Apparently, there wasn't going to be any confrontation at Kennedy Airport. But what would happen in Paris? She wasn't so certain that some French authorities might try to prevent their take-off at Orly Field. Only time could tell!
The head guard went into the cockpit again. He rapped on the door and it was quickly opened.
"We need a supply of food," he told the pilot. "And tell them not to try anything when they bring it."
Hastily the pilot got back in the cockpit and radioed the order to the control tower. After forty minutes on the ground and when the plane had been refueled and stocked with food for the long overseas flight, they took off. Dianne knew the pilots would probably be completely exhausted. They were supposed to change pilots in New York City. But that was out of the question now as the marathon flight to Libya got underway.
Once again they were taking off. Only this time it was a far different matter than when they took off in Los Angeles, where the flight had originated. Everyone had been in a festive mood, contemplating the beauties of Paris. But everyone was somber now as they recognized they were being held hostage by some hijackers who were bound and determined to get to Libya.
Hoping that Hassan's predictions that she would service the rest of the hijackers sexually would not come true, Dianne was disappointed when a guard stepped out of the cockpit and told Hassan to replace him there so he could have a chance.
The dark-skinned guard strode over to the stewardess and looked down at her.
"Guess you can give me a good blow job," he told her, "but it's too bad Hassan had you put your clothes on. I liked you better naked."
The stewardess's tearful humiliation meant nothing to him. The only thing that he wanted out of her was to have sex with her.
"Get your clothes off," he told her, glancing up for a moment as a guard in the main section of the passenger's cabin looked on. "I get her after you do," he told him. The guard was eager to have sex with the stewardess and he didn't hesitate to strip. He began removing his clothes and he watched her while she undressed. His pants dropped onto the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Dianne looked at him as he stood there naked and hairy before her.
"Get your clothes off quicker," he ordered angrily. Cautiously, Dianne pulled off her panties and her bra. Her full tantalizing breasts appealed to him. The guard's hands encircled them. Then she saw him reaching for the thick, turgid pole of his penis. He walked over to where she was seated naked now and told her to play with it. Reaching forward, she gradually gripped his thick shaft and began pulling up and down.
At this instant all Dianne could think of was a graveyard. She could see everyone on the plane buried. Their tombstones would all have the same date of death.
Getting angry that she wasn't paying some attention to him, the guard slapped her face crudely.
"Listen to me," he smiled without humor. "If you want to live, you will make me happy."
Tears surfaced in her eyes and that got him still more angry.
"Grab my prick and give me a good jack-off," demanded.
Reaching underneath him, she felt of his balls. Dianne massaged them while she began stroking him. With strong, hard hand grabs she pulled on his prick, getting him more excited. His naked hips and his pelvis moved in time to her grip.
Her legs parted a little more as she sat there in the plane seat. Just the two of them were in the first-class section of that part of the plane and that was the way the hijacker had intended it would be.
He walked over to her once he had removed his clothes.
"That's a girl," he told her, "just open your mouth a little more." Dianne was shaking her head as if somehow she couldn't do it. He leaned forward so he could reach her breasts with his hands. He pinched them as he surged forward. The knobby flesh of his cock pressed past her lips. For a second she thought she would choke on his cock meat.
"Suck on it," he told her. "Hurry up." Dianne could hardly believe what was happening to her. His huge, thick rode down her throat. She looked up to see the well-muscled strength of his chest as his hips pumped forward.
"OOHHH," he groaned as he pushed his big prick all the way down her throat. "THAT'S NICE. SUCK ME, SUCK ME." She began to lovingly caress the long, thick flesh of his penis as it throbbed in her mouth. It had jutted into full erection now. She enjoyed having her lips encasing his man-size hardness. She touched his balls cautiously.
"Play with them," he told her as she worked the fleshy skin back and forth between the palms of her hands with her finger tips.
With a confident smirk he told her, "Most women are crazy about my prick. They like to SWALLOW it. Suck it off."
He was really horny for her. His long, hard hunk of prick meat rode down her throat and his balls slapped against her lips as he fucked forcibly now. She thought she would choke as he went on driving down her. She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closing as she breathed anxiously, her lips clasping his prick as he rode it down her throat with all of his might. His hands reached out to grip her head.
"The thing you need most in the world is my long, hard dick," he told her as he rode down her throat. The thick, blood-engorged length of his cock almost choked her. Yet Dianne felt strangely excited. She couldn't under stand why, but she did. The musky scent of his crotch, combining with the tempting taste of his sperm as it started to spurt down her throat pleased her.
"That's what I want," he told her. "Suck. Suck it."
The thought of swallowing his sperm did not please her. However, with a pistol pointed at her head she knew she'd better do as she was told.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "SUCK MY COCK. SUCK IT OFF!"
His hard, throbbing prick rammed down her throat with wild abandon. "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE," he gasped. "NOW YOU'RE SUCKING. SUCK IT OFF." When she stopped for an instant, he surprised her by pulling his prick out of her mouth. Its huge, knobby head glistened as traces of cum oozed from its tip.
"Maybe I'd better teach you some DISCIPLINE," he said with authority. "You might as well lick my asshole."
The nervous young stewardess looked up as he lowered his buttocks directly over her face.
"LICK MY ASS," he demanded.
Afraid now of what he might try to do, she let her tongue lightly lash at his ass cheeks.
"That's not good enough," he told her. "I want you to suck my ass out."
He forced her farther down over his ass. Dianne's tongue stiffened and he stabbed it right up her tight anal opening.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "SUCK MY ASSHOLE. SUCK IT!"
With fear, she closed her eyes, letting her tongue ease up his tight, hot anus. He pumped up and down furiously.
"NOW YOU'RE DOING IT," he told her as he felt her hands grasping his buttocks.
She was sucking and licking just the way he wanted her to.
"Better pull your tongue out," he told her 'cause now I'm gonna stick it back in your mouth." He was hot as a firecracker and ready to explode. Dianne reached up to grip his stiffened prick as he eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head of it down her throat. The stewardess groaned in wanton surrender as she felt his throbbing cock sliding against the back of her throat. She was sucking at him ravenously, pulling his lust-enthralled virility into the burning heat of her mouth. Her lips trembled and her body shook with fear as she gave him his passionate desires.
"OOOHHH. YES, YES ... DAMN IT ... I CAN'T STAND IT. I CAN'T STAND IT. SUCK ME, SUCK ME GOOD AND HARD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, SUCK ME!"
The handsome Arab hijacker fucked the stewardess with all of his might. Her eyes were tightly clenched as tears of naked humiliation trickled over her cheeks. "OOOHHH," the naked hijacker groaned as he levered himself, plunging his prick farther, "SUCK. SUCK IT."
It was so big, she thought she would choke. He was driving in so fast now she was almost going out of her mind. Every inch of his long, hard prick was nearly choking her. His prick surged in her with a gut-wrenching thrust that almost jolted the breath from her loins. Deeper and deeper he plowed into her, deeper than she thought possible without choking. He pinched her nipple tips as he fucked her face with wild abandon.
"Feel of my ass while I fuck your face," the hijacker demanded. The stewardess reached for his buttocks. With fervent, hot hand movements she played with his buttocks as he worked his prick inhumanly in and out of her mouth. Up and down he fucked her. Sometimes he would pull out until just the bulbous, purplish tip of his cock remained between her lips. With a groan of wild pleasure, he would ram his naked prick down her throat with lust and desire. The glistening thickness of his cock excited her. She reached up and felt of his buttocks.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "FUCK. FUCK IT."
His body trembled with wild spasms of erotic frenzy. "OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," he cried out as he rutted into her face, pumping frantically up and down, levering himself skillfully with his knees and thighs as he shot his sticky white sperm.
She could feel the breath leave her lungs as his whole body began to throb and quake as he held her tightly with one hand and pointed a gun at her temple with the other. He was going to force her to suck him off. His cock suddenly began to pulse and shudder and more white cum erupted in her throat. Dianne moaned again, almost collapsing across the airplane seat.
"EAT IT ... EVERY DROP OF IT," he demanded. "SUCK IT!" a His thick shaft kept shooting sperm until it was dribbling.
When he had finished unloading his cum in her mouth, he slowly eased out of her.
"WOW," he smiled, "YOU'RE A GOOD COCK SUCKER!" He chuckled to himself as he reached for his shorts and began getting dressed. Dianne watched, hoping she would have an opportunity to reach for the gun. He placed it far enough away from her so that it would be difficult for her to grab the gun without him grabbing her first.
"You just keep your clothes off," he told her. "The other men have got to have some fun with you, too. Relax. It's still quite a ways before we get to Orly Field." The blue-veined hardness of his prick remained in her mind. She could see his bloated testicles and his skewering thickness as he rammed it down her throat. She closed her eyes to blot out the memory of it.
"You ought to thank me," he smiled.
Unable to control her disgust any longer, the stewardess leered at him.
"For what?"
Glaring at her, the hijacker slapped her face roughly.
"You should thank me for my cum," he snapped.
"Thanks," Dianne replied wryly. For a moment the hijacker wanted to hit her.
But another man was coming out of the cockpit and looking her way.
"Hey, I'm next," the other hijacker told her. She looked up at the good-looking, dark-skinned Arab. He was walking toward her, a lusty smile playing about his lips. He was of medium height and wore clothes that would make it impossible for anyone to tell what he was planning-for he looked like any ordinary businessman. He smiled down at Dianne as he waved his gun back and forth in front of her face.
CHAPTER THREE
The frightened stewardess was not prepared for what happened next. The Arab gripped her and thrust her to the floor.
"On your knees," he told her. "I'm gonna stick my prick up your ass."
The thought of having him shove her around made her angry. She breathed heavily as she looked up at him.
"Well, you don't have to shove me around," she told him.
When Dianne landed with her knees, she let out a small moan of pain. This got the hijacker angry.
"I don't want to hear you anymore," he told her emphatically. "I want you to be quiet. Do you understand?"
She understood all too well. Dianne didn't make a sound as he got to his knees. Spitting in his hand he applied his own spittle to his throbbing, long prick.
"Relax," he told her, "and I'm gonna fuck you good." Lust contorted his features into a wild mask of wanton abandon. His sweaty body frightened her as he undressed. He pulled his pants down and then his shorts. His hands gripped his lengthy, thick shaft.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said as he gripped his heavily veined, rock-hard cock. Dianne turned and looked over her shoulder. The look of erotic frenzy on his face indicated the only thing that mattered to him now was guiding his prick up her asshole. Dropping to his knees and with a virile, masculine voice, he gave her a command that aroused her passions.
"Bend over FARTHER, and pull your ass apart so I can stick my prick up you," he told her emphatically. She reached back as she gripped her buttocks. Dianne spread them wide and closed her eyes. She could feel his pulsating flesh entering her tight asshole. He moaned throatily as he rammed it to her. His impaling thickness slowly slid inside of her.
"FUCK," he said, deliberately humiliating her, forcing her not only to beg for it, but to ASSIST him. "ASK FOR IT," he demanded.
"FUCK ME," Dianne finally blurted.
All inhibitions had vanished with her knowledge that she had NO options. She splayed her legs wider apart, granting him easy access to her open behind. Lewdly her muscular young lover eased his huge shaft between her ripe buttocks. She groaned as she felt the thick, blunt head of his penis sliding inside of her. The elastic opening of her anus hesitated as he rammed forward.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, AAAAHHHHGGGGHHHH," the stewardess whimpered as the hijacker's huge cock tip drove past her tight anus.
Strangely, she wanted it all, every fucking inch of his man meat. Nothing else mattered now.
"FUCK ME-FUCK ME," he gasped as he rode in her ass all the way. "TWIST YOUR BUTT AROUND." As he rode every inch of his shaft inside of her, all of the pent-up lustful desires that burned in his balls came into play. Desperately he needed to satisfy his carnal lusts. Why was he sliding it in so slowly? she wondered. However, when he began ramming it in hard, increasing the tempo of his hip movements, she understood why. Tantalizing her, teasing her and making her beg for his huge shaft was all part of his erotic pleasure. Her eyes froze with fear when she glanced up at him. She could see that he was a mean bastard and she was afraid.
He hovered over her now and she was helpless beneath him. The pulsating head of his throbbing cock disappeared into the hot, tight asshole. He shoved forward, his chest crushing down hard against her as he fucked. Wickedly he slammed his thick prick forward with all of his muscular strength and sizable buttocks. She could feel his throbbing cock head sliding inside of her asshole in a pistoning movement.
"OOOHHH," he groaned. "I LOVE IT. FUCK, BABY, FUCK." His rock-hard cock tore in and out of her tight asshole. The assault on her narrow passageway made her feel as though she was coming apart under the sharp impact of his driving prick. But the hijacker wasn't stopping now. Lust was controlling him. His sweaty body and the weight of his chest crushing on her back as his fiery plunging rode up her asshole indicated how much he was enjoying it.
To Dianne's amazement and delight, she discovered that she enjoyed the lengthy, thick shaft filling up her ass as he rode in with obvious vigor and delight. Passionately he pumped it to her as he made his demand.
"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME," he ordered passionately. His fingernails bit into her tit flesh. But it didn't matter to her. It only added fire to his fuck as he revved her up. Her ass muscles steadily contracted as his huge shaft continued riding inside of her behind. By clasping and grasping and releasing her grip on his thrusting tool, Dianne could feel a shiver of sexual electricity flashing up and down her tingling spine. Her body was on fire to be fucked. She had to have him now.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS, I LOVE IT," she begged as she felt him deliberately plunging his prick, first one direction and then the other. The stewardess groaned helplessly as the hijacker, lost in his lust, savagely fucked her rectum. Dianne could feel her narrow, stretched anus widening to accommodate his driving cock jabs. He burrowed in deeply, telling her to twist her ass around for him. She undulated her hips as he furiously fucked her. His hands reached out to grip the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks, closing his eyes for an instant in sexual ecstasy as he rode into her with plunging, driving cock stabs.
However, his eyes opened so swiftly that she knew she could never make a reach for his gun, which lay nearby. Her naked body twitched beneath him. He could feel her ass grabbing at his thick, fleshy penis, pulling him, sucking him in deeper. He was driving it back between her legs, enjoying it enormously.
Reaching underneath her, he let his finger tips feel of her tender cunt lips. He watched his prick plunging in and out now, changing the tempo. It aroused him to see Dianne's body twitching beneath him. He wanted to ride his prick in her all the way, to feel his throbbing hugeness plunging in without mercy. To feel his balls slapping lewdly against her quivering ass cheeks.
"I want you to BEG for it," he whispered.
"Ask me to fuck you."
He was a sadistic son-of-a-bitch, she thought to herself. Asking her to beg to be tortured. When she didn't instantly respond, he slapped her ass cheeks crudely.
"ASK FOR IT," he insisted angrily.
"FUCK ME-FUCK ME-," she panted, her voice trembling with passionate emotion. "LET ME FEEL IT!" His skewering prick rode in and out of her with a hypnotic, slow rhythm that ignited her cunt. His fingers could feel her pussy start to juice as he pumped his prick up her ass in an accelerating tempo. He drove the full, throbbing length of his lust-driven male member up her asshole all the way. The wild Arab could feel the grip of her rectal muscles as she grabbed at his stabbing shaft, pumping her butt back to meet his driving prick.
He slowly withdrew his deeply implanted cock, pulling out gently and letting it rest for a moment as he rode in again and again.
"FUCK ME ... FILL ME UP WITH YOUR PRICK," Dianne panted. Somewhere, as if it were an echo chamber from far away, she remembered the best way to stop a sex maniac was to act as if you enjoyed it. Perhaps she could give him such a performance that he would ignite and explode. Then it would all be over at last.
He rammed forward with all of his sexual savage drive. The full, throbbing length of his cock rode deep into her helpless cunt. Over and over he thrust his cock meat into her. With each wet, thudding stab he could feel her pumping back to meet him. Keeping his hand underneath her now, he continued fingering her cunt. Then he pulled his fingers from her pussy and played with her full, ripe ass cheeks. He cupped them hotly in the palms of his hands, squeezing them as he continued driving his cruel cock into her twisting asshole.
Dianne's flushed face indicated the mixed pain and pleasure she was experiencing at the same moment. She glanced over, her shoulder once more. She could see the muscular man, his firm-set jaw and erotic blazing eyes and she felt helpless. He was forcing her legs farther over now, so he could have deeper access to her ass. Dianne bent over so far it was difficult to breathe, but the hijacker didn't care about that. His only concern was his own pleasure.
At this angle, he obtained deeper penetration. She felt his huge, throbbing cock pistoning in and out of her asshole. His sperm-bloated balls were slapping lewdly against her anus every time he drilled her. A cool waft of air in her ass crack chilled her as he spread her legs to obtain still deeper penetration.
His chest pressed down on her as he kept her pinned in this uncomfortable position. With his hands gripping her breasts, he squeezed them crudely, pinching them, hurting them as he continued pistoning in and out of her tight ass opening.
To her amazement, Dianne enjoyed the erotic sound of his heavy testicles slapping against her tightly clenched buttocks when she would push back. It was a unique sensation. But that erotic moment of release was what she was waiting for. Then the torture would be over. For an instant their entwined bodies struggled for release. They both wanted to experience that pitch of passionate pleasure, that lust-crazed moment when they would cum.
Her body rode back to meet his meaty, throbbing cock stabs. He reached for her ass cheeks, squeezing them with wild abandon as he savagely rode his hot, pumping shaft into her slurping, grabbing ass.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS," the stewardess gasped over and over, hoping it would satisfy him to the point where he would unload. "RAM IT TO ME. I WANT TO FEEL EVERY INCH OF IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
The hijacker continued driving his cock into her grasping behind. Parting her ass cheeks, he watched as his huge, pulsating rod rode in her. With long, hard lunges he continued driving his surging prick into her grasping behind. Savagely he propelled his pulsating cock into her grasping behind. Savagely he propelled his pulsating cock into her at this angle. Her breasts heaved and quivered, her hard nipples indicating how excited she had become as he continued plowing into her.
All that meant anything at this moment was the passionate urge to cum. He continued driving his pulsating shaft in and out of her hot, tight, twisting asshole, driving it deep within her. She quivered under him now as he finished.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK-" Dianne could feel him shooting his load. It was easy sliding now as he continued riding up her hot, twisting ass.
"AAAHHH, OHHHHH, OOOHHH, I'M CUMMING," he groaned.
His hands gripped her bare buttocks, squeezing them and pinching her ass cheeks as he kept cumming.
"OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK," he grunted as he went on riding up her tight, twisting behind.
When he finally withdrew his prick from her behind, some of his cum dripped on her bare buttocks.
She collapsed as he swiftly pulled out of her. Dianne lay there for a long, still moment. Barely able to breathe, he looked down at her.
"You're some fuck," he told her. Hoping that he would at least give her a cigarette or a drink to ease the pain and the shame that she was experiencing, she finally asked him, "Could you get me a cigarette? Or maybe a drink. I need something."
He knew that she did and he didn't hesitate to get it for her. He poured her a drink and gave her a cigarette and when he finished dressing, he told her that she had to remain naked for the rest of the flight.
"Why did you pick ME?" she demanded.
"We figured we'd take turns with you," he explained, "and when you finish your drink, one of the guards in the main part of the cabin is gonna come here and fuck you."
"He's not a guard," Dianne told him belligerently, "he's a hijacker and so are you. Why are you doing this to us?"
The hijacker kept silent.
"I don't have to explain anything to you," he finally told her. "Do you get that?"
Sipping her drink slowly, Dianne nodded.
"I know you don't, but you don't really seem like an awful person," she said. "You really DON'T."
"I think I'm doing what I have to do," he told her as he got dressed now, "so don't blame ME. Just make sure you don't try anything funny, like reaching for my gun. I saw your eyes looking at it a few minutes ago."
Dianne assured him that she wouldn't. After that, he left her and one of the men from the main section of the passengers' cabin came in. He closed the door behind him and looked at the appealing naked stewardess who was stretched out on three seats, trying to get some rest.
"Guess you're ready for me now," he smirked.
Walking over to her, he insisted that she drop to her knees.
"Why?" Dianne demanded.
The hijacker pointed a gun at her head.
"I give the orders," he told her, "and YOU Obey them without question. If you don't, you'll be very sorry." The swarthy, dark-haired man looked at her with callous lack of concern. Dianne realized there was no debating anything now. Naked, she dropped to her knees and looked up at him. He kicked her with his shoe.
"That's because you were trying to be difficult," he laughed as he started to strip. Dianne watched him carefully. The first thing he did was place the gun three seats away so that if anyone was going to get it, he would be the closest to it. She knew she could never get past this hunk of muscular man.
"I want to have you lick me all over," he told her. "Give me a trip around the world with your tongue."
Dianne tried to divert the subject.
"This is my first trip overseas," she told him.
"And I'll bet this is your first trip around the world with your tongue," he chuckled.
CHAPTER FOUR
When the hijacker was completely naked, he stretched out across three passenger seats and told Dianne to start licking. He raised his legs and spread them for her.
"I ... I think I know what you want me to do," Dianne said evenly as she knelt beside the seat.
She let her hands wander down between his legs. Finally, she was licking at his ass cheeks.
"Right on," he told her as she began getting him more excited every second.
Her tongue gently licked around his splayed legs. Lewdly she pulled on his penis. She could see his balls quiver and pulse as she pulled his throbbing prick.
"Suck my balls," he begged her.
Her tongue swept around his asshole and then she opened her mouth and let him slip his balls inside.
"LICK THEM," he told her. "LICK 'EM GOOD."
She gripped his hips as he pumped his cock forward. Grasping his huge, forbidden prick, she suddenly felt a desire to suck on it.
"LICK MY ASSHOLE SOME MORE," he told her. His raging genital heat, reaching broiling heights now, caused him to become more excited than ever. The beautiful brunette stewardess let her face slip beneath, his buttocks. Clutching his sinewy ass cheeks, she tongue fucked his rectum as he wiggled back and forth.
Another hijacker stepped out of the cockpit and watched. He became so excited as he looked at what was happening, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his prick, tossed his gun aside for a moment, and began jacking off.
"OOOHHH," the other hijacker who was getting his ass sucked groaned passionately, "LICK MY ASS. THAT'S WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO. LICK IT." She kept licking at his behind as he pumped over her face. When he reached the point when he was certain that his turgid stiffness was ready to explode, he told her to suck on his blood-engorged member.
Withdrawing her tongue from his rectum, Dianne traced along his testicles and under his prick. Guiding his thick, rigid cock to her mouth, he told her to start sucking quickly.
"SUCK MY COCK," he told her. "SUCK IT!"
Wasting no time now, she began licking at his huge, meaty cock head.
"OOOHHHH," the hijacker groaned, "SUCK, SUCK!" Lewdly, ravenously, she sucked on his rigid, hard man meat. Her cheeks hollowed as his prick rode in her face. She gripped his sinewy ass cheeks as he guided himself into her. Opening her eyes she could see his saliva-slickened member as he pumped it to her. Frantically he ran his fingers through her silky brown hair. Guiding her now, he told her to eat it.
"SUCK MY COCK OFF," he told her. "SUCK IT. PLAY WITH MY BALLS." The young girl nibbled at his hard prick. With a grunt of naked lust, the hijacker ran his cock between her lips and against the back of her throat with a gagging thrust that brought a sighing whimper of pleasure to her. She enjoyed the sensation of his cock slipping wetly into the velvety grip of her throat.
There was a little pain at first as she began to chokingly swallow his cock head to keep from gagging. Just the briefest moment. of sharp, exquisite agony as the end of his long, rigid prick bent to slither hotly down her gullet, was what she experienced. Now that the pain was gone, she was left with the incredibly arousing sensation as if a hundred tiny fingers were massaging the whole naked sperm-loaded length of his cock as she gulped and swallowed over and over.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as the glowing heat of his loins got him more excited.
He reached down and pinched the jiggling tips of her nipples.
"SUCK ON IT," he panted as he shoved his young, hard cock so far down her throat she nearly gagged. The stewardess wanted his cock. She wanted his gushing, creamy cum down her throat. She wanted to suck him and lick him there between his slender, muscled legs, until he emptied his lust-bloated balls right into her belly.
Watching got the other hijacker so excited now that he gripped his prick with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, jacking off in time to her hot, cock-sucking action.
"SUCK IT OFF," he told her. "SUCK IT OFF, YOU COCK-HUNGRY PRICK EATER." With her eyes closed, the stewardess sucked. The raging genital heat in her own crotch made her wish she had another man fucking her. The thought of having two men doing it to her at the same time stimulated and excited Dianne.
The hijacker felt the volcano-like eruption of his long, aching cock begin deep in the passion-distended orbs of his balls. It was churning and seething there, like boiling cream, until just the right moment. His head went back in involuntary spasm as a wanton cry gurgled from his throat. Reaching down, his hands tightened over her ears and he held her painfully tight there between his legs as a river of seething, hot, white sperm rushed up from his testicles, along the hard length of his penis.
Now he slowed his face-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, throat skewering movements that milked out the onrushing flood of his youthfully potent eruption. She felt his cock throb between her lips, her stomach tightening as her tongue sensed the rushing gush of his sperm racing along the length of his prick, even before it started to spurt. With a gasping moan, he started to empty his balls down the stewardess's quaking throat.
Her mind seemed to careen and twist in dizzy incomprehension of the action of the moment. The shameful awareness of what she was doing burst through her thoughts. She wanted his cum. She was anxious to taste his young, virile ejaculation as it shot down her throat passage. Dianne gulped, swallowing the fluid in heavy mouthfuls, her tongue swirling hotly over the quivering shaft of his prick meat as it flailed like a runaway fire hose, unloading its potent juices right down her gulping throat in rivulets that drained from her cheeks and trickled obscenely at the comers of her mouth. The stewardess gulped, swallowing over and over and wheezing for air through her distended nostrils.
The hot flames of passion that his young, virile cock had stirred in her shameless loins, tormented her. The other guard who had stepped from the cockpit and had enjoyed jacking off while he was watching her suck cock, came over now.
"Get on the floor, fucker," he ordered. "You're gonna get a mouthful."
Dianne was forced to lie down in the middle of the aisle. Then he got down on top of her and brushed his sweaty balls over her nose.
"LICK THEM," he demanded. She opened her mouth and let his sperm-laden balls slide gently inside. She felt her nose being tickled by the curly pubic hairs of his crotch. Dianne looked up at the blue-veined hardness of his cock. She was anxious to have him fuck her face. The pungent scent of his prick pleased her. Sucking on his balls, she gently massaged his ass cheeks. Her index finger eased up his tight anal crack.
"SUCK ME," the man demanded. "SUCK MY PRICK."
The ravenous passion burned in her body now. Gurgling with savage desire, Dianne began sucking with animalish frenzy.
"EAT IT, OOOHHHH, EAT IT," he exclaimed anxiously. "SUCK MY COCK OFF." She opened her mouth, releasing his balls and 'let him ease his cock in. He looked down at her with hot, anxious desire. Heedlessly he fucked her face. Inch by inch he got inside of her mouth and began ramming forward with strong, skewering strokes.
"FUCK," he told her as he rode in her with pounding, driving cock stabs. She wanted that hot, white sperm to be spewed from the slitted head of his expanding cock. She wanted to feel it splashing down her throat.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "THIS GIRL SURE CAN GIVE HEAD." Dianne let her lips flip at the tip of his quivering cock. She was gurgling with animalistic mewling sounds. The other man who had finished fucking her face, got down between her legs. Parting her pussy lips he began sucking at her hair-fringed fissure.
The delicious sensation of having her cunt sucked, while she was giving head, surprised her. Having been brought up in a small community and never permitting herself to join in the sexual rebellion, it came as an astonishing surprise to her how pleasurable this kind of wanton sexual behavior could be.
"EAT IT," he ordered her. "SUCK MY COCK OFF, SUCK IT." She opened her eyes and watched the huge prick as it slipped rhythmically in and out of her face. He was lewdly driving into her. The wanton arousal that she had created within his body made him impatient to have his cock explode. He ravaged her mouth with his meaty erection. Paying no attention to any sensation except his own pleasure, he drove his thick, long prick with rampaging intensity. Dianne felt it almost choking her.
"COME ON," he told her as he drove in her, "SUCK IT, SUCK IT."
Ravenous passion drove him on.. His balls slapped against her face as he fucked with wild abandon. In the meantime, Dianne was enjoying the delicious thrills of the other hijacker licking at her crotch. The hijacker who was sucking on her pussy, threw her legs up in the air. He was determined that he was going to enjoy her to the ultimate. Fingering her asshole while he sucked on her pussy, he obtained a double delight. She wrapped her legs around his head and ground her cunt in his face, amazed at the pleasure she could derive in this perverse fashion.
In the meantime, the thrills kept flashing through her body and she was nervous and uptight. The man who was fucking her face glanced over his shoulder. He observed his buddy eating her cunt. He envied him his position. He knew that he wanted to get down there and lap up some delicious pussy juices from her gorgeous young cunt.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," the man who was getting his cock sucked cried out passionately, "SUCK MY PRICK OFF. GET EVERY DROP OF IT. SWALLOW ME." She could feel his huge, slippery prick gliding down her throat. With wild abandon he fucked her face. He watched her cheeks hollow in as he sawed in and out of her mouth. Her lips clasped his sliding, sticky, long shaft. The pungent scent of his crotch propelled her tongue onward. It wouldn't be much longer until he was exploding his load in her mouth. She waited eagerly for that erotic moment to come.
Dianne wanted to feel his juicy, hot balls exploding.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he felt his cock shoving and shooting. "HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!"
Hot-white, gushing droplets of sticky, white sperm shot down her throat. Gulping greedily, the young brunette stewardess sucked him off completely. When he had finished unloading his cum in her mouth, he eased his prick out of her face. Some of his hot semen dropped on her lips. The cock-crazy stewardess licked at her lips as she. finished him off. Patting his buttocks, she watched him get to his feet and reach for his gun. She knew that by the time they got to Paris she would be an accomplished lover. Fear had disappeared from her as she felt the hijackers would do her no harm. As long as she complied with their every erotic desire, no matter how perverse or bizarre, she felt secure.
Dianne reached down to grip the head of the hijacker who was eating her pussy.
"LAP ME, LICK ME, SUCK ME, EAT ME," she cried in a frenzy. "OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT. LOVE ME, LOVE ME."
The horny, hungry hijacker lapped her up greedily. All at once she was juicing. The delicious taste of her cunt excited and ignited his passionate tongue swipes inside of her. When he had finished licking her cunt of its juices, he pulled out, letting his tongue slide lazily down her moist inner thigh. He reached up and squeezed her tits and smiled appreciatively.
Getting to his feet, he told her she could get dressed.
"We've all got to have something to eat before we get there," he smiled, "and you've got to have some more strength. Because the other men are gonna fuck your face, too." Reaching for her sheer panties, Dianne slipped into them nervously. She once more was dressed now in her stewardess uniform. Sitting in a seat by herself, she tried to relax. But it was impossible.
One of the hijackers came over and talked to her.
"I'll bet you think we're some kind of monsters, don't you?" he grinned.
When she didn't reply, he became angry and belligerent. "Answer me when I talk to you," he commanded her.
Fearfully she looked into his face.
"No, no, I don't think you're any kind of a monster," she said, anxious to massage his ego. "I mean, you're a good lover." Finally he introduced himself.
"My name is David," he explained, "and I'm just on a mission that I believe is right. There isn't any other way to do it. They won't give us any opportunity to speak."
Making a daring move, the beautiful brunette stewardess placed her hand gently over his lips.
"Relax now," she told him softly, "and enjoy yourself."
"It isn't easy to relax," he told her. "Knowing that every breath you draw could be your last one."
Once more Dianne remained silent. She didn't know what to say.
"What's your name?" he smiled at the stewardess.
"Dianne," she grinned good-naturedly. "Is this your first trip like this?"
David nodded sheepishly.
"My FIRST trip overseas, too," Dianne told him.
"I'll bet you never thought it would be like this, did you?"
Glancing at the gun that he was still holding at her, she shook her head. "No, I had visions of something quite different," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, I hoped I would be in Paris to meet some handsome Frenchman who would take me to Maxine's Restaurant and the Lido Night Club. I imagined he would walk me down the Champs Elysees and take me into a beautiful jewelry store and buy me a lovely ring."
David's eyes glistened with disgust. "You're just a whore," he told her. "You got this job so you could put the make on rich men everywhere. You'll sell your cunt for what you can get. After that, you'll settle down with some man who can give you everything you want, so you can be spoiled for the rest of your life. You have it nice."
Realizing what a mistake she had made by confiding anything in him, Dianne tried to make light of what she had already told him.
"You didn't believe me," she giggled coyly, masking her true feelings. "I was only saying that to you to pass the time. This is a bit nerve wracking, isn't it?" Shaking his head, David told her, "No. Just living is nerve wracking," he went on. "Going down a freeway you can get killed. So you can get killed being a hijacker. But the odds are, nobody's gonna get killed if they will listen. Problem is that people don't want to listen."
"By listen, you mean do everything you say, isn't that it, David?"
"Yes, I guess it is," David agreed.
There was a commotion in the cabin and the guard got to his feet and went to the door that divided the first-class section from the coach passengers.
"Need any help?" David asked.
"No, everything's under control," a voice said. "Some old man with his cane tried to hit me. It didn't work."
The bloodied face of the elderly gentleman who had raised his cane in protest revealed the hijackers meant business. Nervously glancing into the coach section of the jet, the stewardess recognized for the first time the brutality that was in the nature of the sadistic hijackers. She wanted desperately to get them to stop but that wasn't possible. No matter what, she had to do what they wanted. And it was this fact that made her so uptight.
The hijacker closed the sliding door and came back to sit down two seats ahead of hers. "We're trying to find out if we can get more fuel at Orly Field in Paris," he explained, "and as soon as we get the word, we'll all feel better. I can hardly wait to get to Libya. It's been my dream for so long."
"Why do you want to get there?" she asked curiously.
"THAT I can't talk to you about," David told her frankly. "But I can tell you this. I'm happy. I'm doing what I want to do."
"But if you lose your life in the process, is it worth it?" she asked sincerely. At first the thought of him getting killed upset David. However, once he recognized the question sprang from her sincere compassion and feeling for him, he didn't act so uptight about her question at all.
"I ... I don't know what to say," he told her. "I don't want to lose my life and I don't want to live if I can't change things. And it seems the only people who can ever change anything are those who are willing to die. And I'm willing to die if I have to."
It was impossible for Dianne to talk any sense into the hijacker's head. Yet she had been given some knowledge of how he felt about his situation. And this bothered her. For she could see that he wasn't thinking straight. He was willing to risk anything for an impossible dream. And in the process his life would undoubtedly be snuffed out. The only problem that she was concerned with right now, however, was what her chances were.
"After all," the hijacker told her with a wry smile, "if I go you go with us and all the others. We have the dynamite."
For the first time the scope of the evil that the hijackers were ..planning hit her with sharp, razor-like impact.
"Dynamite?" the stewardess asked huskily. "You mean you'd blow us all up and the plane, too?"
"If they force us to," he explained. "But only if THEY force US. Can't you understand?"
"I'm afraid I do understand," Dianne replied, her voice quivering. When David walked back into the cockpit, she was alone for a moment. But she couldn't go anywhere. She had to stay right there and think. Think about her fate. It looked grim and grave.
She thought back to what her mother had told her. The words of her warning came to Dianne with wings now.
"Dianne, you're going to risk your life being an airplane stewardess. Mark my words."
CHAPTER FIVE
As the big jet landed in Paris, Dianne Dexter heard the Arab hijackers talking about the good fortune they were having. The control tower at Orly Field had cleared the runway for them to land and assured them they would receive fuel. However, they wanted the hijackers to leave the hostages behind. When they refused, they still agreed to give them the refueling they needed to continue to Libya, as long as they would give assurances that none of the passengers on the plane would be harmed.
Dianne heaved a sigh of relief as she saw the beautiful city of Paris spreading out underneath the plane as they soared down through the clouds.
They landed with a thud and she was certain it was because the pilots in the cockpit were so uptight, having a pistol aimed at their heads.
After the refueling had been accomplished, they continued on their flight. However, to Dianne's amazement they grabbed a stewardess who was in the coach section of the airplane. They brought her back and told her they wanted her to perform sex acts with Dianne. Shaking her head at the hijackers, the blonde stewardess declared she couldn't.
"Why the fuck can't you?" the swarthy skinned Hassan demanded, his eyes blazing with rage at the thought that anyone would defy him.
Waving his gun in front of the blonde, he ordered her to remove her clothes.
"You animal," she snapped.
Hassan was outraged that she would ever say such a thing to him. Going over to where she was he wasted no time in roughing her up.
"Maybe you'll behave a little better now," he told her.
He watched now as she stripped.
"Take off everything," he ordered.
Once the stunning, statuesque blonde had stripped completely, he looked at her with lusty admiration.
"You've got a beautiful body, baby," he told her, "now you'd better use it for our entertainment."
Two more hijackers joined Hassan as he watched.
"Dianne," Hassan grinned, "you're quite a good screw. Why don't you take the initiative? Here's a dildo we brought along so we could watch you girls fuck each other."
Opening a briefcase, he pulled out a dildo and tossed it to Dianne.
"You'll enjoy it, honey," he assured the blonde.
Dianne looked over at her co-worker. Peggy looked upset. "Do what you have to do, Dianne," Peggy said with an air of resignation. She was proud of her body but hated to use it like this. Peggy watched while Dianne strapped the dildo onto her body.
"Here's a towel," Hassan smiled as he flung a towel on the aisle between the seats.
Peggy got on the floor and lay on her back. She looked up as Dianne got on top of her.
"Smile like you're enjoying it," Hassan said. Her firm, resilient breasts appealed to him. He loved the sight of her round ass cheeks. And he imagined how he would fuck her. But at this point he only wanted to see the two women making it. It was a perverse act and it excited him just to think he could make them do anything he liked.
Whispering, Dianne told Peggy, "I'm SORRY." It irritated Hassan to think that she would whisper anything. Two other hijackers closed in and watched as the plastic penis slowly inched its way inside of Peggy's fur-trimmed triangle.
"Get right in there and fuck her," Hassan ordered. "Play with her tits, too."
Reaching out, Dianne gripped the blonde's huge breasts. Her finger tips pinched the nipples.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "THAT'S TOO MUCH."
The two women were going at it hot and heavy now.
"FUCK IT," Hassan demanded as he watched.
Dianne went on lewdly driving her dildo into Peggy's hot cuntal hole. She could hear the lurid plop of it sloshing in her slick cunt as she quickened the pace.
"Tell her to fuck you," one of the crude hijackers demanded, looking directly at the blue-eyed blonde.
Peggy gasped. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she called out, pathos and passion mingling in her voice. "Ooohhh, fuck, fuck." To make the act seem more convincing, Hassan insisted that Dianne press her lips against Peggy's lips. Bending over, she did so. As the two of them started kissing, it was obvious that they were enjoying the stimulating sensation.
Peggy's eyes looked up at Dianne appreciatively as she watched her driving the cum-laden dildo into her hot, juicy pussy hole.
"FUCK," Hassan told Dianne. "I'M GONNA MOUNT YOUR ASS. WHILE YOU'RE SCREWING HER CUNT, I'M GONNA SCREW YOUR ASS." The horny Arab hijacker dropped to his knees. He unfastened his belt, never taking his eyes off the erotic sight before him. Slowly he pulled down his shorts. His throbbing, thick prick stood up rigid and ready. Clasping Dianne's smooth, round ass cheeks, he slowly inserted his penis.
"Ohhh, don't do that," Dianne pleaded. "Please. You're gonna kill me. I can't stand it." This only added fire to Hassan's fuck. He enjoyed screwing Dianne's behind while Dianne was driving the dildo into the blonde stewardess's cuntal opening. The men applauded as they watched him screwing.
"Give her a good fuck, Hassan," they told him. "Screw her."
It was very difficult for Hassan to get his prick all the way up Dianne's tight anus. With a wrenching, hard jab, he finally plunged his prick all the way forward.
"FUCK IT," he gasped, "FUCK."
He rode his hard, long dick with rhythmic, deep strokes.
"FUCK," he panted Breathlessly. "FUCK, OOOHHHH, FUCK!" Delicious tingles of excitement surged through Dianne's body now as she got thrills both ways. To her amazement, once he'd managed to get his throbbing, long dick up her tight, hot ass she enjoyed it.
"FUCK," he told her. "FUCK IT."
At the same time, Peggy had become so thrilled with the dildo driving in her pussy that she couldn't help admitting she loved it. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SO DEEP IN MY PUSSY! YES ... YES ... I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT," she cried out passionately, shaking her head so that her long, blonde hair flailed about her face.
Hassan grinned wickedly as he watched the blonde stewardess getting her cunt fucked with the dildo.
"This ought to give you a thrill, too," he laughed as he rammed it up Dianne's behind all the way.
With his prick up her ass, it speeded up the tempo of Dianne's dildo stabs into Peggy's pussy. Instantly Peggy could see it was an exciting three-way.
"FUCK," he grunted as he rutted up her asshole, "FUCK IT."
With driving, hard cock stabs he continued riding into her this way.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "SCREW IT. THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. FUCK IT. FASTER, FASTER!" With deliberate, hard dildo stabs Dianne rode into Peggy's hot, twisting cuntal opening. The men who were watching got so excited they unzipped their flies, pulled out their pricks and began jacking off in unison to the wild sexual orgy that was going on before their very eyes.
Dianne was working her ass up and down against Hassan's prick in her ass. She enjoyed having his ramming cock riding in her rectum. At the same time Hassan worked his middle finger in and out of her pussy. It was amazing how much excitement she could absorb, "OOOHHH, YES ... YES...." Dianne gasped in erotic arousal. "I'M CUMMING. FUCK MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH. AAAHHH. YES. YES.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Dianne screamed loudly as if she wanted everyone on the airplane to hear her. Her body was covered with a misty sheen of perspiration as her hips pumped frantically up and down, levering herself skillfully so that she could screw her girl friend with the dildo and give her hijack lover a fuck he would never forget.
Hassan felt his whole body begin to throb and quake as he held her buttocks tightly. He loved grabbing on her behind as his cock viciously pulsed and screwed up her ass. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until his gushing sperm exploded in her quaking, restless behind.
"MORE!" the stewardess begged. "SHOVE IT IN ME. I WANT EVERY FUCKING INCH OF YOUR DICK MEAT SLIDING IN MY ASSHOLE. FUCK ME, HASSAN, FUCK ME!" It inspired Hassan to have the beautiful stewardess panting and begging for his huge prick. He was tired of fucking with half-hearted whores. Here he was, clinging to a sweat soaked, trembling, young, brunette beauty. She couldn't get enough of his cock meat.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Dianne begged, delirious with excitement. "I ... I WANT IT. I NEED IT! SCREW ME ... OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES ... YES!"
Hassan knew he didn't have much longer to wait until his cock would explode in Dianne's tight, twisting behind. Gripping her buttocks crudely, he let his fingernails claw into her ass cheeks as he rammed in to the hilt.
"FUCK," he told her. "OPEN UP, BABY ... FUCK!"
Dianne distinctly understood what he wanted. She kept her tail twisting in time to his hard, deep, probing prick jabs.
"YES. BABY," he grunted, "FUCK, FUCK!" She flipped her ass up to meet the jab of his hard, thick prick. It felt good to have him riding it up her butt all the way.
"OOOHHH"' he told her, "KEEP YOUR ASS TWISTING. I'M CUMMING. FUCK, FUCK!" The lusty stewardess kept her tail twisting as she went on fucking. She never missed a dildo stab in her girl friend's cunt while he continued driving his prick in with restless abandon.
Hassan's hot sperm shot up Dianne's ass. She gripped his prick tightly and squeezed. Sizzling gushes of semen shot up her rectum, "OOOHHH," he groaned in a frenzy, "FUCK, FUCK!"
When Hassan finished screwing Dianne's ass, the other two hijackers wanted to fuck her, too.
"You got her ass ready," one dark-skinned man smiled as he got to his hands and knees and pulled Dianne's buttocks to him. It didn't take him long to enter. Dianne was grateful that the terrible, searing pain was gone. At first she felt tense having someone else moving his prick in her butt. However, she soon relaxed as she realized it wasn't going to be as awful as the time that Hassan entered her, widening her rectum for the invasion of his probing prick.
Dianne looked over her shoulder and saw the lusty, brown-eyed man gazing at her buttocks with rapt fascination. He was stabbing his dick in her butt with firm, strong strokes.
"SCREW IT," he told her. "PUSH IT BACK TO ME." Dianne shoved her ass back on his arrogant male rigidity. The extravagant that she was obeying with the acquiescence of a temple slave.
"This girl has an ass that's on fire," he grunted as he rutted into her. "FUCK," he ordered, "FUCK!"
Dianne kept her tail twisting, exciting, stimulating and pleasing him even more.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU TWIST LIKE THAT. KEEP YOUR BUTT GRINDING, BABY. FUCK IT. FUCK!" As she kept writhing her buttocks, he went on thrusting up into her. His lancing cock was pulsingly hard, the lust-incited cock head shining like dull red satin as it rammed in forcibly.
"ALL RIGHT ... DO IT!" he rasped. Gulping back her fear, Dianne kept her tail twisting as his massive rod continued plunging in her, again and again. She held her breath as he fucked forcibly. Over and over, with determined effort and exertion of will, she kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to complain.
"What a grind artist," the hijacker observed as he patted her buttocks appreciatively.
His balls slapped lewdly against her upturned ass cheeks as he ravaged her rectum. "Keep fucking your girl friend," he ordered as he was approaching the detonation of his raging passions in a climax. "Yes," he exclaimed, "now you're doing it. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
The puckered ring of her tight anus had been painful opened. She was quivering as the rubbery grip of her rectum seemed to grab at his cock. His lust-bloated balls indicated just how much cum he had to explode as he invaded her asshole.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, YES, YESSSS, BABY," he groaned, "I'M CUMMING. FUCK IT, FUCK IT!" He plunged ever deeper, anxious to flood her bowels with his thick sperm. With a lurid plop, she felt him cumming. His passions had built to a raging crescendo as he exploded high in her squirming, tight asshole.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, AAAHHH," he grunted lewdly as his prick exploded.
The sadistic ravishment of her beautiful buttocks pleased him. She whimpered as she felt him driving in all the way in a torturous orgasm. The tumultuous pinnacle of his pleasure had been reached and now he eased his prick out of her slick behind, looking up quickly at the other man who wanted to fuck her, too. Hassan and his buddy who had already screwed Dianne, went into the cockpit to talk to the other hijackers who were keeping their guns aimed at the pilots who were flying to Libya now.
CHAPTER SIX
The third hijacker to ravish Dianne's ass, smiled as he got down on the floor and began fondling her buttocks. His rigid prick waved at her behind.
"I guess you like to get screwed," he said excitedly, his heart thundering in sexual arrhythmia.
"Yes," she whispered, eager to feel his forbidden, wicked prick plunging up her behind. She had to admit to herself that she enjoyed it. Bending over farther now, Dianne felt him driving in. Her ass was filled with sloshing cum, making it slick and easy for him to screw her. Gripping her cheeky buttocks, he sensed the agonizing desire within her body.
"You want your ass fucked, honey," he told her, "and you're gonna get SCREWED!"
The Arab hijacker drove in with his manly might. His raiding member plunged deeper up his ass. She twisted and turned in pain as she felt him riding in her without mercy.
"FUCK IT," he told her, "FUCK!"
He bent over and played with her tits as she screwed the other stewardess who was watching. By now the blonde, young stewardess Peggy was enjoying what was happening. It was twisted and sick sex, but nevertheless, it felt good.
"I want you to pump up and down on my prick," the man ordered Dianne, as he drove his skewering thickness high up her ass. Her nakedly splayed legs incited his lust He wanted to sadistically ravish her as he let his raging passions soar out of control. His lust-bloated balls slapped lewdly against her upturned behind as he drove in with all his force. She enjoyed the feel of his arrogant male rigidity as he sliced into her with heedless abandon. It was apparent to Dianne that he enjoyed watching his friends fuck her and became excited.
Now he was ready to give her the fuck of his life and he wasn't going to stop for anything. "Bend over farther," he told her, until all that he could see of the smooth-skinned young stewardess was her upraised ass flesh. But that was all that mattered. His hips pumped forward and backward as he drove his cock all the way in and pulled out and rode back. "NICE," he said, looking down at his slick, long prick.
His cock glistened with the cum of his buddies, who had previously shot their loads in her ass.
"GRAB IT WITH YOUR BUTT," he told her. "MILK IT."
Her rectal muscles clasped at his cock. She thought that was bad enough until Hassan returned, carrying a French tickler.
"Pull your prick out of her asshole and slip this on the head of it," he told his friend.
Laughing raucously, the hijacker who was on his knees, with his penis inserted in Dianne's asshole, obeyed. He slipped the French tickler on the head of his cock.
"This'll give you a fuck you won't forget," he told the frightened stewardess.
Glowering over her buttocks, the hijacker parted her ass cheeks, preparing to invade her with his raiding member.
Tears of shame and humiliation rolled down her cheeks at the sodomistic ravishment that she was forced to accept. His cruel, hard prick rode up her ass relentlessly.
"FUCK," he told her, "FUCK IT. NOW, BABY. TWIST YOUR TAIL. FEEL IT."
The French tickler grated as it rode up Dianne's tight, hot rectum. She wondered how much of this she could stand.
"FUCK," he exclaimed. "FUCK IT!" Even though it hurt like the devil, she had to comply. Her buttocks twisted and churned as he rammed in her. The searing pain that raged through her body made it difficult and dreadful for her. Nevertheless, she kept up the awful torture. The hijacker's demented sexual ardor knew no bounds.
"You do the work," he told her as he forced her to push up and down on his thick, driving cock meat.
She rode up and down on the pulsating stiffness of his hard cock, and at the same time felt the French tickler torturing her sensitive rectal passage.
"STOP IT, STOP IT," she pleaded. "YOU'RE KILLING ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CANT STAND IT, I CANT STAND IT!"
No matter how much she hated it, Dianne was forced to endure his torture.
"FUCK," the hijacker demanded. "FUCK-OFF!"
He was ramming in her now at a speedy tempo. She could tell he was getting close to climax as his sweating body rode furiously up her hot, yielding rectum.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he felt her grab at his prick and milk it. "YES, YESSSS," he whispered excitedly, "OOOHHH, BABY, YOU DID IT JUST RIGHT. SCREW IT!"
She kept driving her ass up for his pleasure. But it was an offering of torture every second.
When he pulled his French-tickler-tipped prick from her tortured, throbbing ass, she collapsed on top of the blonde stewardess.
Dianne couldn't lie there for long as Hassan came out with a small knife and brought it down to her behind.
"Get off her," he ordered. "I want to see you give some more entertainment for us. Pull your dildo out of her cunt."
Pulling the dildo from Peggy's pussy, she obeyed his order.
"What do you want now?" she asked, her voice trembling as she looked up at him. "I'll think of SOMETHING," he told her. "But I guess we should feed your first. We got some more food when we set down in Orly Field in Paris. So you can have some nice French wine and some good food. Then you'll get fucked again."
The stewardess removed the dildo and handed it to Hassan. He laughed as he looked at it "Maybe Peggy would lick it" Peggy shuddered at the thought of having to lick the dildo. The look of frustration on her face only told Hassan she MUST obey his order.
"Take it," he insisted.
Peggy picked up the dildo and began licking it "Concentrate on it," he told her, "so you do it perfectly. Then you will know how to suck a man's cock off." The Arab hijacker shook his head and laughed as she sucked on the plastic penis. Even though he knew it was turning her stomach, it gave him a great deal of pleasure. He clenched a can of beer and sipped it as his two male companions stood by, holding their beer cans and grinning lustfully at the girl who was forced to lick the dildo off in this demeaning manner.
Finally Hassan permitted them both to get back in their clothes.
"Now the stewardesses will be serving you some food. You've got to have some strength." Dianne heaved a sigh of relief once she was dressed and seated on the plane again, Hassan looked at her finely chiseled features. Her aristocratic face and high cheek bones bothered him. He figured she probably had enjoyed everything that HE hadn't. And this bothered him. But he knew that he was the man in charge of the hijacking and he couldn't be concerned over anything now, except what was going on in the plane.
He went back to the cockpit and both girls looked at each other with a grateful smile.
"I'm sorry, honey," Dianne whispered to Peggy. "This has been hell. We'll be lucky to get out of this alive."
"I know," Peggy replied. "I understand. You did what you had to do. You had no choice."
"Thanks so much," she beamed. This truly disgusting breed of men surrounding her now, tortured Dianne. Just to be in their presence and with the uncomfortable knowledge that at any moment they could force her to do any sexual act they wanted to, was torture in and of itself.
A stewardess came by a moment later when the separation of the first-class passenger section and the coach section of the plane had been removed. Once more, they could enjoy something to eat and drink. They only hoped that they wouldn't have to be forced to go through any more torture like this.
However, the hijackers had other ideas. One pilot who was getting tired and needed some relaxation had been replaced by one of the hijackers who knew how to fly. When the pilot almost staggered out of the cockpit, he looked at the two stewardesses sitting there. Hassan thought it would be interesting to force the girls to perform bizarre sexual acts on the pilot's body.
"Hey, maybe you need a little entertainment," Hassan said to him sadistically. He stared at Hassan and wanted to blow his brains out if he could only wrench the gun away from him. But with so many men on the plane with guns aimed at anyone who would defy them, he knew it was futile.
"I want to get some rest," the pilot told him flatly. "I think maybe you should get screwed," Hassan smiled sadistically. "Maybe we could have a three-way. These two lovely ladies could entertain you. One stewardess can suck on your asshole and the other can lick your prick. Would you like that?"
The look of fury and disgust that surfaced on the pilot's face was unforgettable. However, it only whetted Hassan's appetite for the sexual spectacle he planned.
"I want to watch it," he glinted at the man. "So my word is law. Do you understand?"
Three hijackers converged on him now. With their guns pointed at the pilot's body, he knew his options were non-existent.
"Of course," he said in an even voice.
"ANYTHING YOU SAY!"
The two young stewardesses were told to strip again.
"And you, strip completely," he ordered the pilot. The pilot removed his coat, his pants and his jacket and then his shoes and socks. When he was down to his shorts and they observed that he had a problem getting his cock up, Hassan laughed.
"She'll suck your cock real good," he told him. "And the other one will lick your ass. If you can't get a hard-on, then we're gonna put the gun next to your head and blow your brains out!"
Whether or not Hassan meant what he was saying, Todd did not know. But one thing he did know for sure he'd better not defy them. Under such strained circumstances it was not an easy thing to even think of sex, to say nothing of getting an erection. It was perverted, warped, twisted and sick. He wanted no part of what was happening but he had no choice.
Hassan commanded one of the Arab hijackers to spread the towel out between the seats. As the towel was stretched out on the aisle, the pilot was told to lie down on it. And then the two stewardesses were told what they should do.
"Dianne," Hassan ordered her, "you get in a sixty-nine position. He can suck on your cunt while you lick his prick. The other stewardess can get there at his butt and lick his asshole."
Nervously the naked trio got down in the aisle. The six-foot-two, blond, muscular pilot lay there and watched as Dianne obediently went down to his cock. He observed as she pulled on his shaft and tried to get it hard.
"EAT HER CUNT," Hassan ordered. "OR AREN'T YOU USED TO EATING PUSSY?" Shooting him a disdainful glance, the pilot proceeded to let his tongue flick along Dianne's vagina. Dianne enjoyed the feeling of Todd's tongue as he licked at her hair-fringed fissure. At the same time she let her mouth go up and down on his cock, hoping she could get some life in it. It was obviously extremely difficult for Todd to get an erection. It only made the pilot more frustrated and the Arab hijacker more delighted.
"Imagine that," Hassan shook his head. "A great big pilot and he can't get his little prick up. Not . even with two beautiful stewardesses. Something wrong?" The pilot became so angry that for a moment he felt he was going to lurch, no matter what the consequences. But he thought better of it when Dianne put her hand on his hips, giving him a sign that he shouldn't move.
She pulled his limp cock to her lips, slowly beginning to suck at the tip of it. To his surprise, when she sucked for awhile, it did start to get hard. Hassan observed this.
"She's a damned good cock sucker," he noted. "And if any woman can get your prick up she can."
Dianne's mouth moved up and down his shaft At the same time she massaged his balls with her free hand. She gripped his cock and got it harder, ever harder, as he went down on her pussy. The double sensation of having her cunt sucked while she was licking a man's throbbing penis pleased her.
At the same time Peggy, the stunning, innocent-looking blonde, was discovering a new dimension of erotic pleasure. She had heard about people who performed anilingual sex. She had discussed it in college at a sexeducation class. However, when she had talked about it little did she dream that someday she would be forced to perform this act as an exhibition for Arab hijackers while a plane was soaring in the clouds en route to Libya.
"That's disgusting," Hassan told Peggy. "You don't know how to suck ass. Maybe I should teach you on MY butt first. Then you could lick his ass good."
The hijackers laughed. One of them said, "Go ahead, Hassan. Let her lick your butt. She can learn on your asshole and then give our pilot friend a good ass sucking." Hassan had just enough beer to where he enjoyed doing crazy things. He figured that the other hijackers with their guns aimed at the people who might cause any trouble would take care of everything. He got on the floor, undid his pants, pulled down his shorts and bent over.
"I'll tell you how to do it," he told the innocent, blue-eyed, blonde stewardess. "You grip my ass cheeks, honey, and you pull them apart. Then you get your head down in there and let your tongue slip up my rectum. Go ahead."
While this was going on, Dianne's mouth was traveling the length of the pilot's penis. It was an amazing fact to Todd that he could enjoy oral sex. He had. always shied away from this kind of sex, thinking it was sick. However, he was discovering how much pleasure he could derive by pumping his slick, rigid dick down this lovely girl's throat.
"OOOHHH, BABY, SUCK ME," he whispered lustfully after he was aroused to an erotic pitch. "YES," he told her, "I LIKE THAT. COME ON, DO IT."
He rammed his cock down Dianne's throat. The hard flesh of his prick pleased her. Her fingers played with his balls.
"OOOHHH, DIANNE, YOU DO IT SO GOOD. GO ON, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT IT. SUCK ME OFF." Dianne heard the words and she couldn't stop her lips as they clamped tighter around the slithering length of his sex and her cheeks hollowed as she pulled and nursed at his long, probing penis.
Her hands crept up from her sides and soon she was stroking and pressing his thighs, the tips of her fingers brushing against the swaying sac of his testicles. Each time she touched Todd, she could feel him shudder and his hips would drive forward, forcing more of his succulent, throbbing prick toward the back of her gurgling throat.
Dianne tried to shift the position a little, but when she pressed her thighs together to gain some leverage, she could feel his tongue slipping out of her cunt. She tingled with delight as she ground her cunt in his face. The thrills were at least permitting her an escape from the tension of the moment It was awful living under such terrible, torturous pressure.
At the moment Todd had this beautiful young girl sucking at his prick while he ate her cunt, he enjoyed it.
Once Hassan had taught Peggy how to lick at his asshole, he commanded her to go over and lick Todd's tight anus. Peggy heaved a sigh of relief that she had finished satisfying Hassan as she withdrew her tongue from his rectum. Now gripping Todd's behind, she parted the pilot's ass cheeks. She let her tongue tip slide along his tender anus. With a sudden surge, she stabbed it right up his behind.
The two women got the same tempo going. They were able to combine their joint suck-and-fuck to give him the wildest ride he'd ever experienced. He loved the sensation of one tongue stabbing up his asshole, while the other girl's mouth was clamping on his prick. He lurched down swiftly into Dianne's throat as he became more excited. His balls tingled and slapped against her cheeks. It wasn't going to be much longer until he exploded.
"OOOHHH, BABY, SUCK MY PRICK," Todd begged Dianne. "OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK. GO GET IT." He was watching her as he let his finger part her cuntal opening, to ride back and forth over her swollen clit. The touch jangled her nerves and she loved it. She wiggled her bottom as the pilot nibbled and ate at her.
At the same time Dianne loved the sight of his prick plunging in her mouth. Her eyes had opened and she watched as his hips began to move faster, drawing the slick prick all the way out and then thrusting back into her. She felt it press against the velvety softness of the back of her throat and managed to relax the muscles there. Once she managed that, Dianne found she didn't gag or cough went deep.
Each stroke reminded her of what he was really doing to her and she began to enjoy the idea of exciting this shy pilot. It was a moment of madness, but it was also a moment of truth.
Dianne loved the way Todd's finger worked her labia. Her thighs jerked and pulled the slippery tip of his finger to work and tease at the erect bud of her clitoris, back and forth in tiny circles. Todd's thick prick in her mouth had forced her jaws wide apart and they ached, but she didn't want to stop. She enjoyed the full pain of her jaws as her tongue slavered and slid along the length of him. She began to moan and mutter as he finally exploded.
"OOOHHH, SUCK ME OFF," he begged her as he reached down to place a hand on her head and guide her. "SUCK MY COCK OFF, SUCK IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK, SUCK!"
His hot-throbbing cock exploded and Peggy, who was licking at his asshole, found her tongue slipping out as his tail twisted in wild abandon.
When Todd finished getting his rock off, he went back to licking at her cunt. Hassan told him he had to suck her off and eat her. His hot tongue pumped in her cunt lewdly. Dianne ground around as he went on licking and lashing at her pussy. The excited tingling sensations in his body were unique and stimulating. It gave Hassan a charge to be in control of the scene.
"FINGER FUCK HER ASSHOLE AND SUCK HER CUNT," he ordered roughly. Sucking on Dianne's clit and nibbling, he got her so excited she gushed in his mouth. He kept his finger slipping up her anus while he ate her cuntal juices.
Lapping her up noisily, the men got a charge out of it.
Finally pulling away, Todd lay there a moment, totally exhausted. All three of them collapsed in a nervous heap in the aisle-way.
"All right, you can get dressed," Hassan told Todd.
Getting to his feet, Todd found his shorts. He had to admit that even though he had been forced to do this he did enjoy it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dianne Dexter had long ago decided that the only thing she could do was comply with the hijackers' every request Todd, however, felt awkward. For now he had submitted to their whims and he could no longer think of himself as being in charge of anything. He could be forced, apparently, to do anything, including change his own ideas about sex. He had to admit he enjoyed having sex with the two women at the same time.
Hassan ordered Dianne and her stewardess friend Peggy to dress. When they had finished dressing, he came over and started talking. "I suppose you think we have no heart," he told Dianne. "But we do. We also have natural desires, like a lot of other men. And we don't have time every day to satisfy them. So I guess that's why we're taking a holiday today."
Shaking her head, Dianne told him that she didn't. "Well I can tell you why," he winked. "They both want to fuck you. One wants to stick it to you from behind and the other one wants to ram it in your pussy. How does that sound to you?"
Shaking her head, Dianne told him it didn't sound good. She glanced up to look at the two tall, strong, dark-skinned Arabs who were looking at her lustfully. She could almost FEEL their hands on her bosoms as they searchingly appraised her body with their lusty thoughts.
"Hey, you two," Hassan smiled, "would you like to have her together?" Dianne realized nothing she could feel or say mattered now. Apparently, she was their sexual slave. Acquiescence was her only passport to safety.
They nodded slowly and smiled, sipping their beer.
"Well you aren't gonna fuck her when you're drinking beer," Hassan laughed.
Shaking their heads, they agreed that they couldn't screw her that way. I hate to ask you to undress again," Hassan told Dianne, "but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to. These horny hijackers haven't had a good screw for a long time, honey. And they really need to fuck. Did you ever have two men fucking you at the same time?"
Dianne admitted she never had.
"It's a fantastic sensation," he assured her.
"Get ready, baby, and you are gonna enjoy the fuck of your life!"
It made her sick to have them talking like this. However, all she could do was get to her feet once more and remove her clothes.
"That's nice," Hassan smiled at her. "Now you're ready. Just stand there, baby, and they'll fuck you. One from behind and one in your cunt." Both men didn't bother to undress. They simply unzipped their flies, pulled out their cocks and let their balls hang. They had huge hard-ons, indicating they were indeed more than willing to give her sex.
The first man came close to her. The smell of beer on his breath bothered her. She felt him brushing his prick at her cunt "Why don't you put it in?" he grinned lewdly. Dianne decided the best thing to do was to smile up at him. Nodding and smiling, she reached for his throbbing, turgid male member. Pulling it to her vagina, she shoved forward. She felt the head of it slipping in.
"FUCK IT," he told her. "FUCK!" Dianne's cuntal muscles grasped his stabbing, hard prick. Before she could absorb the pressure of the cock in her pussy, she felt the other man astride her. He was letting his hands gently caress her smooth, trim ass cheeks.
"You're much too gentle," Hassan told his Arab hijacker buddy. "You've got to go after what you want with vengeance. Ram your prick up her ass as if it were a dagger stabbing through her heart."
He laughed raucously as he said this. Dianne couldn't help wonder how many men he had killed. She realized the moment he spoke that the other Arab listened intently. He grasped her ass cheeks crudely and suddenly shoved his meaty cock head between her clenched buttocks. She couldn't clench them for long as his hands reached down to grasp her ass cheeks and part them. His throbbing, huge prick rode up her tight, hot behind.
"FUCK YOU!" he told her hotly. "FUCK!"
With a hard, strong ramming drive he plunged up her tight rectal passageway.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Now you're screwing. Fuck it." The Arab sawed into her cunt and her vaginal muscles soon developed a rhythm in pacing. She pulled and tugged and twisted on his hard cock. It felt good to her. It also pleased her when he reached for her bosoms and gently tweaked the nipples.
"You've got nice tits," he whispered. "And you know how to grab my prick."
She felt his hairy, firm, strong legs pressing against her as he rammed forward with all of his manly might.
"FUCK, BABY, FUCK," he said as he rhythmically rode into her. At the same time she was really surprised to find out how good it felt to have both men screwing her. She thrilled to the sensation of having a prick up her ass and a cock in her cunt at the same time.
Delicious waves of excitement made her spine tingle with desire as she undulated her hips back and forth. Hassan was excited and stimulated as he watched. He had a voyeuristic side to him that caused him to enjoy watching his men fuck their women. Having a captive hostage submit to every sexual whim of his, especially pleased him. It made him seem like a god, all powerful.
In the meantime, the co-pilot in the cockpit was concerned. He wasn't so certain that the Arab seated beside him, who was at the other controls of the plane, knew as much about flying a jet as he claimed he did. He was making some strange moves at the controls and the co-pilot asked to have Todd returned to his position.
"I think we would do better if my co-pilot came back," he recommended.
The Arab who was seated beside him recognized that perhaps it would be better for all of them if they were ever going to get the big jet down safely.
"All right," he told him. "I'll see what I can do."
Going into the first-class section of the plane, he found Todd looking at the two Arabs fucking the stewardess.
"What the hell is going on here?" the co-pilot asked in disbelief.
Todd agreed that he was well rested and wanted to return to the cockpit. When he got back beside his co-pilot, he told him what was happening in the first-class section.
"They're carrying on sexually like it was an orgy or something," Todd shrugged. "And I couldn't do a damned thing about it"
"Some of those stewardesses have been to orgies before," the co-pilot assured him, "and they know their way around. You'd better believe it."
Todd smiled.
"I guess that's true," he admitted candidly, "but I still find it difficult to accept."
When his co-pilot discovered he had enjoyed two women at the same time he nodded. "That's one thing I've never tried," he admitted. "And someday I hope I can. They say that there's a place in Paris where you can do ANYTHING. I mean, you can even fuck an animal if you want to."
"An ANIMAL?" Todd chuckled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Haven't you ever heard of men who like to screw sheep, and they say a goose is a great screw."
Todd shook his head.
"The world is sicker than I thought it was," he told him. "It's all in how you look at it," his friend assured him. "And if you've got the right idea, you could recognize that there's nothing sick if a person wants to do it. Before somebody, that's another thing."
In the meantime, Dianne was getting the screw of her life. She was twisting and turning. The man who had managed to ram his prick up her asshole loved the way she eased back on his cock and pumped as if she couldn't get enough him. It thrilled and excited him.
"You don't belong in an airplane, honey," he told her. "You belong in a whorehouse. You fuck like a hundred-dollar-a-night girl." Dianne had conflicting emotions when she heard him say that. One part of her was pleased that she at least was in the higher brackets of the whores. However, she didn't like being thought of as a whore. After all, she was giving this as a freebie fuck.
She only laughed and rocked her body back and forth. Her cuntal muscles clasped the sliding, slick prick driving in her pussy. Her vaginal juices were coating it, making it glisten as it pumped in her body. She wrapped her arms around him and grasped his smooth ass cheeks.
"FINGER MY ASSHOLE WHILE I FUCK YOU." he ordered her. Dianne's hands gingerly played with his sinewy buttocks. It was difficult getting her hand behind his belt. He unfastened his belt, granting her freer access to his behind. Parting his buttocks, she let her finger slip up his tight anus. Massaging his prostate gland while he pumped his prick in her cunt pleased him.
"THAT FEELS REAL GOOD," he told her. "FUCK, BABY, FUCK MY ASSHOLE. I'LL SCREW YOUR CUNT IF YOU SCREW MY ASS WITH YOUR FINGER."
Her finger kept stabbing up his rectum as he rode in her pussy.
"OOOHHH," she groaned as she twisted back and forth, "YES, YESSSS, I LOVE IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME." At least being screwed senseless was getting her mind off the terrible events that were transpiring. It alleviated the fear. She knew how the other passengers probably were scared out of their minds as the dark-skinned Arabs paced up and down the aisle with their guns, watching for anyone who would dare to make a move.
As her ass ground around, she took the prick in her pussy along for the ride.
"I'M ALMOST THERE, FUCKER," the Arab smiled as he felt her finger screwing his asshole. "FUCK. GRAB IT. MILK MY PRICK, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, MILK IT." Her cuntal muscles gripped his cock as she squeezed it tightly. Hot gushes of cum spurted from his prick tip.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "FUCK. FUCK IT. I CAN'T STAND IT. FUCK IT OFF." She kept her ass moving as he rammed it to her with forceful, hard stabs.
"YES, YESSSSS," he exclaimed passionately, "FUCK IT!" At the same instant she felt him shooting his wad in her cunt, the man who was giving it to her from behind was getting his rocks off as well. His throbbing, hard prick exploded in her asshole. Dianne's rectum was slick with cum juices as he pumped it in without mercy now. Riding his prick to the hilt, his balls slapped lewdly against her buttocks as he fucked to climax.
When they pulled out of her and she slipped her finger from his asshole, he pulled his shorts and pants up and then fastened his belt. The man who had sodomized her also slipped his limp cock back in his shorts, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt Diane got dressed and sat down and got some much needed rest.
In the meantime, Hassan looked at Peggy lustfully.
"I like to lick tits," he told her. "I like to nibble them. Why don't you get some whipped cream and splash it around your tits?" Peggy complied with his strange suggestion. She went to the compartment where the food was kept. She found a whipped cream container in a galley refrigerator and then returned to her seat and removed her blouse and bra. She spread the whipped cream over her breasts as Hassan watched. His eyes glistened with erotic fire as he saw her prepare herself for the lovemaking he wanted so desperately.
"Now," he smiled, "I'll sit down in this seat and lick you."
He licked her breast flesh and nibbled and sucked on her tits. When he got her so excited he figured he might as well finish her off.
"Take off your skirt now," he ordered. "I'm going to eat your cunt." The blonde, innocent-eyed stewardess removed her skirt. Hassan pulled off her panties. For an instant he decided he would give her something she never expected to experience. He pushed the gun barrel to her vagina and slipped its nuzzle right into her hot cunt hole.
"Did you ever have a gun fuck?" he chuckled.
Shaking her head, Peggy's heart pounded rapidly. "Please, don't do anything like that!" she begged. "It makes me nervous."
"It makes me nervous, too," the Arab laughed. "If my trigger finger gets itchy. I don't know what'll happen."
Finally he eased the gun from her cunt and his gaze hardened. Pulling up for a moment, he told her to spread her legs for him. She parted her legs farther, granting him easier access to her cuntal flesh. Prying her pussy lips apart, he got right in there. He gazed affectionately at the glistening, moist cuntal folds. His hands slid underneath her ass cheeks and he held her there. Hassan squeezed her buttocks as he sucked on her clitoris. She loved the sensation of his tongue licking and lapping at her velvety vagina.
"You pump your cunt to my face while I suck you," he told her. She began rhythmically pushing her pussy up and down in his face. It pleased Hassan to eat her. His sexual arousal brought ripples of sensation to race through his dark, brooding form.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," Peggy groaned as the erotic fire in her loins ignited. "SUCK ME, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHH, YES, YES, YESSSSS, SUCK ME, SUCK ME." For a moment Peggy was oblivious to everything but the burning, hurling sensations in her juicy vagina. She thrilled to the flipping tongue slashing energetically back and forth across her throbbing clit When Hassan bore down with his harp teeth she became more excited and aroused than ever. Her body quaked with the passionate abandon they shared.
"I LOVE IT," she cried out. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOHHHH, YES, YES, YESSSSSSS. KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LOVER, DON'T EVER STOP. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced unchecked through her flaming, lust-driven body.
"I ... I WANT IT," she begged as her legs ground forward and her cunt pressed even tighter to his slurping, sucking mouth.
Once he had finished sucking her when she juiced her gushing load of pussy liquids, he licked his lips and pulled away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The beautiful young stewardess stretched out now and just lay there. She didn't have long to luxuriate in the afterglow of having had her pussy eaten. For another hijacker came out and caught sight of her. He went over to the seat where she was stretched out and dropped to his knees. He licked her inner thighs and let his tongue slide to her vagina. Hastily whipping his tongue inside of her pussy, he pressed his mouth against her.
"I LOVE THIS," she told him. "OOOHHH, EAT ME, EAT ME." Peggy was oblivious to the danger that was accompanying her on this journey. She had never before been so uninhibited when it came to sex. The innocence was gone, and the fires of lust were burning in her loins. Only the Arab's hot, lashing tongue stabs could quench the inferno within her.
She enjoyed running her fingers through his hair to pull him tighter to her crotch. Peggy wanted him there, licking her, loving her, thrilling her.
"SUCK ME, EAT ME, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS," she begged frantically. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
She couldn't get enough of it. The tingling, thrilling sensations that spread through her body caused her to tremble in anticipation of his tongue.
"OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME," Peggy cried with a breathless gasp.
Hungrily he lapped her up. Finally, when she'd juiced and he had sucked her dry, he got to his feet. Todd had tried to take over in the cockpit in the meantime. In a moment of madness that seized him, he had reached for one of the guard's guns. He'd gotten a sock to the jaw and his lower lip was bleeding. Todd was taken to the first-class passenger section and told to eat Peggy's pussy.
As the pilot got down to his knees in front of the beautiful blonde stewardess's flared legs, he wasted no time in getting in there as ordered. He knew that Hassan meant business.
One of the Arab hijackers placed a gun next to Todd's head. If he wanted to fight he could, but it would be at his own risk. Looking down at Todd, Peggy felt sympathy. But as he sucked voraciously on her flaming pussy, she knew a surging dimension of erotic pleasure. She closed her eyes and imagined that he was worshipping at the shrine of her cunt. Todd's tongue lazily licked, but this wasn't enough to satisfy his Arab captors. They wanted him to nibble and lick and suck hard on her cunt.
"Get your nose in there," one of them ordered, "and really lick her good."
Todd nosed her and started licking and lapping her just as he had been ordered to. "Yes," one of the men smiled, "that's how. Keep it up. Keep sucking her pussy."
Todd kept his tongue whipping back and forth across Peggy's erect clitoris, thrilling and exciting her completely.
"Sniff it," one of the Arabs laughed. "Sniff her cunt. She'll juice." Todd had never been put in such a degrading position before. He was a sensitive, shy man who thought sex should be something private and sacred. To have it degraded like this was humiliating and disgusting. But under the circumstances, he knew that his tongue had better continue licking and lapping at the blonde stewardess's pussy if he cared one iota about his life.
"That's VERY nice," one of the men told him. "You're getting the knack of it Just keep licking. You'll get a hot snack down there. Suck her!"
Todd hungrily sucked on her. She locked her legs around his head and pumped up.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHHH," Hassan groaned, "THAT'S HOW. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. JUST LIKE THAT. SHE LOVES IT."
Still not satisfied that he was doing everything that he could, one man suggested that he should reach up and play with her bosoms as he licked at her crotch.
Todd's hands reached up to grip her breast flesh. He pinched her nipples.
"WOW!" one of the Arabs said mockingly. "HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH A PAIR OF TITS."
"When he finishes licking her cunt juice, he can suck on her tits," one of the men suggested. The idea appealed to Todd. If there was one thing he .had enjoyed when he was just starting to make out with women, it was playing with their beautiful bosoms. It triggered his tongue into lusty action. He squeezed her fleshy ass cheeks as he kept his tongue invading her cuntal warmth.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he got her there.
The two Arabs held him down, pinned to her pussy, forcing him to lick every drop of her delicious cum explosion.
Withdrawing his tongue, they instantly told him what they expected next.
"Now get in there," they insisted, "and lick her tits." Todd moved up her body and began licking at her beautiful breasts just as they ordered.
"That's it," they told him. "You play with one while you suck on the other." Todd's finger tips manipulated her taut nipples. While he sucked on one, he played with the other. Throwing her head back and forth, Peggy tried to add a dimension of erotic pleasure to the orgy for the men who were watching. Apparently, this was the kind of thing that turned them on. If this was what they wanted, she calculated, this was what she would give them.
"Young lady," one of the hijackers observed, "you really are something. It's beautiful to see you enjoy sex like this. Maybe we should have the two of you stewardesses get together and play with each other's tits. That should be a sight."
Todd sucked both bosoms and then got off Peggy. He figured he was through, but they told him he wasn't.
"Maybe you can get your prick up enough to give her a nice tongue fuck," Hassan observed. Hassan sat across the aisle and watched. Todd unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. He wasn't limp anymore. He had become aroused from the first time he'd given her a wild screw. He was ready to ram his hard, thick meat in her cunt and see her respond. He rode his strong, hard cock into her with a savage stab. Wrapping his arms around her, he rammed it to her.
"Hang on," one man told her. "When a man is giving you a good time, grab him. Don't ever let him go."
Peggy threw her hands up to grip his shoulders. She held on firmly.
"Slip your hands down to his ass," one hijacker told her. "Play with his buttocks." ... Peggy was getting a sexeducation lesson, an unscheduled one. Her hands swept down to his curving, sinewy ass cheeks. She gripped them tightly, squeezing them and managed to part them. Using her index finger, she inserted it between his buttocks, finding his tight, puckered anal ring.
"Slide your finger right up his asshole," Hassan demanded roughly.
Her finger eased up his tight anal orifice.
"Good," Hassan smiled. "Fuck his asshole while he screws your cunt" Massaging Todd's prostate gland ignited his balls. He was on fire now to fuck her. "FUCK," he told her excitedly, "FUCK!" Ramming it into her with wild abandon, he could feel her cuntal muscles grabbing at his stabbing, sliding, slick shaft. He loved the wild sensations that were making his mind reel. Having never experienced anything like this, he could hardly believe that sex could be so exciting.
"FUCK," he told Peggy, "FUCK IT."
He was driving it in as far as he could. And at the same time she was finger fucking his asshole.
"OOOHHH," Todd groaned as he felt himself coming close to climax, "FUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSS. FUCK IT. I WANT IT. FUCK, FUCK!"
His rigid, hard prick was forcefully fucking her. She knew that she was getting closer to climax.
"I WANT IT," he begged feverishly. "SCREW ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME" Todd observed her every response. His penetrating pecker stabs brought her there. She was juicing. This provided superb lubrication for his sliding, hard prick.
Todd's throbbing cock was spitting its sperm into her. She enjoyed the sensation of his seed unloading in her cunt. He was giving his most precious gift to her.
"OOOHHH, TODD," she whispered, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Immediately the swarthy, horny Arab picked up on her responses.
"we've transformed this refrigerator into a nympho," he laughed.
When she had finished giving Todd a wild screw, he got another idea. "I'd like to have her give a nice male virgin a ride in her pussy. We ought to look out there and see if we could find some teenage kid who needs to learn about sex. She would be the perfect one to give him a nice good fuck."
Looking in the direction of Dianne, he told her what he wanted her to do. "Dianne, baby," he told her, "now you be a good girl and go out there and bring me back a nice horny young boy. A boy who needs to have sex. And we will observe his responses. This should be real interesting."
Todd was getting dressed as Peggy lay there panting and looking up at him.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"You don't have to be," she assured him. "I enjoyed every minute of it" In the meantime, the search was launched in the main passenger cabin for the young teenage boy. It was a date with destiny that Dianne was not eager to keep for the fateful young man who would be used.
Dianne had only one thought in mind now. And that was to satisfy the hijackers' every whim. It was not easy to satisfy the sinister Hassan. She considered them all killers who would laugh and murder at the same time, without mercy. They were warped and sick and inhuman. But she might as well not think about that now. There wasn't one damned thing she could do about it.
The incessant drone of the plane roared in Dianne's ears. She was certain that one engine was malfunctioning. The wild hijacking attempt would be over if the engine ever did go out She glanced out a window for an instant and was certain that she saw sparks spitting from the two engines on the left wing of the plane. This was not accomplishing her mission and it was only getting her more fearful. She was frightened enough.
Returning to the reality of the moment, she walked down the aisle and quietly looked around. She saw parents with their young sons and daughters. How she hated to ask them for permission to take them to the front of the plane. They knew very well there were hostages in the front of the plane. Everyone knew that the pilots were being forced to fly with guns at their heads. They also had heard the cries of the stewardesses when they had been assaulted in the round of sexual orgies that had taken place since the giant plane had been taken over by the hijackers.
Thoughts about their fears whirled through Dianne's mind as she tried to make her extremely difficult decision. When she finally did spot a nice-looking, innocent, all-American type of boy, with blond hair and blue eyes, she decided that he would be the kind of boy they were looking for. One who was no doubt a virgin.
The Arab hijackers were going to obtain a certain kind of pleasure from forcing him to participate in a special sex act while they watched. No doubt, she figured, they would have her find a girl next and deflower her. What a morbid group of monsters they were proving to be. Timidly she walked over to the blond, young man and told him, "You are wanted in the front of the plane."
The man who was seated beside the boy looked at her anxiously. "Why do they want my son?" he demanded.
"I can't tell you," she told him. The father wanted to object. He looked at her angrily, but his anger came to naught when a guard with a gun came over to where she was standing and ordered the young lad to get to his feet "Do as you're instructed," the guard said in a monotone voice that indicated hardness.
The good-looking, young, high school teenager got to his feet and followed the stewardess to the first-class passenger section of the plane.
"What is your name?" Dianne asked just as they were about to open the sliding door that separated the two sections of the plane.
"Jeff," he told her. "Jeff Johnson."
"Jeff," Dianne explained anxiously, "I have no power over what they're going to do to you. Just relax, if you can. They won't kill you, if you'll obey their orders. Do you understand?" Jeff hesitated for a moment. He glanced back over his shoulder at his father, who was sitting in the middle of the plane. His father looked at him-but he couldn't move. A gun was at his head and his son smiled understandingly.
For an instant Dianne thought he mighty cry. Fortunately, he didn't. That would have only made it more difficult for her to go through with what she knew she had to do.
"Come on, Jeff!" she whispered. "Everything is gonna be all right. Everything."
Jeff walked through the doorway with her and when the swarthy Hassan saw the young man, he smiled.
"He looks the type for what I have in mind," he observed. "How old are you, kid?"
"I'm eighteen," Jeff told him.
"It's a good age," he sneered. "What do you think of that nice-looking chick over there?" he asked. "You know, that stewardess who is bare-ass naked, sitting over there in a seat."
"She's ... cool," Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, she's good looking." Jeff could tell from the smile surfacing on Hassan's face what perverse pleasure he was deriving from seeing him get aroused.
"Kid, I'm gonna let her teach you ALL about sex," he informed him. "You're gonna learn it How would you like that?"
Jeff hesitated and then glanced at Dianne. Dianne threw her head back and laughed.
"Peggy's an excellent teacher," she winked, doing her best to mask the disgust and fate that she felt for her captors.
"Yeah, yeah, I'd like to screw her," Jeff said, his voice low and uncertain.
"Say it louder," Hassan insisted.
"I'd like to SCREW her," Jeff said, emphasizing the word "screw."
"You mean you'd like to FUCK her," the Arab demanded.
Jeff nodded. "Well then, damn it, say it," he told him emphatically. "Say you would like to FUCK HER."
"I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK HER!" he said, his voice registering rage as well as emphasis now.
Smiling, Hassan told the other men to crowd in and watch.
"First thing I would suggest," he told the young teenager, "is for you to take your clothes off.
That's always a good start."
"All right," Jeff said, glancing about him nervously as he saw the Arab hijackers watching. It was apparent they were deriving warped pleasure from seeing him strip. They apparently wanted to watch him performing a variety of sexual acts with this beautiful blonde stewardess. It was an awkward beginning for a sex life. Under the circumstances, however, Jeff figured it was the only course to follow to obey.
Slowly he removed his sport jacket. He unfastened his pants and pulled them off.
"Take off EVERYTHING," Hassan ordered, "because she's gonna do EVERYTHING to you. Aren't you, honey?"
Hassan looked menacingly over at the blonde stewardess, who was stretched out. "Anything you say," she repeated back in a parrot-like fashion, just as he wanted her to. �_' Once he'd removed his shoes and socks, Jeff slowly tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts, it was degrading and embarrassing for him to strip in front of all of these people. The worse thing about it being that he knew his cock would be shrunk. It was not going to be easy to get it up with all of these eyes focusing on him.
"Hiding something?" one Arab chuckled.
Jeff pulled his shorts down. His limp cock swung between his legs.
"You haven't got much there," one of the men laughed. "Maybe she can help you. A man has to have something between his legs, you know. I mean, longer than a couple inches."
Jeff went over to the stewardess. "Why don't you give him a trip around the world with your tongue?" Hassan suggested. "You know, lick the boy all over. Begin with his chest. You know, honey, just lick. Go ahead, do it" Jeff stretched out across three seats. The stunning blonde stewardess began working on him. He loved the way her mouth and tongue traveled over his naked body. First she sucked at his chest. She nibbled on him and then worked her way down to his legs.
"Don't stop at his prick," Hassan warned her. "I want you to keep working. You can lick his thighs and his calves and his feet. Then you can lick his back. You can finish by sucking on his asshole and then flip him over to lick his prick. I think he could enjoy that. He could enjoy that a lot."
Jeff was stunned by this foul talk. Nevertheless, he did as he was commanded to do.
CHAPTER NINE
"That's it, honey," Hassan observed as he brought out a small, whip that he carried with him all the time. "I'll just use this to give you a little fire," he told her.
The naked blonde stewardess began to suck on Jeff's chest.
"No, honey," he ordered, "don't forget under his arms. Tickle his armpits with your tongue. Some men love it."
Jeff raised his arms. He watched as Peggy licked his armpits. It did tickle and there was a strangely pleasant sensation that he experienced as this happened.
At the same time he enjoyed the way she let her hands glide all over his body. She had such soft hands and she knew just how to use them to excite and please him. "OOOHHH, YES," he finally breathed. Hassan, who had been studying him closely, looked at the two other Arabs who were watching with him. He nodded and smiled.
"It's quite obvious," he observed, "that this boy is enjoying it. That's wonderful."
Pleased that Jeff was responding, he momentarily relaxed his grip on his gun. Jeff's eyes rolled to where his gun was and immediately Hassan caught this. "No way, kid," he told him. "You're not gonna grab my gun, no way. I've got my eyes on you. And I've got my hand on this gun. So the both of you are gonna give us a good sex show. And it better be good!"
As the beautiful blonde stewardess continued her trip around the world on the young boy's body, she worked down to his calves and his legs. She licked and sucked and pressed her hands all around his most intimate areas. Jeff's body was tingling. Life was beginning to stir in his balls. His cock was starting to become erect.
"Now," Hassan advised, "it's time to turn him over. Lick the other side, honey. He'll appreciate it Especially when you zero in on his asshole with your hot tongue." Jeff was stretched out and waiting. She enjoyed satisfying him even though it was a perverse form of erotic pleasure. It was, strange how she even enjoyed the sting of the whip on her bare, blonde buttocks as Hassan occasionally would lash the Whip across her behind just to encourage her to keep going on her tongue trip on the young boy's hot body.
Jeff felt his body wiggling as she licked from his shoulders down to his ass swells. J "Keep traveling down to his feet and lick his toes," Hassan said in a degrading voice. "And then you can have the honor of licking his ass." She did as he ordered. Peggy worked her way from his shoulders down to his thighs. She licked his inner thighs and then licked at his calves. Next she went to work on his feet Even to the toes, she obeyed Hassan's command, working her mouth energetically up and down on his toes as if they were small penises.
Returning to his ass cheeks, she parted his buttocks and-edged her tongue tip to his tight rectal opening.
Hassan moved over to watch closely. His crotch tingled with excitement as he saw her stabbing her tongue right up the young boy's anus. "Very good," he observed. "That's very nice. Keep it up. Yes. I can see he likes that." Hassan wanted Peggy to develop a rhythm with her tongue. He expected the teenage boy to respond.
"Listen, son," he told the young, innocent boy, "when she plunges her tongue up your asshole I want you to shove your ass back to her face. So that she will know you appreciate all she's doing for you."
Nodding, Jeff agreed. Anything Hassan said he would have to do. The blonde stewardess let her tongue inch up his tight ass crack. She developed a rhythm with her tongue as she stiffened it Jeff could feel her tongue sliding along his prostate gland. This excited and ignited the fire in his balls and really revved him up. It wasn't difficult to respond the way Hassan told him to. If anything, it was an instinctual, automatic response.
Hassan was pleased that he was doing as instructed.
"Tongue fuck his ass," he told her. "Tongue fuck it" Hassan became so excited that he unzipped his fly and began jacking off while he watched. Two other guards did the same.
"You men can't do it while I'm doing it," Hassan ordered. "We'll take turns. Now just remember that" The guards explained, "One hand on the gun, and one hand on the cock. There's nothing to worry about" Agreeing, Hassan permitted them to jack-off with one hand while they held the gun pointed at the stewardess and the young boy with the other hand.
When Hassan figured it was time to give Jeff a ball suck and a cock suck, he told Peggy to turn over.
"Turn over, honey," he told her. "Get the boy's prick in your mouth and suck him off. Jeff has earned a blow job." She rolled him over and Jeff spread his legs. She got right in there and began pulling on his penis while she sucked on his balls. The three Arab hijackers were jacking off at a good tempo now, enjoying the sight of Peggy licking at Jeff's balls, preparatory to going down on his succulent, big prick. Cum was oozing from the tip of his shaft.
"Come on," Hassan told him, "shove it in her mouth." Jeff shoved every inch of his thick, rigid prick in her mouth. She gulped and almost gagged on his huge cock. Peggy could feel the throbbing head of it pulsing at the back of her throat. It did please and excite her. The musky scent of his crotch appealed to her. The promise of the cum in his balls triggered her to more frantic tongue action on his huge, throbbing prick.
"EAT IT," Hassan ordered. "SWALLOW HIS CUM LOAD. COME ON, SUCK." When Jeff heard Hassan give the blonde stewardess the orders to suck his juices, it really ignited his passion. He plunged his fiery, hard spear down her throat with wild abandon. He pressed his hot inner thighs against her face.
His hard, throbbing shaft rammed down Peggy's throat with savage force.
"OOOHHH," Jeff gasped, "SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
When Jeff joined in the act, Hassan was pleased. It was apparent to him that he had succeeded.
"That's it, kid," he told him, waving the gun with one hand and jacking on his cock with the other, "make her eat your prick. You're learning." The girl's cheeks hollowed in and out as Jeff's prick tunneled in her mouth. Her lips clasped his sliding shaft She kept her eyes open so she could see every inch of his saliva-slickened shaft as he drove it to her. She played with his balls and patted his ass cheeks as she kept sucking on his man meat "EAT ME," he begged frantically. "SUCK MY COCK OFF. SUCK IT OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS. SUCK MY COCK OFF!"
The urgency in Jeff's voice indicated to Peggy just how aroused he had become.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he felt his cock exploding in her mouth, "SUCK IT. SUUUUUUUCCCCKKK IT!"
Cum dribbled from the corner of Peggy's lips as she finished blowing him.
Pulling off his cock, she observed he still had a hard-on. The three Arabs smiled.
"Look at that tiger," Hassan chuckled. "He should have her riding his prick. Why not?" Peggy's cuntal juices were betraying her. Her pussy was dripping with her love juices as she became intoxicated and stimulated with the wild sexual act that she had been forced to perform for the young, horny boy.
"Straddle him," Hassan ordered her. "Grab his cock and ride it" Peggy pulled his throbbing prick to her pussy as she got on top of him. She brushed it back and forth across her curly blonde, pubic cuntal hair. It ignited Jeff, who begged her to hurry up.
"Shove down on me," he told her. "Fuck me."
She shoved her cunt down on his cock.
"FUCK ME," he begged. "OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. I WANT IT."
She kept her pussy riding his prick. Her vaginal muscles clutched at his cock.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "FUCK. FUCK IT." Delicious fires of cuntal pleasure raged uncontrollably through her loins. A misty sheen of perspiration covered their bodies so that when they pumped up and down at each other, they made a whacking sound.
"PLAY WITH MY TITS," the stewardess whispered in a hoarse gasp of sensual need. That made Hassan happy. It was obvious that they were enjoying it She began really working on his prick to obtain the ultimate sensation. She would do anything he wanted and he wanted to experience EVERYTHING.
When Peggy pumped up and down, Hassan advised her to grab at his prick and snap her pussy.
"A man really enjoys a snapping pussy," he smiled with a sadistic glint in his eyes. Panting at this point, Peggy snapped her cunt. It caused Jeff to ram it to her with driving, hard force. Their furious, uninhibited lovemaking had all three Arab hijackers jacking off as they watched the action.
"Let's shoot our juices all over her tits," one of the men suggested, "and make Jeff lick it" Jeff looked at them angrily.
"All right," Hassan said with a sly grin. "We can always get Dianne to lick it off, too. That would be a beautiful performance to watch." Dianne was sitting three seats away. She could see everything that was happening. The thought of licking their sticky cum off Peggy's bosoms when they had gotten their rocks off tortured her so much she felt at one point like taking her life. It would be so easy. All she would have to do would be to grab a gun and aim it at herself.
She began thinking of what would happen if she did that. Dianne knew what her mother and father would feel like. After all, she was an only child. It would make them so sad and grievous that she couldn't do it. But what a despicable thing for Hassan to suggest. He probably was drugged. He didn't seem as though he looked at her right. She had heard that you could tell if a person was drugged by the way that their pupils dilated. Dianne calculated that she would look as closely as possible into Hassan's eyes whenever she had the opportunity, to try to determine whether or not he was completely out on some drug trip. Anything might happen if he was a crazy drug addict. This frightened her. However, there was nothing she could do about it.
"Ask him to screw you," Hassan smiled as he continued jerking on his huge hunk of man meat with one hand and kept his gun aimed at the two naked fuckers in the seat with the other.
"FUCK ME," Peggy panted. "FUCK ME."
"You're not saying it with FEELING," Hassan laughed as he brought his gun to her temple. "Demand him to screw you," he insisted. "Say it with PASSION and DESIRE and LUST!"
He snarled his words as he spat them. Dianne looked over his way and sure enough, his eyes did look as though he was drug crazed.
"ASK HIM," he ordered huskily. "TELL HIM YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKED. HARDER ... AND FASTER ... AND LONGER ... AND STRONGER. MAKE HIM SCREW YOU!"
Peggy, who was so excited now her heart was racing rapidly, nodded.
"Sure," she agreed, "anything you say."
Looking down at the lusty, young teenager, she begged him to give her a wild ride. "FUCK ME," Peggy whispered, "FUCK ME ... HARDER. EVERY INCH OF IT. I WANT IT, JEFF. I WANT EVERY INCH OF YOUR PRICK IN ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS."
All inhibitions had disappeared as panting Peggy pumped on the thick, throbbing penis pulsing inside of her cunt.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT. I WANT IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME." With wild abandon Jeff rode his cock into her. His fiery penile plunges only ignited the flames of her own passion in her burning loins. She bent over and pressed her lips hotly on his. They Frenched as they finished fucking.
The young boy's hands darted to her buttocks. He squeezed her ass cheeks. "FUCK ME," she breathed enticingly. "SCREW ME, SCREW ME. OOOHHH, JEFF, I LOVE IT. FUCK, FUCK!"
The virgin, young, teenage boy's cock exploded in Peggy's cunt She milked his prick with her cuntal muscles effectively, going up and down on his sliding, slick shaft "OOOHHH," he groaned, "AAAHHH, I NEVER KNEW IT COULD BE SO GOOOOOODDDD. FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Peggy was pleased that she had brought him to the brink of erotic frenzy in this manner. Passionately she finished pumping up and down on his cock. She felt herself gushing now and she had to get her thrills. His hard penis made it possible. She had never done it with a teenage boy before. Little did she realize how much she had been missing. Apparently, they had boundless sexual energy, she reasoned, and that was why so many older women were crazy about seducing young boys.
When she eased off him, the men objected.
"Not yet," they warned her. "We're gonna shoot our cum right at your tits. Then we're gonna make Dianne lick your breasts." Dianne smiled nervously from three seats away. |f only another plane could come to their rescue. Couldn't anyone send help? Thoughts like these spun through her troubled mind. But at this moment it appeared nothing was going to happen. They were faced with the ugly reality of their uncertain future. And the future never looked more grave or grim than it did right then.
CHAPTER TEN
The sinister Arabs closed in and began jacking off with a vengeance. Hassan was the first to get his rocks off. Hi; hot-white sperm splashed on Peggy's beautiful breasts. It covered one rosy-red nipple tip.
The other two Arabs were trying desperately to get their rocks off so one man would not have to be last. They were sweating and gasping and grunting as they jacked off. Hassan smiled proudly. He motioned for Dianne to come over to where they were.
"Dianne," he grinned, "it's time for you to join our little party."
There was no place where Dianne wanted to be less than where she was at that very instant. What an awful thing to be trapped in a trauma like this. Hassan stepped back and watched as the two naked lovers looked at each other. Peggy was gently undulating her hips back and forth as Jeff continued plunging his rigid, slick prick in her cuntal opening.
"OOOHHH, THERE HE GOES AGAIN," Hassan smiled. "LOOK AT HIM SPLASH THAT SECOND LOAD OF CUM."
The two other Arabs joined in now by ejaculating all over Peggy's jiggling breasts.
Now it was Dianne's turn to lick the cum off Peggy's tits while she continued moving her hips on Jeff's thrusting, stabbing prick.
Tears stained Dianne's cheeks now. She couldn't hold back. When Hassan observed her tears, he chuckled in a sadistic, evil manner.
"What are you crying about?" he asked.
Peggy looked angrily at him, but Dianne replied with a soft, gentle voice, 'Tears of joy."
"I thought so," he winked as he watched, his eyes registering a wicked, evil glare.
Hassan went to work now with his whip.
"LICK HER TITS," he ordered Dianne. "EAT OFF THE CUM. THAT'S MY LOAD RIGHT OVER THERE ON HER LEFT NIPPLE. SUCK IT. LICK IT." Dianne closed her eyes to blot out the terrible things that were happening. The small whip came over her shoulders as she sucked the cum from Hassan's cock off the other stewardess's naked nipple tip.
It was humiliating and shameful and degrading, but nevertheless, she was still alive. Suicide was out She knew that now. No matter how she had to be humiliated or shamed, she had to perform. The awful taste of the Arab's cum made her want to gag and vomit. How could she continue?
Once she had finished with the licking, Hassan had another suggestion.
"I want you to lick each cock clean," he told her. "Then maybe you can get some more juice out" He presented her with his penis. She looked up nervously. She pulled his rigid, slick prick to her trembling lips. Dianne licked the dry cum off his cock and then he began pumping. Apparently he wanted to fuck her face.
"Hey, that feels real good," he told her. "Maybe there's some more juice in my balls. Play with my balls while I fuck your face." Disgusting as it was, Dianne followed his instructions. She massaged and manipulated his lust-bloated testicles while he rode his cock in her mouth.
It was disgusting and difficult for Dianne to sustain this kind of action. Nevertheless, she did her very best to make the most of it.
Hassan did get so excited he rammed it down her throat and shot some more cum. It was a slight trickle compared to the juice he had been shooting earlier.
Dianne licked each man off and then almost collapsed as she staggered back to the seat where she had been stretched out.
She didn't have much time to rest there. Dianne watched as the Arabs permitted the teenage hostage to get dressed. Now they wanted her to go out and find a girl for them.
"Find the loveliest, most beautiful young girl on the entire plane and bring her to us," Hassan ordered. "And then we are going to DEFLOWER her." Laughing raucously, they waited while Dianne gathered all of her courage as she strode down the aisle with Jeff Johnson, returning him to her father. Gratefully the father looked at her.
"Thank you so much for bringing him safely back," he told her.
Dianne nodded and said nothing. She knew very well that if Jeff's father had any idea of the indignities that he was forced to endure, he would not be thanking her at this moment.
Looking around, she tried to find the kind of girl that would satisfy the carnal appetites of the jaded Arab hijackers. What kind of girl would they want? she thought.
Suddenly she noticed a lovely-looking young girl, she asked her, "Would you join me and go to the first-class section, please?"
The girl's mother shook her head. She whispered nervously, "Please, don't take her. She's my only child." The words seemed to ring in her ears from a hollow tunnel from a long time ago in her own past These were the words that her own mother had said to her when she had first declared that she was going to become a stewardess. Her mother had warned her what dangers could lay in store for her by working on planes day after day. She was constantly cutting out stories about airplane crashes and telling Dianne that the last thing she wanted her to be was a stewardess. Never once did she ever mention hijacking, however. That was a risk that hadn't even entered her mind. If it had Dianne knew she would have brushed it aside, just as she had all of the other fears that her mother had resurrected when she'd warned her, "I don't want my little darling taking a chance with her life on those horrible airplanes. They're not safe, you know."
Dianne had argued they were safer than freeways and automobiles. But her mother reminded her, "You're ALL I have, my dear. Please remember that."
The very words that were being uttered to her now, she realized. Dianne wanted to walk away. She started to turn, but Hassan was standing close beside her now.
"What a lovely young lady," he smiled. "What is her name?"
"What's your name, honey?" the stewardess asked the innocent, brown-haired young girl.
"Carole," she almost whimpered.
"Carole, you must come with me," Dianne told her. "You have nothing to fear."
"Nothing much with those animals," her mother snapped angrily.
| For a second Hassan didn't know what to do. He scratched the back of his neck for a moment and gave the woman an evil glance.
"Come along, Carole," he said roughly.
Carole joined them and walked forward. When they opened the sliding door to the first-class section, she knew what she was in for. The beautiful, young, blonde stewardess Peggy was still stretched out naked, on three seats. A couple of men were toying with her bosoms and they looked up when they saw Carole enter.
"This is Carole," Dianne introduced her.
"Carole," Hassan told her, " ... take off your clothes. We're gonna fuck you."
Carole started to cry. Dianne wrapped her arms around her tenderly. "It isn't as bad as all that, honey," she whispered. "They sound worse than they are. Just relax. These men must express themselves sexually like all other men. Sooner or later you would find out what the animal nature in man is like."
Hassan laughed as he overheard her trying to calm the girl's fears.
"Yes," he told her, "a cock is a spear to lance a girl's cunt when she's a virgin. To bring her out" The idea of having these men carry on with her, upset her. But Carole was ready to give them quite a surprise.
"How do you want to screw?" she asked. "I'm no virgin, if that's what you're looking for."
All three Arab hijackers looked at her in amazement and disgust.
"Damn it," Hassan exclaimed, "those high schools aren't leaving us anymore virgins. It's disgusting!"
Carole had more sexual experience than Dianne could ever dream of. "Do you want a blow job or do you want to perform sodomy?" the innocent-looking girl shrugged casually.
"Carole, how can you talk this way?" Dianne asked in amazement "Kids these days fuck a lot," she told her. "I guess they don't talk about it much, but there's a lot of screwing going on. I mean, orgies and that kind of thing."
"Well, little girl," Hassan smiled, "suppose you prepare for a three-way. How would you like to have a prick in your mouth, a prick up your asshole and a prick in your pussy? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"I guess so," Carole told him. "It was the last time I tried it" It was beginning to get Hassan disturbed that he couldn't shock this young teenager. "Well, maybe the way we will fuck you will be a little different from the way you're getting it in that high school in the states. We have our own way of fucking, honey. Just take off your clothes and stretch out Then we'll all stick it to you. You'll love our Arabian Special." ;; The guards who had jacked off, replaced the guards who were in the cockpit. That gave the guards in the cockpit a relay opportunity to enjoy some sex.
Returning to the first-class section of the plane, the two guards began undressing. Hassan figured he would strip, too, as he wanted to enjoy Carole to the hilt.
"Honey," he told her, "I'm gonna start by fucking your face. I like blow jobs. Do you ever give blow jobs?"
"Sure," she told him. "I give them to my boyfriend. I mean, I don't go around school selling it" Hassan was pleased. "That's good," he told her. "Now just lie back and we'll start fucking and sucking. You're gonna really love what I can do for you."
The young girl undressed slowly. She wasn't nervous and didn't cry. Peggy and Dianne looked at her in astonishment and bewilderment.
"I'm glad that she has been around," Dianne told Peggy quietly. The other two guards were naked now. They went over to where Carole was and both men lay beside her. One was fitting his prick between her buttocks, while the other was slipping his rigid, turgid manhood into her pussy. The third man was kneeling in front of her, easing his cock in her mouth.
A It was amazing how interesting it felt to Carole. It wasn't terrifying or awful or evil-or ugly. It was simply that she wasn't used to having orgies on an airplane being hijacked for Libya.
"You know how to use your cunt muscles?" the man who was guiding it into her pussy asked her.
"You mean how to snap my pussy?" she asked as casually as if he'd questioned her if she knew how to blow her bubble gum.
"Yes," he nodded.
"Sure ... feel it?"
The Arab nodded in amazement and delight. It was apparent that she did know what she was talking about Carole pumped her cuntal muscles, grabbing at his prick. The grasping sensation of her cunt muscles pulling on his turgid penis stimulated and aroused him.
"WOW!" he told her. "THAT REALLY FEELS GOOD. COME ON, FUCK IT."
He rode his cock into her with hard, strong strokes. In the meantime, the man who was slipping it up her asshole spit in his hand. He applied his spittle to his long, hard shaft. When it was slick, he parted her buttocks and stretched her ass so that he could insert his penis with as little pain as possible.
When his throbbing cock head managed to come to her tight anal ring, she turned and casually remarked, "Slow and easy. That makes a better fuck."
She had pulled her mouth off Hassan's cock and that bothered him. "We know how to sodomize you," he assured her. "Never fear. We know how to do it" Even though she was certain they knew how to have sex in a variety of ways, she wanted to make sure they did it as easily as possible.
Hassan was finding it difficult to get his cock up again. Nevertheless, he was surprised at the wonderful way she went to work on his prick. She had a way of milking with her mouth that got him stimulated. She let her tongue slide across the sensitive underside of his cock. She tickled it back and forth teasingly. He got more aroused every instant.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHHH, OHHHHHH," he groaned, "WHAT A COCK EATER. AAAHHH, AAAAHHH, EAT IT, EAT IT."
He plunged it down her throat and ran his fingers through her soft brown hair. "NURSE IT," he told her. "JUST LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, YES. I LOVE IT. SUCK ON IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOHHHH, SUCK ON IT. SUCK MY PRICK. OOOHHH, SUCK IT OFF."
Carole was eager to give him a good cock suck. She was also hoping that when the man who was sodomizing her rammed his prick up her asshole he did so with caution. She felt him riding there and she shoved back so she might be of some assistance to him. Apparently he was having quite a difficult time getting it in.
As she shoved back, she pulled her pussy off the cock riding in her vagina.
"HEY, don't PULL AWAY FROM ME," one man told her angrily. "WATCH IT!"
He gripped her hips and held her in place as he inserted his penis in her once more. The man who was driving his cock up her asshole suddenly decided the only way he would ever get it in past her tight anal ring was to stab it in. With a lunge forward, he drove his hips ail the way. His throbbing, long penis jabbed up her tight anus.
"FUCK IT," he exclaimed, "FUCK."
Riding her ass rhythmically, he gave her the fuck of her life.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," she groaned, "IT FEELS SO GOOD, SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD." Once again she pulled her mouth off Hassan's cock. He didn't enjoy having her do that. Placing the nuzzle of the gun next to her temple, he told her, "The next time you pull your mouth off my cock, I'll blow your brains out Do you understand that, cock eater?"
Carole looked nervously up at him.
"If you blow my head off, how am I gonna blow YOUR head off?" she demanded. That brought a smile to Hassan's face.
"All right," he told her, "I will wait until you've blown mine off first before I blow yours off." He shoved his man meat down her throat and fucked her furiously. His sweaty balls slapped against her face. She could sniff the scent of his e musky loins. It didn't bother her. She had given too many blow jobs in high school to let anything like this trouble her. If anything, the new experience of taking on three big men excited her. She wondered if it would be different to take on three older men as compared to the three high school boys that she had made it with at a pajama party orgy that she had attended when she was in the tenth grade.
It was considerably different. The older men had much larger cocks, she was discovering. It did feel good to be filled up this way. One for her pussy, one for her asshole, and one for her mouth.
Wouldn't it be wonderful, she thought to herself, if they could all make it go off together? If they could all cum, shooting their load. The hot, delicious, spurting cum in her mouth, giving her a delectable taste treat.
"SUCK MY PRICK," Hassan ordered as he thrust it to her in wild, devastating jabs.
Her lips gripped his sliding shaft as she patted his ass cheeks. He appreciated it and told her to finger tuck his asshole at the same time.
This was something new. Carole slipped her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"Now, damn it, why are you doing that?" the hijacker demanded angrily.
"That's one thing I never learned in high school," she explained honestly.
"What do you mean? You never learned WHAT in high school?"
"I never learned how to ... finger fuck a man's asshole," she explained.
"Well, now you know," he told her, "and go to it. It feels real good to have my prostate gland massaged with your finger and be sucked at the same time." She returned to slipping her index finger up his tight anal opening. At the same time her lips fastened on his throbbing, thick shaft. She closed her eyes almost reverently as she let him ram his prick in her mouth and down her throat with wild abandon. He was riding her face rhythmically.
At the same time the two men were making it in her behind and in her pussy. Her legs opened and closed as she pumped back and forth. Carole was fucking for dear life. She figured that if she satisfied the Arab hijackers perhaps they would let her go back to her seat and sit with her mother again. Of course, she knew she could never tell her mother what she was doing in the first-class section of the plane. She also had never told her about her sexual encounters at high school. Why bother her? She wouldn't understand it.
The prick slipping up her ass felt good. The lust-bloated balls slapped against her bare bottom as a man rammed it to her from behind. He patted her cheeky buttocks, squeezing them and fondling them.
"TWIST YOUR TAIL," he told her. "THAT'S HOW, HONEY. GRIND YOUR ASS AROUND."
She ground her hips around for him. He got so excited he was ready to explode. With a few more cock stabs up her tight anal passageway, he unloaded.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "I'M CUMMING. FUCK IT, FUCK IT."
Delicious waves of excitement splashed over her as the man ramming it in her asshole kept slipping it back and forth in her slick passageway. The man who was thrusting in her pussy continued driving into her cunt. Carole's cuntal muscles gripped at his stabbing, sliding shaft, pleasing, exciting and intoxicating him until he knew that he was developing that rhythm where he was rocking his cock to orgasm.
"COME ON, BABY," he whispered excitedly, "FUCK IT OFF, FUCK IT OFF!"
He thrust forward with driving, hard cock stabs.
"FUCK," he exclaimed passionately. "FUCK IT."
His rigid, hard prick unloaded. And the third man shot his wad in her mouth.
Carole was pleased she had given the men such a wild time.
"TASTE GOOD, HONEY?" Hassan asked her.
She nodded and swallowed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Hassan had finished fucking Carole's face, he withdrew. He patted her affectionately and told her how much he'd enjoyed it. "You're really something," he told her. "Something special, my dear." Carole was pleased that she had satisfied them all. As they pulled their pricks out of her asshole, her pussy and her mouth, she got to her feet and got dressed. Dianne walked her back to her seat once she'd finished dressing.
Her mother looked at her nervously.
"Did they hurt you, honey?" she asked anxiously.
"No, mother," Carole said reassuringly. "They were real nice to me."
"Oh, what a relief," she told her. "I was so worried for your safety, dear."
Dianne patted Carole affectionately on the shoulder and walked back down the aisle to the first-class section of the plane.
When she got back she noticed Peggy was dressing. Peggy wanted to talk to her.
"You don't know how I feel," Peggy told her. "I really don't know what to do now."
As Peggy told her her problem, Dianne realized what a confused girl she actually was. "I don't know what to tell my boyfriend," Peggy explained. "Marvin and I are engaged. He's a pilot with another airline. I met him at a disco a couple of months ago. We're going steady and we're engaged now. But I don't feel I ever could be happy with him. I mean, I don't even know what it's like to have sex with him. How can I say I will marry him and fuck him the rest of my life when I've never screwed him once?"
"You've got a very good point there," Dianne agreed. "I think it's dreadful that couples don't find out and experiment before they tie the marital knot." As the two girls consoled each other about their love lives, Hassan misunderstood. He thought they probably were talking about him in a negative way and he didn't hesitate to come over and complain angrily.
"I'd like to hear what you gals have to say about me," he said, looking at them with an evil glare.
"We said nothing about you," Dianne assured him. "Peggy was talking about her boyfriend."
That brought a laugh not only to Hassan, but the other two Arabs who were eavesdropping.
"Now are you gonna tell your boyfriend about our little party?" he smiled.
She shook her head. I "No ... I won't," she told him. "I don't think he'd appreciate it.
"What does he do for a living?"
"He's a pilot," Peggy told him.
"Why don't you go up in the cockpit and take care of one of the pilots who hasn't been serviced?" Hassan suggested with a sly sneer. He was staring at Dianne now.
Dianne shuddered at the thought of more sex. She felt as though she'd had enough for a lifetime.
"You've got to be kidding," she told him. "Why don't you find yourself another stewardess back there?"
"No, I think YOU'RE just the girl for the task," Hassan smiled. "Go up in the cockpit and I'll explain to the guards what you're supposed to do." Timidly Dianne walked toward the cockpit. She knew the pilot would not like what was being forced upon them anymore than she did. It was an awkward, evil situation, over which they had absolutely no control.
"This young lady is gonna service you," Hassan smiled at the co-pilot who had not been sexually accommodated.
"What?" the co-pilot demanded in disbelief. "Right here," Hassan told her. "Crawl over to him on the floor. There isn't much room but 'this won't take much room. Just enough to fit your mouth over his prick. I'm sure you can find enough room for that so you can get him off real quick."
Dianne looked at the pilot with a pained expression. He understood the terrifying situation that she was being forced to endure. His cobalt-blue eyes looked into hers.
"Come over here, Dianne," he told her. "Do what you've got to." Dianne moved over to him. She pulled his throbbing, big prick to her lips and began slowly sucking. He inched forward in his chair. She parted his ass crack and let her fingers slip up. At the same time she milked his prick with her mouth.
"EAT ME," he commanded. "SUCK IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, SUCK MY COCK OFF. THAT'S HOW. SUCK IT." With passionate fervor she sucked on his prick. She got so excited she was shaking. She wanted to feel him shooting his load. Dianne began wondering what he would taste like. This bothered her. She knew very well that she had been another type of person before this awful episode of the hijacking took place. She had been shy and reluctant to experiment sexually. Now she loved it. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of it.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DIANNE," the co-pilot panted, "YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO. LICK MY PRICK. SWALLOW ME. BRING ME OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK, SUCK."
Dianne was just as eager to bring him off as he was to experience the blow job. She wanted to taste him, to swallow his seed, to enjoy the delicious taste of his male juices. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "COME ON. SUCK MY COCK. SUCK IT OFF."
Waves of tingling excitement washed through her body. She could hardly get enough of it.
"COME ON," he told her, "SUCK MY COCK. OOOHHH, OOOHHH, SUCK IT OFF."
The hot juices were soon gushing from his cock head. They dribbled from the corners of Dianne's lips and she swiped with her tongue to get it all off.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH," the co-pilot of the plane gasped as he felt himself being sucked by her hungry, anxious mouth. When Dianne had finished blowing him, she pulled off. She went back to the first-class section of the plane and stretched out. Hassan was going to get some sleep now and he had another Arab hijacker to take over the command. He stretched out so he could sleep for half an hour and Dianne enjoyed talking to the man who took over for him, as he seemed much more rational.
"How did someone like you get roped into this?" Dianne smiled.
"I don't know," he confessed. "I guess I just wanted to bring something interesting into my life. It was getting dull. I needed an exciting change."
"Well, it's not only interesting now it's dangerous," she told him flatly, "you know what usually happens. They catch the hijackers and they go to prison. Instead of bringing glory to themselves, they bring horror."
Fortunately, Hassan didn't hear a word she was saying, for he was snoring two seats ahead of them.
"Don't ever let him hear you talk like that," the man told Dianne seriously, "he doesn't like anyone who talks against his plans. Be very careful."
"I know," she told him. "He's the one who has all of you following him. He's the leader-and that's the name of the game follow the leader."
"No, we have our cause," he told her, "and we believe in it. Just as passionately as you believe what you believe."
To her amazement, Dianne discovered that he was sincere. "I'm sorry," she shook her head. "I should have recognized that my opinion doesn't mean it's necessarily so. That was just the way I saw it and apparently I didn't see it the right way."
"Apparently not," the man told her.
"I'll bet you come from a nice home," she told him, "and all this is quite remote from the life you've led."
"Yes, I'll confess, this is quite remote from the life I've led," he admitted candidly. "I've led a sheltered life, too," Dianne told him frankly. "My mother and my father and my entire family have always been very thoughtful people. The only thing that I have known about fear and poverty is when I've read about it in the papers."
"The poor little rich girl," the man told her. "And now you're a girl who has found that she's lucky she's alive."
"Yes, I guess you might say that," she agreed. "The way that your friend over there has been acting, I guess I am lucky to even be alive."
"Why do you take such chances?" she asked point blank after' a quiet pause in their conversation. "Do you really think you will ever succeed in your cause?"
"If I didn't think I would succeed," he told her, "I wouldn't do what I'm doing. But it doesn't make any difference if they kill me. The important thing is that they don't kill our cause."
"Then you'd give your life for that?"
"A lot of people will give their life for a lot less," he told her.
He patted her thigh and she looked up at him.
"Don't tell me you want some sex?" she asked him.
"Is there anything wrong with wanting to fuck?" he smiled menacingly. "No, I guess not," Dianne agreed. She reached over and gently massaged his crotch. It pleased him that she volunteered to give him some erotic excitement without having to beg for it.
"Hey, that feels good," he told her.! "I thought you'd like that," she smiled.
"You can pull it out if you want to," he told her.
Slowly unzipping his fly, Dianne pulled out the hijacker's thick, throbbing penis. She pulled back the head of it and saw its meaty eye.
"Would you jack it for me?" he asked. "I'd like that very much."
It was obvious to Dianne that this was exactly what he would want once she got him stimulated. She was grateful he didn't suggest some other wild sex act.
She pulled on his throbbing cock and as he got more excited and agitated, she could see his face reddening.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," he told her. "GET THE TEMPO. THAT'S IT. I GUESS YOU HAVEN'T DONE THIS VERY MUCH."
"Just tell me what I'm supposed to do ... and I'll do it," she said obediently.
"Develop a rhythm," he told her, "and jerk it with rhythm. Do it slow, and then do it fast Alternate the speed. That's the way I like it." Dianne alternated the speed of her hands pumping on his throbbing manhood. One moment she would pull on it slowly, and the next she would speed it up and excite him even more.
"THAT'S IT," he told her. "NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. PUMP IT. FASTER. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSS, I LOVE IT. OOHHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT UP."
Dianne was exercising all her expertise in giving him the kind of sensual sensations he seemed so desperately to require.
"Before it shoots," he warned her, "I want you to get your hot mouth over it and blow it. I want you to suck it all out. Come on, baby, you can do it" She looked into his eyes. There was something exciting about the lusty expression she saw there as she pulled on his throbbing manhood, getting him more stimulated than ever. "FASTER," he told her. "JACK IT FASTER. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. THAT'S HOW I WANT YOU TO DO IT. JUST LIKE THAT. DON'T EVER STOP. PUMP IT. PUMP MY PRICK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, PUMP, PUMP MY PRICK!" Dianne pulled on his throbbing cock, getting him so aroused he knew that he would bust his nuts any moment now.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he exclaimed excitedly, "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. SHOOT IT OFF!"
His hard, throbbing prick exploded. Hot, white streams of cum shot in her mouth as she got down there just in time to accept his thick, creamy cum load.
"SUCK EVERY DROP OF IT," he panted passionately. "OOOHHH, BABY, LICK IT. FASTER, FASTER. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, YESSSS. JUST LIKE THAT."
Dianne's lips gripped his shaft tightly as she engulfed his prick with her mouth. She sucked and slurped ravenously, draining ail the juices from him.
She finally pulled her mouth from his penis, with a heavy sigh of pleased satisfaction.
"You are a might good cock eater," he told her. "I guess that you've learned what Arabs taste like today."
"I've never done anything like this before," she admitted. "It does seem a bit strange."
"Just put my penis back in my shorts and zip me up," he said, not taking his gun off her for an instant Dianne put his penis back in his shorts and slowly eased the zipper up on his fly. She looked up at him for a nervous moment.
"I ... I wish this was all a nightmare and not really happening," she told him. "But I guess we can't have that. You have your destiny and I have mine."
"Yes," he admitted candidly, yet firmly. "We each have our destiny to fulfill. And it can sometimes be frightening."
The more she thought about his words, the more Dianne realized how true it was. She had her destiny and he had his destiny, and it was unsettling and frightening.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dianne sat there alone again, once he'd gotten up and left her. She was thinking once again of her family. How horrified her mother would be if she knew how close to danger and death Dianne was at that moment. No doubt the news had been flashed all over the world about the hijacking.
She thought of her friends in high school that could tell about it. The friends that she knew at work. But most of all, she thought of her mother and her loved ones. They undoubtedly would be praying for her welfare.
The turmoil that she was experiencing now caused her to pause for a moment. It was terrible to be trapped in a situation like this. But there was no other way. She had to face the ugly situation and accept its realities.
She said nothing. That seemed to be the easiest way out of it. Just saying nothing. Looking out the window, she could see they were going over some country. She had no idea where they could be by now. So much had happened that time was blurred, and places that she was going to fly to were unknown to her.
Paris, the glimpse she caught of it as the giant jet soared over the city, had looked wondrous and beautiful. She had heard so many stories about the fabled city that it had always been a dream of hers to go there. Notre Dame, the River Siene, the Louvre, the Champs Elysees, the fashionable hotels, the beautiful dress shops. But she wouldn't be seeing them. The Left Bank, the quaint cafes and restaurants. None of this. Instead, she was being forced to fight for her life, by offering her body to anyone that the Arab hijackers decided she should have sexual intercourse with.
At least she had managed to keep her mind intact. She was certain that if this had been some of her stewardess friends, they would have gone bananas. She was grateful that she had managed to keep herself under complete control. It was unusual that she could muster this much calm and remain cool. Perhaps she had sources of strength she never knew existed until she was called upon to bring them into being.
Peggy, who was dressed now, came over and sat beside the pensive Dianne.
"What do you think they're gonna do to us?" Peggy asked nervously. "I have no idea," Dianne assured her. "But I know one thing. When you're in a tight spot, the only way out is to keep your cool. You've done awfully well, Peggy. And I think I have, too."
Peggy looked at her and smiled warmly. "You have, Dianne, dear. If it hadn't been for you, I don't know how I could have gone through this nightmare. But I'm still so nervous my heart is racing. I'm thinking of what they might suggest next. Sometimes these hijackers threaten to blow up the plane with all the passengers and crew if they don't get their way. No doubt they will ask for some political prisoners to be freed in some foreign country. And our lives can dangle on the decision of a foreign leader. It's frightening when you think about it."
"That's why I'm NOT thinking about it," Dianne smiled. "Sometimes it's best not to think about anything. Just lean back and relax. Why don't you put on the headphones and listen to some music?"
Agreeing, Peggy reached for the headphones from the chair in front of her. She placed them at her ears and now some soft classical music began to soothe her. This did cause her to relax.
Soon the two girls fell asleep listening to the beautiful music. It blotted out the horrible things that had happened to them only moments before. At least for awhile.
Dianne Dexter was so upset over having carried on with Peggy that she wished there was some way that she could confess her guilt. As she glanced out the plane and looked at the blue skies and the white clouds, it seemed as if the good lord would understand that she only did what she was forced to do at gunpoint. Certainly there had to be understanding and forgiveness where sinners are concerned.
She was hardly prepared for Josef, who suddenly surfaced. Josef had been sleeping on the airplane. Arrangements had been made in advance that some of the hijackers would board the plane as tourists. They were disguised with false passports and cards, as well as dark glasses. Now that the hijacking had been so successful, Josef was ready to take over as they arrived at Libya in the not too distant future.
Hassan replaced him in his seat in the main passenger section of the plane as Josef went to the first-class passenger section. He spotted Dianne Dexter and smiled at her. Faintly Dianne returned his look.
"I guess we've had a very interesting flight," the stocky and bearded Arab hijacker smiled.
"Yes," Dianne replied, trying to cover her true feelings as best she could. Josef's eyes instantly fell on the dazzling blonde stewardess. Her luxurious blonde hair, her soft, fair skin, her radiant blue eyes and lovely white teeth, giving her a warm smile, all appealed to him.
"What's your name, young lady?" he asked her as he came closer and sat down beside her.
"Peggy," she sighed.
Peggy hoped Josef wouldn't try to have sex with her. However, it was quite apparent that was exactly what he had in mind. She knew she would have no choice in the matter.
"Peggy," he told her, "it isn't every day a man gets to meet a beautiful girl like you." Peggy smiled as she tried to accept his compliment, hoping that he wouldn't insist on having sex with her.
"You know," he told her abruptly, "there's one thing I want more than anything. Can you guess what that is?" His dark eyes sparkled with a sly smile.
Peggy shook her head. She knew instantly what Josef was talking about. That was evident when she glanced at the unmistakable bulge at his crotch. However, she thought it better to let him tell her what was on his mind.
"I was just thinking how much fun it would be to FUCK you," he told her.
"I see you know all the important words in the English language," Peggy quipped quickly.
If anything bothered Josef it was having sex where all of his men could watch.
"Couldn't we close off one section?" he asked the beautiful blonde stewardess.
Dianne Dexter overheard him and assured him that could be done. "You could always go in the section over there where we have the drinks," she explained. "As a matter-of-fact, we could just pull a couple of curtains and you could have all the privacy in the world. No one would bother you in there."
"Thank you," Josef told her, a smile of appreciation creeping across his sinister features.
Dianne heaved a sigh of relief that Peggy was going to have to service Josef. If there was one thing she hated, it was carrying on sexually with so many men.
"What do you want me to do?" Peggy asked innocently as Josef stood there when they were finally alone in the secluded section from where the drinks were prepared.
"I want you to suck on my cock," he told her with blunt honesty.
He laughed as he took her wrists and held them securely. "You fucking little firebrand," he told her. "You need to be screwed and I'm gonna fuck you. I'll fuck your face, and before I'm through I'll fuck your ass, just for kicks. And, baby, you'll love it" Never before in her life had Peggy wished that she could tell a man to go to hell, as she wished she could tell Josef where to head in right now. However, she knew it wouldn't do her any good at all. Therefore, she tried to relax and keep her composure.
Slowly she started to unzip his fly, complying with his brisk orders. "Pull it down farther," he told her. "That's it, honey. Just pull it down all the way." When she finally had unzipped his fly all the way, she reached in and felt of his throbbing, huge cock.
"Pull it out now," he ordered. Peggy looked down and discovered his cock was erect. It stood out from his dark, curly pubic hair. An obscene kind of pleasure went through her. A sluttish thrill of the pleasure that was driving her into flights of sheer sexual ecstasy she never dreamed existed before.
The Arab was rough and crude. As he lunged at her and kissed her on the mouth, forcing her head back and pinning her arms to her side, he rammed his penis at her.
"STOP IT," she cried out nervously.
"Don't you tell me ANYTHING," he said, glaring at her with an evil, wicked sneer.
Peggy realized she was truly his victim. Even though she hated him at this moment, there was no way out.
"All right," she agreed, "anything you say. ANYTHING. I'll do it." The horror and revulsion that she felt spun through her mind now. Yet there was no way out. She had to satisfy his every whim, no matter how demented, degrading or painful. He was in charge and she was his captive.
"If that's what you want," she told him, "I'll give it to you. Please, don't kiss me."
That got Josef even more angry.
"You wench," he exclaimed. "You will do as I tell you. I will plunge my tongue in your mouth. You will suck on my tongue. Listen to me!"
His eyes were glowing with rage as he looked into her soft, blue eyes. Tears sprang quickly to her eyes and that got Josef even more angry.
"Damn it, don't cry!" he exclaimed. He slapped her face roughly and she knew that he might rough her up even more if she made anymore complaints. She decided to remain as calm as possible, for her own safety.
He pressed his full, sensuous mouth against hers. Parting her lips gently she let Josef slide his obscene tongue inside. She let her mouth suck on his tongue just as he told her to. A look of satisfaction surfaced on Josef's face. He was getting her to do anything he wanted.
Now he began unfastening his belt. He lowered his pants and shorts and stood there completely naked.
"Get on the floor," he demanded. For a moment Peggy hesitated. She looked at the cold floor of the airplane and wished she could lash out at anyone. It was an instant, irrational idea. However, she thought better of it when she realized Josef meant business from the furious glare in his eyes when she didn't instantly obey his command. It was apparent that every word was law, as far as he was concerned. Brutality was something that she had always been afraid of. As a young girl, she recalled how a man entered their home when she was sleeping. He grabbed her by the neck and tried to choke her. The fearful thoughts lingering in her dark cobwebs of memory tortured her now.
Peggy got on the floor just as he ordered, and lay there looking up at him fearfully. "I am going to fuck your face," he told her, "and I want you to lick my prick. But first, lick my balls. When I press them close to your mouth just start running your tongue all over them. Give me a good ball suck."
The Arab hijacker had completely removed his boots now and his pants and shoes. He was standing there in his stocking feet, glaring at her as he started to straddle her. He lowered his bare buttocks, his sweaty balls and his throbbing, pulsing prick directly over the blonde girl's face. Peggy reached up and gently massaged his buttocks.
It was strange how her body went limp and with a lewd thrill she ran her hands over his spread legs.
"Very nice," Josef told her as her hands groped for his thick man meat. "Now just keep that up."
"Get on top of me," she said in a low, tense voice, not wanting to betray her true feelings. Peggy was afraid that some of the men walking by would see them. For the curtains concealing the bar section on the plane did not fall completely to the floor. She looked around.
"People will see us," she whispered.
"So what?" Josef growled. "Come on, damn you, I want it. Suck my balls. Right now!"
When Peggy opened her mouth, he slipped his balls inside with a rough stab. "Swing your tongue around," Josef ordered her. "Lick them real nice." He reached down and gripped her head firmly. His fingernails bit into her scalp as he demanded her to bring him all the obscene thrills he craved.
Brushing the hair out of her eyes, a hateful thrill of captivity surged in her body as he swung his ass back and forth over her face, thrilling to the sensations of her mouth licking at his hairy balls.
"Now," he told her, "lick my ass. Get your slippery tongue right up there and lick."
She felt him pressing farther. Closing her eyes, Peggy tried to blot out the awful things that were happening to her as the plane headed its way toward Libya.
"SUCK MY ASSHOLE," Josef ordered with a breathy gasp. "SUCK IT. GO AHEAD." As she let her tongue slip to his ass crack, there was suddenly the sound of an electrical storm. The plane was moving unsteadily. Peggy knew something was wrong. She wondered if one of the hijackers had placed a pistol next to a pilot's head and gotten him so upset that he was working erratically.
Then she heard it! The terrifying sound of lightning. As the plane angled downward, losing altitude, Josef lost none of his desire for her tongue riding up his tight, squirming asshole.
"Keep your tongue sliding up my butt," he insisted angrily. "Suck on it. Ohhh, aaaahhh, yes, yes, yesssss. Suck my asshole, suck it!"
He gripped her firmly.
"COME ON," he told her, "STICK YOUR TONGUE WAY UP THERE. THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, AAAAHHH, OHHHHHH, YES, YES. SUCK, SUCK!" She closed her eyes and continued tongue fucking his asshole as ordered. The awful sound of the electrical storm, the plane being bandied about, all made it difficult for her to keep contact with his ass flesh.
"Hold onto my thighs," Josef insisted. "Then you won't get your face out of my ass crack. I want you to keep your tongue right in there and licking."
There was no way out for Peggy now. She had to keep her tongue plunging up his asshole as the plane continued swiftly on its downward course to the terrifying clouds.
Peggy went on sucking on Josef's asshole, trying to blot out the turbulence the aircraft was experiencing now.
"COME ON," he told her, "I WANT TO GET MY ROCKS OFF. LICK MY PRICK. OOOHHH, OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, YES, YES. SUCK ON IT. THAT'S IT. LICK THE UNDERSIDE AND CAP IT WITH YOUR MOUTH. THAT'S JUST WHAT I WANT. LICK, LICK ... OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK. YES, YES, YESSSSS, THAT'S IT. THAT'S IT!"
Licking the underside of his shaft once she'd slipped her tongue from his tight anus, she finally capped the crown of his throbbing, huge prick with her mouth.
"SUCK ON ME," Josef demanded in sensual arousal, "SUCK. OOOHHH, YES, YES, THAT'S THE WAY TO DO. SUCK, SUCK!" Peggy's mind was reeling. She knew they were in dire danger. What a horrifying thing to have to suck on his prick while the plane was losing altitude and maybe they would all be killed. She wanted to cry out but she couldn't. For he was kneeling now, right over her face, plunging his rigid, hard prick into her mouth with relentless stabbing thrusts.
"SUCK ON MY PRICK," he panted lustfully as he continued riding inside of her. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT. COME ON, SUCK MY COCK. SUCK IT OFF. YES, YESSSSSS, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK COCK, SUCK COCK. UUUUGGGGGHHHHH! UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!"
His throbbing, hard prick rode down her throat with relentless savagery. In surging, fierce strokes he continued stabbing his dick up her throat until she thought she would choke on its pulsating, mammoth thickness.
"EAT IT," he demanded lustfully. "SUCK MY COCK OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS. SUCK MY COCK. OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, SUCK IT OFF, SUCK IT OFF!"
Her lips fastened on his throbbing, erect shaft. She began sucking slowly. Peggy could feel some of his cum oozing at the tip of his male member. "YES, YES," Josef gasped excitedly, "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. NOW YOU'RE SUCKING. KEEP SUCKING MY COCK. DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!"
Her hot mouth milked at the tip of his male member in a surge of desire to satisfy him.
"YES," he panted as he thrust it to her. "SUCK. OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK."
The blue veins in his rigid, hard prick stood out. She sucked voraciously, knowing all the while she must satisfy his demented desires for sexual satisfaction.
"OOOHHH," Josef groaned with animalish frenzy as he kept fucking her face. His huge penis was ready to splatter its sperm in her mouth. To Peggy's amazement, sucking on his prick somehow made it easier to bear the terrible electrical storm and turbulence that the plane was experiencing. She closed her eyes and nursed on his cock for dear life. The crack of lightning bolts across the sky illuminated the bar area with a flashing glare of light that engulfed their naked bodies with a menacing, frightful glow.
"EAT IT," he told her. "OOOHHH, SUCK EVERY DROP OF IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT."
Just as he was ready to shoot his load and he was shoving more of his prick into her, he insisted that she finger fuck his asshole.
Parting Josef's ass crack, Peggy used her index finger to slip up his tight anus.
"YES," he told her as he began to ride in an undulating, up-and-down motion like a sexual rollercoaster as she sucked on his cock and finger fucked his asshole.
He felt a lewd and overwhelming orgasm building in his loins with every savage, relentless stab.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped. "OOOHHH,, PEGGY, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK NOW!"
He ran his fingers through her soft, blonde hair. His hips began moving like they were on stainless steel springs as he fucked hard.
Peggy could see his thick, glistening shaft of cock flesh disappearing between her lips, stabbing down her throat. He was forcing it so far now she thought she would gag.
"OOOHHH," he gasped, "I'M CUMMING, CUMMING. SUCK, SUCK, SUCK ME OFF."
His hot, thick prick was exploding in her mouth. She was sucking, gurgling and mewling in animalish desire as she licked every drop of steamy cock cum from his raging prick.
"YES, YESSSSSS," he groaned as she finished eating him off, "SUCK IT OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH!"
She could feel his cock ramming its full length down her throat. Her head fell back as she moaned and accepted his swollen, hard prick. Pulling her lips off his stabbing cock, Peggy looked up at him, hoping that he would be satisfied. However, when she caught sight of his thick prick, she figured that he probably had some other ideas.
"Now I'm gonna take care of you," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck you good."
At that moment a young Arab guard walked in.
"Let's do it with her together," he told the guard with an evil smile playing about his lips.
The guard grinned lewdly. He began stripping. "You can fuck her cunt while I screw her ass," Josef grinned excitedly.
Peggy wanted to lie there, but he wouldn't let her.
"Get on your feet," he told her. "We can stand up and fuck you. While he's ramming it in your cunt, I'll be screwing your asshole." Peggy's body trembled with fear and apprehension. Would this terrible nightmare never end? she asked herself. How much more of this sadistic, cruel lovemaking could she stand? These frightening thoughts tumbled about in her troubled mind as she contemplated the savage lovemaking she was forced to endure. How she wished she was somewhere else at this very moment. But the reality of it all hung like a cloud of doom above her naked, trembling body as she realized she was their captive, forced to do every depraved, unnatural act they demanded of her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The shy, young Arab guard wasn't used to accosting women like this. However, when Josef told him he should join in a three-way, he immediately started to strip nevertheless. Peggy sensed that he felt awkward about the situation. She said nothing and just watched him take off his pants, his shirt, his shorts and shoes and socks. When he was completely naked he stood in front of her and she reached out to begin stroking lewdly on his obscene cock.
"Get it up with your mouth, Peggy," he told her.
Sadistically he insisted that she get on her knees in front of him.
"You should always worship a man's cock," he told her with a lewd smile playing about his lips. The passionate young Arab hijacker thrilled to the sight of Peggy on her knees. He could see her beautiful bosoms and the taut nipples. He reached down to grip them as she brought her mouth even with his blue-veined hardness. The thick, meaty cock slipped into her mouth smoothly. The pubic curly hair at his crotch tickled her nose as she closed in on his throbbing manhood. Reaching down, she played with his sperm-laden balls. Her flared nostrils took in the pungent scent of his loins.
"SUCK ME," he begged. "SUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, "SUCK ME, SUCK ME." He continued sawing in and out of her mouth, enjoying the sight of her cheeks hollowing as she ate his thick prick. However, he was anxious now to screw her cunt and told her to pull her mouth off his cock.
Reluctantly, Peggy pulled off his cock. She could taste him starting to cum and she wanted it. However, she knew that she was their sexual slave and could only do their savage bidding.
Rising now, she felt Josef's hands on her bare buttocks. Josef was gently easing them apart as he prepared to plunge up her asshole with his wicked prick.
"Don't hurt me," she begged in a soft, whimpering voice.
That brought out the sizzling sadism of Josef in no uncertain terms. He slapped her head and told her to turn around.
"When you're fucking him, LOOK at him," he ordered angrily.
The hot, young Arab stud eased his rigid prick into her tight cunt. He shoved forward with all of his manly meat.
"FUCK," he told her. "FUCK IT. YES, YESSSSSSS, THAT'S WHAT I WANT. FUCK, FUCK!"
Her cuntal muscles gripped his rigid, hard cock.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK," he ordered. "YES, YESSSSSS, FUCK IT, FUCK IT." Peggy's trembling cuntal lips gripped at his stabbing, hard cock and she began twisting lewdly. It got Josef so excited that he suddenly shoved forward, driving all of his manly meat up her hot, tight asshole.
Josef rode all of his thick man meat up her tight, squirming ass. When he came to her puckered anal ring, he had some difficulty.
"Relax," he told her. "I want to get my dick up your ass. Just relax." It wasn't easy for Peggy to relax the tense sphincter muscle. However, as his cock continued invading her asshole, she suddenly found him ramming in mercilessly. He gripped her alabaster ass cheeks and drove in with his rampaging cock.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHHH," Peggy groaned as she felt him rutting up her ass.
He clamped his hand over her mouth and complained. "When I SCREW you," he told her emphatically, "I don't want to HEAR you!"
He rammed his huge, turgid stiffness up her ass with insistence.
"FUCK IT," he snarled as he rode in, "FUCK. YES, YES, KEEP THAT ASS WIGGLING. FUCK, FUCK." He continued driving in her with skewering, hard strokes. At the same time she felt the rigid manhood of the other Arab plunging into her pussy. Tears of humiliation came to her cheeks. The sodomistic ravishment was cruel and inhuman. It was awful to have two cocks driving in her this way. It was a study in depravity, a lesson in humility.
"You don't know how to use your ass, honey," Josef complained. "Grab my prick with your butt and swing it. Use your ass muscles. Get going!" His pulsing, throbbing prick ravaged her asshole so that it bruised her to the point where she felt she couldn't stand it another second. Nevertheless, she swung her ass around his impaling thickness as he savagely continued sodomizing her. The rubbery grip of her rectum ignited his passions.
"FUCK," he exclaimed excitedly. "FUCK IT.
COME ON, FUCK IT."
He was riding into her with all of his sturdy, manly might, determined that he was going to give her a fuck she could never forget.
"YES, YESSSSS," he gasped passionately, "THAT'S HOW YOU FUCK. FUCK IT!"
He continued driving into her with lurid, obscene cock strokes.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," Peggy groaned as he lewdly assaulted her tender flesh.
Peggy kept her tail twisting as he shoved his blood-engorged member into the hilt. She wondered how much of this passionate, depraved lovemaking she could stand.
"SAY YOU LIKE IT," Josef ordered, rubbing salt into her wounds.
"I ... I like it," she finally blurted. "Doesn't sound like it," Josef laughed sadistically. "Let's hear it again, honey. Like you're crazy about it. Beg for it. Ask for me to shove my prick up your hot ass. Tell me you love it. Yes, tell me how much you love that kind of fucking."
Tears of humiliation and degradation flowed down her cheeks as she begged him to fuck her with hard, deep cock stabs.
"SCREW ME," she said, a tremor in her voice. "FUCK ME. HARDER. OOOHHH, I WANT IT. FUCK MY ASSHOLE."
" Their passions were building to a raging crescendo. One of the guards came in to speak to Josef.
"It won't be much longer till we're landing in Libya," he warned him, "and you'd better finish fucking."
Josef was aroused. His passions came first. Angrily, he denounced the guard for bothering him at a time like this.
"Damn it, wait!" he said as he looked at the guard in a furious rage. "I'm almost there!"
He gripped Peggy's undulating ass cheeks. He stabbed without mercy into her, with all of the force he could muster for his savage cock attack.
"FUCK," he pumped into her and cried out. "FUCK YOUR ASS. YESSSSSSS, FUCK YOUR ASS."
Figuring that it might help get it over with, Peggy begged for him to sodomize her.
"LET ME FEEL IT," she told him. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, BABY, FUCK IT, FUCK."
With strong, steady strokes he continued driving into her tender asshole.
"YES," he told her, "FUCK. UP YOUR ASSHOLE! AAAHHH, OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK!"
Tingles of delicious excitement raced through Peggy's body as he savagely assaulted her behind.
At the same time the young Arab who was screwing her cunt felt some mercy for her. A look of despair swept over his face as he saw how uptight Peggy had become.
"Are you fucking her good?" Josef asked, observing that he wasn't putting enough powerful cock stabs into his screwing.
"Yes," the guard replied, not wanting to cross the sinister Josef. It could be deadly.
"When I stab my prick up her asshole," Josef told the young Arab hijacker, "I want to feel your cock sliding in her cunt. We can give her a super fuck that way." The Arab UNDERSTOOD what was expected of him. He rammed his rigid, hard prick into her cunt with all of his manly might Peggy threw her head back and forth, pretending she was enjoying it. Maybe this would satisfy the horrible impulses that were motivating the panting Josef.
"SCREW ME," Peggy gasped. "FUCK MY ASS. HARDER. LET ME FEEL IT. SCREW MY CUNT. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, SCREW ME. OOOHHH, YES, YES, I WANT IT, I WANT IT. OHHHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
This prompted Josef to really drive it home. It pleased him that his request was being acted upon. He rode his thick, hard prick into her Obscenely. Her inflamed pussy clutched at the other Arab's prick. Her vaginal muscles milked on his spongy cock head as he continued ramming it in.
"YES," Peggy whispered, "I WANT IT. YES, YESSSSSS, LET ME FEEL IT."
Her, distended nipples indicated how excited she had become. Her color had brightened to crimson as she was brought to the obscene point of climax. "LET'S MAKE IT TOGETHER," Josef suggested. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN FEEL YOU. I CAN FEEL YOUR PRICK SHOVING IN HER CUNT. OOOHHH, YES, YESSSSSSS, FUCK, FUCK."
A thin sheath of flesh divided Peggy's cunt hole from her asshole. Sure enough, as the young Arab thrust his huge prick in her cunt and Josef drove his prick up her asshole, they could feel each other's sexual rhythm.
"LET'S MAKE IT," Josef grunted as he rutted up her ass in a rage.
She thrashed about, hoping that his rampaging cock would explode in a torrent of sticky, white cum, which would stop him from torturing her like this.
His cock exploded in Peggy's asshole. She twisted around and squeezed the cream right out of his prick.
A moment later the other Arab got his rocks off, too, stabbing one final thrust into her tender pussy flesh.
"YES, YESSSSS," he cried out passionately. "I'M CUMMING. FUCK. FUCK IT!"
The delicious thrills shot through their bodies as they finished their wild fuck scene. The young Arab kept driving his slick cock in Peggy's twisting, hot, milking pussy in a final heightening ravishment, until he had finished shooting his juices. He could feel her cumming at the same time. The pungent scent of cum filled the small area where they were fucking each other.
Slowly Josef eased his slick cock from Peggy's tight, sore anus. The other Arab pulled his cock from her hair-fringed fissure and patted her buttocks appreciatively.
"Why don't you spin around and screw her ass?" Josef grinned, observing the young Arab still had an erection. Peggy heaved a sigh as she turned around. The Arab gripped her cheeky buttocks. Agonizing, lustful desires shot through his body as he inserted his penis between her buttocks. Surging forward, he rode his cock up her cum-slickened asshole. His leathery balls slapped against her buttocks as she rotated her hips.
"FUCK," he told her. "FUCK. YES, THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT. FUCK, FUCK."
Peggy laughed. She was trying to make light of ;what was happening.
"I LIKE THAT," she groaned. "OOOHHH, YES. SCREW ME, SCREW ME."
Josef began playing with her soft breasts. He sucked on her nipples while the other hijacker screwed her behind with savage cock thrusts.
"You're a real beauty," Josef panted as he lapped and noisily licked at her tits and finger fucked her juicy cunt, while the other Arab drove it to her from behind.
Her cuntal juices were flowing freely with the Arab's cum. It was trickling down her inner thigh.
"OOOHHH," Peggy panted as she felt him fingering her clit, exciting her even more. The stimulating, passionate movements caused her to part her legs far apart. She swung her ass now, in time to the thick prick invading her rectum. The bulbous cock head suddenly exploded in a hot gush of raging semen. "I'M CUMMING," the young Arab hijacker grunted as he finished ramming it in her behind.
The punishment of sodomy was almost more than Peggy could take. The Arab pulled his cock from her behind and saying nothing more, got dressed.
The three of them got dressed and then walked back into the first-class section of the plane.
As Peggy glanced out the window she could see they were just beginning their descent to the airport.
"Are we in Libya?" she asked.
Josef nodded. "Yes, you're in Libya," he told her. "But we don't know how long we'll be here. If we don't get a promise of the release of certain political prisoners, we'll blow up the plane with everybody on it!"
Frozen into numbness, neither Peggy nor Dianne Dexter could say a word. Peggy went over to sit next to Dianne. She wanted to tell what had happened to her, but thought better of it. Everyone on the plane was eager to land. However, they didn't know what fate awaited them in Libya.
The control tower assisted with their descent. It was a rough landing and one woman was thrown to the floor, for she had neglected to fasten her seat belt properly.
When the plane had finally landed, Hassan, who had aroused from his rest, strode through the passenger section of the cabin to the cockpit to take command.
He talked to the radio tower and explained what he wanted. "We want the release of three political prisoners in Germany," he began. "And if we don't get what we want, this plane will be bombed and everyone on it will die. It's as simple as that."
The control tower promised they would radio the message to the proper government officials.
"In the meantime," the control tower replied, "perhaps we could assist you by sending you some food." Hassan thought about it. All of the food had been eaten in the long journey from Orly Field. He was hungry, however, there was an element of fear. Any entrance to the plane had to be carefully thought out.
"Just a moment," Hassan said. "I've got to talk to my associates."
Speaking to the other Arabs, Hassan finally came to a method by which the food could be brought to the plane with complete safety. "If they will wheel the food carts out to the door of the plane and place them at the bottom of the ladder, we will go down for it later. But we don't want ANYONE to remain with the food. Do you understand, control?"
The control tower replied. "Yes," they assured him, "we understand. We know how many people you have aboard the plane. Give us time to contact the West German authorities."
Hassan told "he control tower to be quick about it.
"They can have three hours to decide," he informed the controllers, "so let's get this moving."
There was a reluctant pause as the control tower tried to think of how to calm down the Arab hijackers. "We might need four or five hours," a controller explained. "Some of the officials are sleeping now. We will have to arouse them. It will take time for them to confer. You can understand this, because of the change in time from Libya to Bonne."
"Yes, we understand," Hassan agreed. The long, five-hour wait began. It was a torturous vigil. The passengers had not been informed of their future and what may lay in store for them. However, they had heard enough from newscasts about other hijackings to know that they were in dire danger. Libya was tantamount to the flames of hell. And they had flown into a personal hell that was unfolding before them at this very moment.
About an hour later, the control tower announced the food would be brought out to them shortly. The great plane with its door so high always would require a steep ladder to descend to the ground. First the ladder was brought out and put in place. After that, the food truck was brought out. The food trays were placed on the large, bulky containers at the foot of the ladder.
After that, everyone went back.
"Does it look safe?" Hassan demanded. Josef nodded. "There isn't anyone out there," he told him. "It is safe."
The men assigned two guards to open the door to the airplane cabin and go down the steps to pick up the food where it had been put in place for them. Once the door was opened, one passenger made a dash for the door. A shot was fired into his leg. A blood-curdling scream followed and a stewardess immediately ran to his aid.
"Be calm," she warned in a tense voice. "Everything will be all right if you don't get upset Relax."
The terrifying pain of the shot and the bullet that had lodged in his leg caused the passenger to wince as he stumbled back to his seat.
That was the warning for the other passengers not to try anything. Hassan and Josef had discussed this possibility before. They were certain that one man or woman would make a dash to freedom in a moment of insanity. However, they had everything under control and they were glad to make an example of someone to serve as a lesson to others who might get some wild, crazy ideas regarding an escape.
The food trays were brought up. The men were pleased with the success of the operation.
When the last of the food trays had been brought up, the stewardesses were assigned to pass them out to the passengers.
Hassan and Josef were alerted by the control tower.
"We have made contact with West Germany," a shaky voice of a controller began, "and they have refused to negotiate."
"They have four hours left," Hassan said gravely, " ... to reconsider their insane decision. The blood of all of these people will be on their hands."
The control tower went silent. There was no further reply. Hassan paced the floor furiously. "How dare they defy us?" he shrieked. "We have made them an offer whereby the people can all be saved. They are killers. They are madmen."
Finally Peggy brought food to Hassan. She also brought a tray for Josef. When they were all seated and just starting to eat, suddenly the door was flung open. Libyan officials had managed to somehow get aboard the huge jet. Armed with submachine guns they aimed them at the Arab hijackers.
"GET OFF THE PLANE!" they ordered. "IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO US, YOU WILL DIE!"
The Arab hijackers obeyed. That was, except for one young Arab guard. He made a lunge for one of the machine guns. He was mowed down instantly.
Screams from the passengers cut through the air as the shots ran through the cabin of the plane.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As the hijackers were led off the plane, everyone was numb with shock and fear. Their trays of food were set before them but nobody was eating a thing. There was only dead silence throughout the plane.
An interpreter came aboard and explained that they were going to have a refueling immediately and then they could fly back to Orly Field in Paris. Peggy looked at Dianne. They threw their arms around each other and cried on each other's shoulder, tears of joy staining their cheeks.
"I never thought we would get out of this situation alive," Peggy confessed honestly.
"Neither did I," Dianne shuddered as she thought about her close scrape with death. "I'm so thankful we made it. This has been a terrible nightmare." The passengers on the plane knew the stewardesses had been forced to endure the animalish sexual demands of the sinister Arab hijackers. They applauded them for what they had endured, for their safety.
A fresh crew was brought onto the plane, once the refueling had been accomplished and two hours later the giant jet was soaring in the skies, heading back to Orly Field and the city of light, Paris.
Both Dianne Dexter and Peggy were able to get some much needed rest. They stretched out in the first-class section of the plane.
When they did arrive in Paris, they felt fairly well rested.
"Wow!" Dianne exclaimed. "That was some nightmare. I'm so glad it's over. I thought we would never come out of this alive. Now all I want to do is forget it."
Just then a good-looking Libyan pilot walked past them. The co-pilot followed a moment later. Dianne realized that Peggy had possibly become overcome by all of the turmoil. She certainly didn't have any ideas about carrying on sexually with them, after all she had been through. It was unthinkable!
"Peggy," Dianne said, tugging her, "quit looking at him like that" The Libyan pilot smiled graciously. When he spoke perfect English Peggy was pleased.
"Could we escort you young ladies to your hotel?" he asked them with a bright smile. "I really don't know where we're staying," Dianne told him. "Thank you just the same." Peggy didn't let him off the hook that easily. "How nice of you," Peggy grinned. "I would LOVE to have someone show me Paris. This would really be a pleasure. I've never had an opportunity to really see the city."
Dianne shook her head in dismay. Peggy, apparently, was saying hello to trouble again. The Libyan pilot was more than happy to show Peggy around. Dianne, however, said that she wanted to get some rest when the airport bus finally arrived at the Paris Hotel on St. Germaine Street. Peggy was eager to go and go she did, with both the Libyan pilot and the co-pilot.
"It's too bad your friend Dianne didn't want to join us," one man smiled.
"She's tired," Peggy told him. "I guess it was a pretty rough trip for her."
The pilot suggested that they go up to their suite in the hotel.
"Why?" Peggy asked. "I wanted to see the city. I can't see much of it in a hotel room."
"You can get the most fantastic view from up there," one of them assured her. "That's really the ONLY way to see the city. You'll see I'm right when you get up there."
Peggy agreed reluctantly. She wasn't sure she could trust them. They both were such handsome, swarthy, dark-skinned men that it bothered her.
"What is your name?" she asked one of the men.
"My name is Charles," he answered. "And he is Roger."
Roger and Charles looked at each other knowingly. Peggy was certain they were transmitting some kind of secret sexual message that didn't please her at all.
"You're gonna love it here," Charles assured her when they got to the hotel suite and he opened up the door. Sure enough, the picture window overlooking the Seine River, with the city of Paris spread out below, was all and more than Peggy had ever hoped to see. The sparkling lights of Paris greeted her and got her so excited that she instinctively wrapped her arms around one of the pilots. The other pilot watched with interest.
"That isn't fair," he told her with a sly grin.
"There's nothing wrong with both of you holding me," Peggy smiled, remembering the strange but exciting time she had experienced hours earlier with the Arab hijackers "You wouldn't mind?" Charles asked, as he closed in. "I would be disappointed if you both didn't want to love me," she declared.
Roger and Charles were ecstatic.
"We had no idea," Charles exclaimed. " ... but we were hoping."
They both were pleased and excited as they contemplated the pleasure that they could experience together.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, Peggy, and let us look around," Roger suggested with a wink.
Peggy agreed.
"We can ALL undress," she told the two men. "Then we can enjoy it." Peggy was anxious to see them. Even though she had been through a terrifying experience, it had somehow released a spring that had been locked within her. Now it seemed as if the sky was the limit as far as sexual encounters were concerned. She couldn't seem to get enough, "Wow!" Roger smiled when he saw her. "You look so beautiful, Peggy."
Peggy was pleased that they were turning on with her. She removed her filmy, lacy white brassiere, and then eased off her matching wafer-thin panties.
"This is too much," Roger exclaimed. "I can't stand looking at you."
Roger was down to his shorts, as Peggy came over and pulled at the elastic waistband. Then she reached in and fumbled with his thick, large penis.
Both men were swarthy, with dark hair and brown eyes. Peggy imagined how exciting and stimulating it would be to love them both.
"Let's have a three-way," Roger suggested. "I can lie on my back and stick it in the front."
"And I will mount you from behind," Charles agreed with a quick affirmative nod of his head.
Peggy passionately kissed them both and then paraded over to the bed. It seemed as if she was walking on an ego cloud all of her own. As she stretched out luxuriously on the king-size bed, both men looked at her hungrily. Lust blazed in their dark stares as they glanced lengthily at her naked, appealing body. Her long, lithe legs had spread apart just slightly, teasing and arousing them all the more.
"I want you to lick me ... and suck me ... and love me," she exclaimed. "All right," Roger agreed amiably. "You can grab my cock and lick on it while I eat your pussy. Charlie can eat your asshole at the same time."
Charlie looked at the two of them. He didn't enjoy being left out "I want to stick my tongue in your pussy, too," he declared. "All right," Peggy agreed. "I'll tell you when I'm cumming. Then I will tell Roger he has to pull his tongue out of my vagina and let you lick me there. Would you enjoy that? I've been told that my pussy juice is nice and sweet."
Charlie's eyes beamed.
"Very much," he agreed. First Roger stretched out. He was lying on his back and his throbbing prick was in his hand. He angled his body so that she could suck on his cock while he went down on her pussy.
Getting on the bed and joining the lovers, Charlie got behind Peggy. He played with her smooth, curvaceous ass cheeks, letting his tongue slip to her ass crack. While he was licking at her asshole, Roger was sucking at her juicy pussy. His nose trickled from her curly pubic hair as he got his tongue into her hair-fringed fissure and began hungrily sucking her moist pussy.
Peggy's cuntal lips opened, spreading in lustful desire, eagerly accepting his wiggling, slithering, licking tongue. She could feel Roger's tongue sliding in her vagina and flipping back and forth across her erect clitoris. Peggy began to undulate up and down, slowly at first, savoring every delicious minute of his tongue lapping.
She felt free and wanton and slowly gyrated her hips in a teasing, circular motion, ending with a sudden, breathtaking thrust at Roger's mouth. Roger's hands gripped her hips firmly. He guided her as she fucked his face. Charlies, in the meantime, was licking at her behind. Suddenly, his tongue stabbed right up her asshole, disappearing between her lithe, sensuous legs. She loved the sight of the two men licking at her pussy and her behind.
Roger's throbbing, pulsing prick indicated just how horny he was. A tremendous orgasm was building in his loins. Pulling his tongue from her pussy he told her to go down on him. She looked at his glistening, thick shaft with sensual longing. Peggy was anxious to caress and suck on him.
With complete abandon, she began playing with his balls and then she licked at the purple tip of his cock. He shoved it into her mouth and she began sucking, closing her eyes and moaning and tossing her head from side to side in passionate, frenzied arousal of the moment.
He arched his back and rammed his prick meat all the way down her throat. He could see she enjoyed it as her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. Peggy's heavy, full breasts thrust out and upward, jiggling and undulating in her frenzy as she sucked voraciously on the hot man meat that was stabbing into her.
His breath came heavy and hard as he rode his prick down her throat. He liked seeing all of his cock meat sliding in her mouth, his balls riding on her lips. "SUCK MY COCK," he told her. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK ON IT. OHHHH, AAAAHHH, YES, YES, YESSSSSS. SUCK. SUCK MY PRICK. YESSSSSS. YESSSSSS, SUUUUUUUCCCCCCC-KKK, SSSSSUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKK!"
The delicious, thrilling excitement of having her suck on his huge man meat made him realize she was being swiftly swept away to the point of a rousing climax. "EAT IT," he exclaimed. "SUCK. SUCK MY COCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY COCK. OOOHHH, THAT'S WHAT I WANT, COCK SUCKER. SUCK, SUCK!"
He had her licking on his long, thick prick in savage abandon now. He could see her head bobbing up and down as he fucked her face crudely, lewdly. Her breasts were lurching and jiggling with every cruel thrust of his cock.
Insanely, Peggy seemed to want his ravaging strokes into her. It was almost as if she was waiting for that erotic moment when his wild, pumping, hot sperm would explode deep in her mouth, so she could swallow it.
At the same time she was horny and hot and frustrated. She ground her cunt in Roger's face, thrilling to his tongue stabs in her pussy. With a deep, low moan, she closed her eyes, thrilling to the fantastic sensation of one man caressing her buttocks and sucking on her asshole while the other ate her cunt. This was more than she had ever dreamt she could experience in sex.
Peggy caught her breath as he fucked with strong, deep cock stabs.
"OOOHHH, A AAAHHH," he groaned as he thrust it to her. "SUCK ON IT. SUCK. SUCK. YES, YESSSS, THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT. YES, SUCK OFF, SUCK OFF." He kept driving his prick down her throat and she was getting more aroused every second. His sweaty, hot balls held the promise of sperm that she was anxious to suck and swallow. She lived for that fantastic moment when he would flood her face with the gush of his hot male juices.
"EAT IT." he told her. "COME ON, EAT IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH. OHHHHHH, YES, YES, EAT IT. SUCK, SUCK. GET THE JUICE. OOOHHH, YES, NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. SUCK, SUCK!"
He went back to licking at her pussy and she closed her eyes. All she wanted to experience was that fantastic sensation of his thick prick meat gliding down her throat. He drove fast and recklessly as he neared climax. Fiercely he sucked on her pussy, anxious to make her juice at the same instant he unloaded his sizzling cum in her eagerly sucking mouth.
Peggy massaged his leathery, sperm-laden balls. She grasped his wicked prick at its turgid base. Peggy whimpered and sucked voraciously, thrilling to the raging genital heat in his loins as he pumped savagely down her throat.
At the same instant Roger was licking up and down on her clitoris. He was sucking and nibbling and thrilling her.
Charlie was licking at Peggy's asshole and gripping her hips as he sucked hungrily.
All at once Roger exploded in her mouth.
Charlie couldn't stand it any longer. He had to sodomize her! Pulling his tongue from her asshole, he positioned himself and suddenly surged his cock in her tender ass. With a cock up her asshole and another man ramming his prick down her throat, Peggy was getting two cocks at the same time.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK," Charlie cried out lewdly as he rammed and slashed into her tender, tight asshole. "YES, YESSSSSS, GIVE ME A GOOD ASS FUCK. FUCK IT, FUCK IT. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK!"
"AAAHHH, YES, YES," Roger exclaimed excitedly in heedless abandon, "FUCK, FUCK. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK!" Peggy's flared nostrils indicated she was thrilling to the pungent scent of Roger's crotch. His blood-engorged member had exploded. She was hungrily sucking every drop of juicy, thick sperm from his raging cock tip.
As the torrent of creamy cum shot down her throat, she gulped greedily, sucking every delicious drop out of him.
At the same time her tail was twisting, while Charlie shoved his prick up her tight, squirming, yet willing asshole. She pulled her mouth off Roger's cock and twisted her head back and forth in lewd sensual arousal. Charlie's throbbing. pulsing prick was bruising her asshole. But it didn't matter now.
Tears rolled from her cheeks as she thrilled to having two men. No longer did she feel degraded or ashamed or disgusted. She loved it! Peggy moaned throatily and cried out eagerly.
"SCREW ME, FUCK ME. I WANT IT!" Peggy gasped lewdly. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS. FUCK ME, FUCK ME. THAT'S WHAT I WANT. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Roger was still hard. He positioned his body so his cock was even with her pussy. Slowly he inserted his turgid stiffness to the pouting lips of her pussy. He shoved in with a lewd, deep cock stab.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH," Peggy cried out in wanton arousal as he slashed into her. She ground her hips and twisted frantically. Vividly Peggy recalled the hijackers who had fucked her the same way. One man sawing in her cunt, while another ravished her asshole. And she loved it!
"FUCK MY ASS!" Peggy begged. "SCREW MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. YES, YESSSSS, OHHHHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" The two swarthy-skinned young Libyan pilots developed a rhythmic tempo that added to their animalish frenzy. Each man could feel the other's prick as he plunged into Peggy's hot, willing holes. They were driving rhythmically into her asshole and her pussy, with only a thin sheath of flesh separating them.
"I'M ALMOST THERE," Roger exclaimed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YESSSSSS, GRAB IT WITH YOUR CUNT. MILK ME, MILK ME. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
His huge prick rode into her and she whimpered for still more. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Peggy begged lewdly, her body writhing almost out of control now. "I WANT IT. SCREW ME. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, YES, YES, SCREW ME, SCREW ME. OHHHHHHHHH, OOOHHHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK. SCREW ME, SCREW ME!"
It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of this kind of ravishment from her two Libyan lovers as they stabbed and sliced into her tender, trembling flesh.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH," she begged. "I WANT IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME." Passionately they both plunged their cocks into her with raging sexual arousal. Peggy was begging for it now as they finally exploded at the same time.
It got her so excited she came, too. Charlie gripped her cheeky buttocks, squeezing them as the agonizing desire to release all of his cum up her asshole seized him. He fucked like a madman.
At the same time Roger was plunging his prick in Peggy's cunt like a sex machine gone out of control. The rubbery grip of her rectum and the tight clasping grasp of her cunt had both men thrashing and fucking her with a fury they had not known before. Their savage strokes knew no bounds now.
"SCREW ME," Peggy blurted heavily, in a gasp of frenzied sensual arousal. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME. YES, YES. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK ME!" Both men rutted into her with such savage brutality, their own naked forms quaked and shivered with their sexual shock waves. However, the trio paid no attention to pain or discomfort now, for they were wound up in their raging desire to achieve the pinnacle of heated passion that would satisfy the raging beast of sensual need that forced them to perform such a lewd, obscene act of lovemaking with the beautiful, blonde stewardess.
As their bodies gyrated in animalish frenzy, their hot love juices began to escape in a wild surging of heated passion, the oozing droplets escaping in torrential gushes that burned and seared their sexual organs with a welcome reminder of the stark reality of the moment Once their juices had escaped, trickling in sloshing gobs from Peggy's asshole and cunt, they parted their naked bodies from her, as all three of them lay panting heavily on the bed, the realization of the scope of their fucking activities bringing them to a soaring sexual satisfaction.
However, they were not finished. For Peggy quickly made a suggestion. "Why don't you change places now?" she smiled. "My asshole is all nice and juicy so Roger, you can stick your prick up there now. And, Charlie, you can get down over my cunt and stick your hot cock inside me. I want you both ... again ... AND AGAIN! I can't seem to get enough from you. Please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
As both men looked at each other, their brows raised in eager anticipation of her suggestion. Why not? their eyes asked. She wants it ... so why not give it to her? Without waiting for another request, Charlie positioned himself at Peggy's sodden pussy entrance as he told her to place a hand over his prick and rub up and down on it for a few strokes. His male instrument had gone down only slightly in the aftermath of his explosion of semen just moments earlier in her tight, wiggling asshole. He knew that a few strokes from her slender fingers and his prick would be prepared to slice and slash into her intimate pussy recesses, to give her the fuck she seemed so desperately to want. Roger quickly came to her side and suggested, "Play with my prick for a few minutes, Peggy. I want it nice and hard to slice into your asshole. I want to thrust my man meat into you. I'll give you a fuck you won't forget. That ass of yours is gonna really get SCREWED!"
Peggy positioned herself on the bed so that she would have ready access to both men's cocks with her finger tips. Her right hand played over the bulging, tumid surface of Charlie's cock, while her left hand roved speedily up and down the throbbing, aroused length of Roger's prick.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," Peggy cried out in wanton arousal, "I LOVE FINGERING YOUR PRICKS. I WANT TO GET THEM SUPER HARD FOR A SUPER FUCK. AN ASS FUCK AND A PUSSY SCREW! THAT'S WHAT I WANT. OHHH, YES, YESSSSSS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. NOW! FUCK ME ,. . NOW!"
Peggy could no longer hold her emotions in check as she begged the men to ravage her again ... and again. She was lost in a sea of lewd sensuality, the fires of lust raging out of control. And she knew they could only be quenched by mammoth prick flesh that she had been stroking.
Frantically, Charlies scrambled to lance into her quivering pussy flesh as she spread her legs wider apart to accommodate his surging rod of pulsating manhood. At the same moment Roger positioned himself at her buttocks, spreading apart her ass cheeks with his hands, then ramming his prick into her squirming, receptive. cum-soaked asshole with monstrous savagery.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSS," Peggy cried out, her voice gurgling with an inhuman sound as she reveled in the sensual pleasure of the moment She cried out again and again, the sounds resembling some distant jungle call of unknown origin, an animal aroused in sexual heat, screeching for release. Peggy writhed and twisted in uncontrolled feverish abandon as her lusty passions overwhelmed her, taking control of her very being. She existed to fuck and that was her only thought. To fuck ... and BE fucked!"
"OOOHHH, I WANT YOUR ASS," Roger gasped as he lunged and slashed into her sloshing asshole, the squishing sound of his slicing prick meat giving audible evidence to the fact that her anal channel was filled with the cum of a previous fuck.
But it didn't matter to Roger, for he wanted to ravage her asshole to the ultimate, to lance his rapier-like prick into the deepest recesses of her asshole, to achieve the goal of a supreme release.
At her quivering pussy hole, Charlie went on relentlessly crashing into her, the sound of his cock stabbing and stabbing, again and again, mingling with the cries and moans of passionate pleasure that escaped from both Peggy and Roger.
Charlie added his own brand of verbal encouragement as his voice cried out in a trembling gasp, "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK. OOOHHH, FUCK ME, PEGGY, FUCK ME ... I CAN FEEL YOUR PRICK, ROGER' KEEP SLAMMING INTO HER ASSHOLE. YES, YESSSSS. WE CAN MAKE IT AGAIN. WE CAN MAKE IT TOGETHER. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK!"
The three-way scene of naked male and female flesh, grinding and thrashing in sensual abandon, was an incredible sight Peggy's long limbs kicked and raised off the bed as involuntary spasms shot through her nude body, spasms of sensual lewd depravity that knew no bounds.
"OOOHHH, YESSSS, YESSSSSS," Peggy cried out with an animalish mewl, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME. OOOHHH, ROGER, FUCK MY ASS. CHARLIE. FUCK MY PUSSY. I WANT IT. I WANT YOUR CUM. WE CAN MAKE IT TOGETHER. YES, YESSSSS. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, OHHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
"NOW!" Roger cried out, his gasp echoing through the room like an order from another planet, the sound of his voice inhuman and strangely exciting. "NOW! FUCK ... FUCK ... OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YES, YES. FUCK OFF ... FUCK OFF!"
"UUUGGGHHH! UUUGGGHHH!" Peggy gurgled from deep within her throat, the sounds mingling with the groans of pleasure of her Libyan lovers, whose hard-driving cocks were slashing into her asshole and into her pussy hole with a lascivious style of sexual torture that she welcomed and demanded.
"YES, YES," Peggy cried out, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
Obscenely they writhed and panted, their perspiration-soaked bodies slapping and churning as they began to chant in unison, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" The very words drove them to an even higher plateau of sexual arousal, heights they never dreamed possible before, and all the while they clung to the precipice of that volcanic explosion that would send them soaring into space, that detonation of sensual magnificence that awaited them in the spinning, whirling orbit of their fucking, rutting madness.
Just as they were about to finish their wild encounter, Dianne Dexter, who had been led into the hotel suite by a maid, opened the bedroom door and saw the terrifying sight in front of her.
"PEGGY!" she exclaimed. "What's happening? Have you lost your mind? How can you be doing this?" Peggy smiled back at her girl friend. "No, Dianne," she exclaimed, "I love it like this. Two men are better than one. I found that out They screwed me on the plane like this. And I loved it" Roger and Charlie paid no attention to Dianne. They continued their intense fucking as their sweaty bodies writhed in an orgy of orgasm. Dianne shut the door behind her. She hurried from the room and ran down the hallway crying. Apparently, the hijacking had been too much for Peggy. She had lost her mind. That could be the only explanation for the licentious display of obscenity that she had just seen on the bed, as the two Libyan pilots and the beautiful blonde stewardess carried on sexually together.
Now Dianne wasn't so certain she wanted to be a stewardess after all. As she took the elevator to the main floor, her mind was whirling and spinning with the troubling thoughts of the sight she had just witnessed. She hastily walked down the Boulevard St. Germaine. She was oblivious to the glitter of the theater lights and the glamour of the shops on this famous street Her mind was still focused on the sight of the two men having sex with Peggy. She wondered if she could ever erase it from her mind.
