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 Jen's Journey part 3 by Brightside.

   All comments welcome to: g_pi2004@yahoo.co.uk



   The captain left the cubicle with Jen's tongue still snaking up inside
of Inge's arsehole and with a start Jen realised that for a moment anyone
in the corridor could've seen her naked kneeling behind the stewardess. 
That brought her to her senses in a flash - it was one thing acting out her
fantasies in such an exciting way but what if her parents found out?  God,
she was going to be studying in Ireland away from them but relying on them
for money.  If they found out they'd haul her back to Singapore in an
instant.

   With a spurt of fear she stood up and started to gather her clothes
together.

   "What are you doing, honey?" purred Inge in her sexy accent.

   "I'm s-sorry" stammered Jen, suddenly nervous as if the day's events
hadn't happened to her.  She felt herself starting to blush at her
nakedness, feeling ashamed for some reason.  "I can't carry on with this."

   "But baby, we were having such a good time" Inge replied, gliding closer
and reaching around to grasp one of Jen's buttocks before pulling her
close. "Besides, the captain is expecting you and", she paused, lifting
Jen's chin with one perfectly manicured finger until they were gazing into
each other's eyes, "you really don't want to let us all down after you've
done so well."

   "We?" replied Jen, weakly.

   "Oh yes baby," said Inge with a smirk, "the flight-crew need some relief
during such a long haul - especially these guys - and us cabin crew can't
service them and the passengers.  So we take it in turns to find a
passenger to entertain them." She leaned closer, brushing their lips
together in a way that made Jen almost forget her position, and then
whispered in Jen's ear "And I had the pleasure to meet you.  Taste you. 
Feel you."

   "Besides," she continued, straightening up and stroking Jen's ear until
she was weak in the knees, "you're just the kind of slut to enjoy
yourself."

   Inge stepped back and twisted Jen's right nipple hard, causing her to
groan.  "It's not like you have a choice.  You're going in and servicing
the flight crew even if we have to drag you in there."

   Jen was shocked, "I'll scream and call for help!" she protested.  Inge
just laughed softly, "Ha!  Susschen.  We have the power to restrain you at
anytime as a suspected terrorist and you'll spend the next 3 months getting
raped by the prison guards, or the captain will just Taser you and when you
wake up you'd be able to park a truck in your ass." Jen looked stunned and
opened her mouth to protest further, but Inge placed a finger over her
lips. "Now hush my child, we don't want to do any of those things.  You
know you'll enjoy it as much as they will.  After all, who asked you to
suck the captain's spunk out of my arse?" Jen blushed and broke eye
contact, looking down.  "Hazel working First Class was going to do that
later, and she'll be mad at you for taking that away from her.  But you're
a good girl and if you play your part she'll forgive you.  Hey!" she
exclaimed, brightening into a smile that made Jen's heart melt, "who knows?
Maybe she'll suck his spunk out of your arse afterwards as a treat."

   Jen genuinely was speechless.

   "Right, let's get you ready," Inge said breathlessly - almost clapping
her hands in glee.  "The boys are very exact." Pulling Jen's clothes from
her grasp she threw them to one side and leant forward and sniffed.  "My,
you smell like someone made you come dozens of times then came in your
mouth," she said with a giggle.  She reached into her bag and handed Jen a
toothbrush and toothpaste while she filled the other sink with warm soapy
water.  She then proceeded to thoroughly wash Jen inside and out - and Jen
almost came again when Inge swirled three flannel clad fingers deep in her
arse to clean her out - all the time while Jen cleaned her teeth and
brushed her hair.

   After drying her off and admiring her curvaceously pale body she
extracted a carrier bag from her overnight one and shook out some lingerie
onto to the counter next to the sink.  "I love your silk stuff sweetheart,"
she said as she held the crotch of Jen's silk knickers to her nose and
sniffed, "in fact I may keep these.  But the boys like lace.  I didn't have
much time in between us meeting and departure so had to guess at a 34B."
She quickly snipped any plastic tags from the matching bra and panty set
with a pair of nail scissors and helped Jen into them.  "I thought pale
lemon would compliment your skin," she said, stepping back to admire Jen in
a tiny lace thong and underwired bra - pushing her breasts up into an
inviting, swelling cleavage.  The slightly smaller cup size helping to make
her cleavage all the more delicious.

   "And now the finishing touch!" she exclaimed, fastening an off-white
suspender belt around Jen's waist and then slowly, sensuously, running
white stockings up her legs while Jen leant back against the sink before
clipping the stockings to her belt.  Inge pulled Jen upright and turned her
round to face herself in the mirror.  She gasped when she saw her
reflection - she looked like a early movie star with her stockings and
suspenders, pale skin and thrusting bosom and dark hair falling in curls
across her face.

   She also looked exactly like a high class hooker, and as she knew she
was about to get fucked silly by men - and bastards at that if the captain
was anything to go by - she started to heat up a bit.  She liked being
used, but she liked using better.  Feeling her spirit return she whirled
round at Inge and pinned her back against the other sink, a fire in her
eyes.  "I'll do this for you, but you and I will be meeting later and it
there are any cuffs involved, they won't be on me." The look in Inge's eyes
was pure lust - "promise me," she whispered.

   "No," said Jen, enjoying the hurt in the other woman's eyes.  "Now," she
snapped, "I can't go to the cockpit in just this.  What else do you have
for me to wear, I can't wear jeans with these things." She waved her hand,
indicating her stockings.

   "No no," said Inge, suddenly reduced to a subservient role in front of
the dominant young woman in front of her, as she unfolded a spare
stewardess uniform and helped Jen into it.  Normally she hated short skirts
but she had to admit that not only did she look sexy as anything, she felt
it too.  The power of her attraction was almost like a drug, she could feel
Inge being overwhelmed and knew she could use that against anyone she
liked.

   She made a mental note to wear more skirts.  When she wanted to get
fucked stupid, anyway.

   "Take me to the cockpit," she demanded.  "And Hazel can suck my arse
empty while you're doing the same to my cunt." She pulled Inge close and
kissed her then slapped her hard across the face.  "That's for making me do
this," she said to the stewardess' shocked face and then backhanded her in
return, "and that's for making me wear this suspender belt.  Next time it
all matches or not at all, okay?" she growled.

   "Yes ma'am," said Inge quietly, holding her face and casting her eyes
down.

   "Let's go," said Jen.

   Inge pulled Jen into the other cubicle and turned to her.  "Okay, this
is tricky, I need you to unlock the door, then we have to get this panel in
place in about 3 seconds.  The queue has built up while we entertained
you," she said with a wink.

   "Why not let me stay in there while you put the panel back up?" quizzed
Jen.  "Ha ha," Inge replied, "and leave you all alone?  I think not. 
Besides, I can't lift this on my own."

   They steadied themselves, and then Jen unlocked the door from the inside
and they quickly lifted the panel into place.  No sooner was it there
before she heard someone big hurl themselves into the toilet and let rip
the loudest and most painful bowel movement she'd ever heard.  Inge giggled
as she screwed the four retaining screws into place.  "That would've been
fun to see," she laughed.  Jen found herself agreeing.  What had happened
to her today?

   Inge packed away everything and opened the door, pushing Jen out first.
She tried to ignore the stares of pure malice from the long queue in the
aisle.  Inge pushed her forward towards the front of the plane.  "Move it,"
she said, giving Jen a shove.  Something snapped in Jen for a second and
she stopped and knelt down next to the ugliest and fattest person she'd
seen in a long time.  "Excuse me sir," she said, placing a hand on his
clammy knee and looking him directly in the eye as he practically quivered
in lust.  "My colleague here," she nodded at Inge over her shoulder who
leaned forward inadvertently, "will provide you with as many blowjobs as
you can manage for the rest of the flight.  And if she complains or is not
satisfactory in any way then please come and see me."

   Satisfied at the stunned look on his face, she stood and moved on. 
"What was that?" Inge hissed.  Jen waited until they were passing the
galley and turned.  "You'll do whatever that man asks of you or you'll
never see me again."

   "What?!?!  You can't be serious?" Inge looked incredulous.  "Do it,"
instructed Jen.  Inge nodded, looking even paler.  This was great, thought
Jen, she was able to be used like the slut she was, and use other sluts
too!

   "Now.  Let's go to the cockpit," she said.  Inge led the way, climbing
the stairs past first class and knocking on the cockpit door.  It buzzed
and opened a fraction.

   "In you go," said Inge.  "You're not coming with?" Jen asked.  "Oh no,"
Inge said with a smile, "I'd like to be able to walk straight tomorrow" and
with that she pushed Jen into the cockpit and the door clicked shut behind
her.

   The cockpit was surprisingly large, with the navigator to her right and
a open space some 3 meters long with a trapdoor built into it before the
two pilots seats.  Jen stepped forward demurely and stepped onto the
trapdoor.

   "I..." she started to say, "Be quiet stewardess," the captain said
without turning round.  "Andy, make sure she doesn't distract us?"

   "Sure thing boss," the navigator said, turning towards Jen and waving a
large black plastic device with two prongs sticking out the front, grinning
at her evilly.  It looked like a taser to Jen.

   Jen shut up right away.

   "Take us to 35,000 feet," the captain said to the second pilot,
releasing control of the stick and unbuckling his belt and standing up.  He
walked toward Jen with his finger to his lips and murder in his eyes.  Jen
backed up until she felt the door against her back, a genuine thrill of
fear running through her.  The captain spoke again, his emotionless face
belying the jovial tone of his voice.

   "Andy, can you smell burning back there?"

   "Ugh," said Andy, "affirmative.  I can smell burning.  Smells like from
down below."

   "Okay, let's investigate," he said as he opened the large double jointed
trapdoor and descended.  "It's definitely from here." His voice grew
muffled as he moved further below.  "It's the voice recorder overheating.
Shutting down now."

   The captain climbed back into the cabin and shut the trapdoor.

   "Now no-one can hear us," he said, then turned to Jen.  "Remove that
uniform and come here now."

   Jen stripped to her lace underwear and stepped forward.  The captain
appraised her approach and then held her jaw in his hand, turning it this
way and that as he studied her.

   "A bit on the chubby side, but you'll do.  If you do what we say then
you'll avoid permanent damage, but cross us and you'll regret the day you
were born, okay?  Nod if you understand."

   Jen nodded, truly fearful of what she'd let herself in for.

   "Are we level yet?" the Captain asked.  "Level at 35,000 feet, autopilot
engaged," replied the co-pilot.

   "Good work Jerry, now let's get to work." He stepped back from Jen who
now realised she was in the middle of the three men.

   "Remove the knickers," said the co-pilot Jerry.  Jen turned towards him
with a start and hesitated.  A brutal slap across her face from her left,
the captain, staggered her.  "What did he say?" he growled.  Jen quickly
removed her panties and kicked them to one side.

   "Hot damn, she's shaved!" exclaimed the co-pilot, visibly salivating
without meeting her eyes.  In fact, realised Jen, none of these men saw her
as anything but a fucktoy.  She hated them for using her, yet realised she
was wetter then ever at the thought.

   "Bend over," instructed the captain.  Jen did so, bracing herself
against the navigator's chair expecting a huge cock in her at any moment.
Instead, she felt something smeared over the entrance to her cuntlips and
arsehole.

   "Now, sit on this." Jen turned and saw all three men were naked.  The
captain still had the biggest cock, but the co-pilot's was 8 inches and
thick as her wrist and Andy's was smaller but still about 7 inches.  Andy
was lying on the floor stroking his cock.  The captain gestured towards the
prone man and Jen stood and squatted over him, still noticing how no-one
would look her in the eyes.  The co-pilot pushed her down by her shoulders
until she felt Andy's cock tip pushing at her cunt and then with a thrust
and a grunt the first three inches pushed in.  With whatever lube they'd
applied she slid easily up and down his cock, loving the feeling yet also
feeling empty - after all she'd had two fists up her today.

   Someone lifted her chin and she stared at the humungous head of the
captain's cock as it hovered an inch from her face.  "Open wide," he said.
Jen had never actually had a man's cock in her mouth before and hesitated.
Bad move.  Another stinging blow and she tasted blood in her mouth but also
felt even more excited and opened her mouth in anticipation.  The huge
glans forced itself deeper into her mouth as she was made to open wider and
wider, eventually being stretched painfully as the length entered her
mouth. The taste was saltier than the pussy she was used to licking, yet
not unfamiliar - after all she sucked his load from Inge's arse and licked
his length clean afterwards.  The gigantic cock moved further and further
towards the back of throat and Jen instinctively started to move her head
backwards, conscious also of the co-pilot's cock pushing into her bowels
but too panicked by the one in her mouth to pay it much attention.

   The captain held her head rock solid and pushed further, hitting the
back of her throat with only 4 inches in.  Jen gagged subconsciously and
nearly threw up as the captain quickly pulled his cock back.  Jen managed
to swallow and felt a lot better but a lot fuller below as she realised
she'd been double stuffed with big hard pricks and had hardly noticed.

   "Jesus," the captain said in disgust.  "Do you not even know how to deep
throat?" Jen's eyes widened as she shook her head as much as she could with
three inches still in her mouth.  "Just tilt your head up, and breathe
through your nose while you swallow it down.  And if you fuck this up and
puke in my cockpit I'm going to send 50,000 volts through your clit.  If
you survive you'll never feel a thing again."

   With that he pushed forward again.  Jen was conscious that the other two
had stopped moving to watch as the huge end reached her throat, Jen
breathed deeply through her nose as it touched the back of her throat and
she swallowed immediately, sucking in a half inch, she breathed through her
nose and swallowed again and again as it moved further and further down her
throat.  Eventually she couldn't breathe at all and started to struggle for
breath before feeling the huge cock pull back just far enough for her to
suck in a huge breath through her nose.

   "That's the way baby, you're a born cocksucker." The captain pushed
again and Jen felt his trimmed pubes pushed up against her nose and she
realised she'd taken all ten inches in her throat!  The thought was so hot
she pushed back at the co-pilot who by now was pounding her arsehole
mercilessly as she twisted and turned on Andy's smaller dick.  The extra
pressure from the one in her arse and rubbing on the thin membrane between
the two was enough to set her on the way to a major cum.  Soon she had a
rhythm going between all three, feeling full like she'd never felt before,
sure she'd had something bigger in one hole or the other but not all three
at once, and not pounding her as expertly as they were - this clearly
wasn't the first time they'd triple fucked a bitch like her.

   As the first wave or orgasm hit her she felt the captain stiffen and
hold her face fully impaled on his length as he came what felt like buckets
of come directly down her throat.  The other two stopped and she thought
maybe they'd all come together and had been distracted by the scalding
spunk coating her throat.  Eventually, just as Jen was about to pass out he
pulled his cock free with a loud pop and Jen burped with a string of cum
flying out of her nose.  The captain laughed at her.  "Not bad whore. 
Ready for round two?"

   The co-pilot roughly pulled his cocked from her arse and pulled her off
Andy's rock hard erection, then lay down himself.  Jen went to squat over
him but he stopped her, "Only in your arse baby, turn around." Jen turned
and sat back on his prick, shoving it firmly up her shithole in one
movement, an act that nearly made her come again right away.  It felt so
BIG!

   "You like that huh?  Bitch?  You like my cock in your arse?" Jen grunted
and moaned in appreciation.  "Well you ain't had nothing yet." With that he
pulled her down and held her arms as she saw Andy and the captain approach
her from between the co-pilot's legs.  They each held a leg and pushed it
widely apart until the co-pilot could hold both ankles and wrists at the
same time.  Jen was strong, but powerless to resist whatever was coming
next.

   "We normally reserve this for two dollar whores in Bangkok, but you're
not even worth two dollars honey," said the captain as both hard pricks
moved towards her cunt at the same time.  Jen started to scream and the
captain slapped her twice then shoved her knickers in her mouth so that
only shrill squeals could be heard.

   "I guess that means you don't like the idea eh?  Tough shit." And with
that she felt her cunt stretching wider and much faster than Inge's fist.
She squealed again and hoped she wouldn't split, but the lube had done
something because she felt both huge ends squeezing into her with half the
pain she was expecting.  In fact, as they could only get about 6 inches in
before their hips got in the way, it started to feel good, and even more so
as the co-pilot slid in and out of her not-so-tight-anymore arse.  Oh god,
this was amazing, she had three cocks in her at once at the pain was only
making her hotter.  The three men thrust away, faster and faster and Jen
was reduced to moaning and rolling her eyes as orgasm after orgasm racked
her young body.

   Suddenly they stopped and Jen couldn't work out why and in a dazed state
though that maybe it was all over.  She was pulled to her feet and as Andy
laid down again she realised it wasn't.  She was again pushed forward and
forced down on his cock with her arse sticking out behind her.  Andy
started pumping away inside and it felt good - not as good as two cocks,
but good nonetheless.  She felt her arse cheeks being pulled apart and
looked back over her shoulder in wonder as both the captain and the
co-pilot moved closer.

   "Mmmnfpg," she mumbled, nodding and the captain pulled her knickers from
her mouth.  "Yes, fuck me up the arse with both of your cocks, do it now!"
she nearly screamed.  The co-pilot laid down behind and slid forward with
both legs either side of her before sliding his cock up her arse.  God that
felt good!

   The captain then stood behind her and tried to squeeze his gigantic cock
in alongside.  Combined they were wider than her fist at the widest point
and she thought she'd die but didn't care, she wanted it, she wanted to be
used like a pathetic slut and treated like a cum dump, it was all that
mattered.  With a monumental effort she stretched herself wider and with a
loud farting noise she opened up and welcomed both in nearly all the way in
one thrust.

   She passed out.

   She came to probably a minute or so later as all three cocks were in her
to the hilt.  She didn't think they could all fit with her internal organs
and the pain was intense.  As she gasped back to life she felt a stab of
pure pleasure as all three men thrust into her simultaneously.  The pain
remained but it became exquisite, it became something to cherish, to
remember, to feel as she, ooooooooooooooh goooooooood, she came once more -
her vision fading for a second as she thought she was passing out again but
she recovered and thrust back, loving every inch inside her, loving every
disgusting name they called her because she knew it was true.  It was what
she was.

   With a timing borne of years of practice all three came within a minute
and as their pricks popped out of her now gaping holes she lovingly licked
them all clean, taking each down her throat as she'd learnt to do.

   "Not bad," said the captain as he dressed and spoke into the intercom
for a second.  "Now get dressed and fuck off.  Remember, no-one will
believe you."

   Jen dressed and moved to the door as it opened and a new, dark-haired
but stunningly pretty, stewardess stood there.  "Hi, I'm Hazel," she said,
"Inge is busy in the galley.  Please come with me."

   Jen was still floating as they approached the galley on the ground
floor. She'd never been fucked so properly before.  As they entered, Hazel
pulled her to one side and opened a curtain ushering them in and closing it
behind her.  In the gloom she could she what looked like Inge sucking off
the huge fat guy from earlier.  Jen laughed loudly and Inge stopped to
turn, glaring at her as the small semi-flaccid cock slipped from her lips.

   "How many?" asked Jen.

   "Three so far," said Inge struggling to keep the disgust out of her
voice.  Jen could see the thick streams of semen on her chin.

   "Ok, that's enough," said Jen.  The man started to protest and Jen
pointed to a fire alarm in the ceiling.  "It's all on tape mister, now fuck
off before it goes to your wife.  We know who you are." The man went pale
and hurriedly pulled up his trousers and ran out flustered.  Inge stood up
and moved forward angrily.  Jen held up her hand to stop her.

   "On your knees bitch.  You too," she said to Hazel who looked stunned
then followed Inge's lead.  Jen straddled them and then made Hazel suck her
arse while she farted copious amounts of cum into her mouth and made Inge
suck the same from her cunt.  When she felt clean she took her normal
clothes from Inge's bag in the corner, abandoned the underwear and went
back to her seat without a word, ignoring both adoring looks from the two
stewardesses.

   As she buckled into her seat the old lady in the aisle section leaned
across.  "You'd been a while my dear, everything okay?"

   "Oh fine," said Jen, "Just saying goodbye to my past...."

   Continued in part 4....