Golden Throat, Magic Finger

Golden Throat, Magic Finger by Jerry Coles

"And the gear please". Murmured Captain Bailey as he gently nudged the GoldAir 747 a tad to the right. The localiser needle of the Bermuda 'Instrument Landing System' swung obediently back to where it should be - smack in the middle of the dial.

Obediently, I pulled on the wheel-shaped lever marked 'Landing Gear' and as it snicked from its 'neutral' detente, I lowered it to the 'down' position. A rumbling whine shuddered through the aircraft.

"Gear cycling Captain".

"Thank you".

Always polite was Captain Bailey. Even if he inevitably seemed reluctant to let me have what I considered my fair share of landings. Yet again on this trip he'd been hogging the landings to himself. Other line Captains were much more generous with their First Officers and would often play the co-pilot role while I starred as Skipper from the right-hand seat. And I needed the landings; I wanted to be a captain one day.

"Three greens Captain". I confirmed as I felt three under-floor thuds and saw the 'Gear Down and Locked' lights illuminate.

"Thank you. Full flap please".

"Full flap and pre-landing check-list complete".

The main wheels of the 747 thumped onto the Bermuda tarmac with a screaming chirp as the tyres spun from zero to a hundred and twenty miles an hour in a fraction of a second.

"Spoiler check please".

"Spoilers deploying". I replied. Although I couldn't see the wings from the flight deck, I could see the indications on the instrument panel and could feel and imagine the complex aluminium origami as the wings unfolded themselves to spoil the lift, increase the drag and, all in all, to make quite sure the 747 stayed firmly on the ground.

"And reverse thrust please".

I pulled the four throttles backwards through the gate and heard a muffled roar as the engines spooled up to full power. Only this time the engines were blasting tons of thrust in our direction of travel - slowing us down. Within moments, the 747 had decelerated to a walking pace.

"After landing check-list please". Said Captain Bailey curtly as he operated the tiller to steer the huge bulk of the aircraft towards the terminal building which shimmered in the blazing heat of a Bermuda afternoon.

Still, I thought to myself with a sigh of relief as I clambered down the air-stairs onto the searing tarmac, there are compensations to this air charter lark. Or 'bucket and spade' flying, as aircrews tend to call it. A night stop in Bermuda, then back to the UK tomorrow. This afternoon it's the Bermuda Hilton, a laze around the pool and a few beers in the bar tonight. And maybe, just maybe, I'll make a little headway with the gorgeous golden-haired Sarah.

Sarah was one of the eight stewardesses that we were carrying on the flight that day. She was an Ulster girl of about twenty-five years old with long golden-yellow curly locks, bright blue eyes, an undulating curvaceous body with voluptuous breasts and sensationally long shapely legs. Legs that she was obviously proud of as she always wore - just within the law if not the spirit of the airline dress regulations - the shortest skirts and the highest heels she could possibly get away with. And she was also such a happy bright and cheerful girl. Always laughing. Always smiling. I knew, just knew, that if I ever made any inroads with Sarah, I was going to fall hopelessly in love. And with the full folly of youth, I was actually looking forward to the prospect.

"'bout ya Jerry..." Called a lilting Ulster accent. "...come an' walk wi' us".

It was Sarah. She was walking towards the terminal building with Helen, another of the 'hosties'. Helen was about the same age as Sarah with short dark-hair and a slim boyish figure - not that you would ever mistake her for a boy - Helen was definitely all woman. She had small pert breasts, a slim sensuous body and a dazzling white smile; seeming to have more teeth than I'd ever had in my life. Hmm, I pondered to myself with a slight upwelling of sexual tension as I looked at the two of them smiling and chatting whilst they waited for me to catch them up. Although I couldn't fall in love with Helen; I could definitely spend some interesting evenings romping around her warm woman-scented bed.

"Hi Sarah. Hi Helen." I smiled, trying very hard not to seem too gushing. Nothing seems to put a woman off faster than a man being too keen. At least that's been my experience. Woman always appear to have the hottest knickers for the very men who ignore them completely. Trouble is, if you want to get anywhere with a woman, you simply can't ignore her completely. That way you'd never even make first base. And at that moment, a cunning seduction plan for Sarah flashed into my mind. A studious indifference was going to be my style. Not that I would ignore her completely. I'd just be cool. Make her wonder why I wasn't attracted to her. That'd get her knickers really hot.

"Fancy a drink tonight, Jerry?" Sarah asked me in light-hearted fashion as we strolled towards the terminal. Blimey, I thought to myself, that ruse worked quickly. At that point I hadn't even started being studiously indifferent.

"Yep. Love to." I replied before even thinking about it. Then I cursed inwardly at myself. Why did I have to say 'love to'. Why couldn't I just have said 'yes'. Far too keen. I'll put her off if I carry on like this. OK you clot, I told myself sternly, next time engage brain before engaging mouth. And remember - studious indifference is the order of the day.

"See you'se later in the Hilton bar then. Eight o'clock?" Smiled Sarah as she sashayed towards the waiting cabin crew mini-bus.

"'bye Jerry." Called Helen.

I watched them walk away and saw Sarah's hands move up to the back of her hair, pull out a few hair-pins and let her glorious golden curls cascade down the back of her fawn uniform bolero jacket. The tinkle of her laughter swam around me in the warm Bermuda air. The hem of her dark blue pencil skirt swayed enticingly six inches above her knees. Her stocking-clad thighs moved rhythmically as she walked. As I watched, I imagined her hidden upper thighs and hips wafting from side to side under the secrecy of her skirt. I felt a familiar feeling. A definite twitching in my groin. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Dammit. I was falling in love. Or something like that. I wanted her.

With an extreme effort, I turned on my heel and trudged back into the terminal for half an hour of form-filling in the operations office.

That evening in my room before going down to the bar, I was a complete nervous wreck. I couldn't seem to shower enough to stop me sweating. None of the clothes I had with me seemed to be right. Try as I might, I couldn't remember one funny story with which to break the ice with Sarah. But eventually, ten to eight came and there was nothing else for it but to get on with it and go down to the bar.

Trying to pick the best place for Sarah to see me at my best when she entered the bar, I sat as casually as I could on a bar stool and sipped fitfully at a lager. But half past eight came and went with no sign of her. At quarter to nine I was getting distinctly fed up and well into my third beer when the barman asked if my name was Jerry Coles.

"Yes. That's me."

"Phone call for you, sir."

It was Sarah.

"Sorry I'm late, Jerry..." Laughed Sarah in her happy musical voice. "...Bet you're a bit scundered hangin' around down there."

"No. No. That's OK..." I lied. "...Just having a beer."

"Why don't you come up and wait while I get ready. Bring a couple of Vodka Martinis with you. Room one-oh-one. See you in a minute."

Two vodka Martinis? I questioned to myself. That's odd, how does she know I like a vodka Martini now and again? She must have been watching me. Perhaps she's more interested than I know. Hope was surging in my breast as I knocked at Sarah's door while balancing the glasses in my other hand.

When Sarah opened the door, I nearly swooned flat onto the deep pile carpet. She was wearing nothing but a smile of welcome, a suspender belt, black stockings and high heeled shoes. I'm sure I looked as if I'd been pole-axed and my jaw was hanging somewhere around my knees. Her fully-rounded firm breasts with pink erect nipples jutted tantalisingly towards me. Framed in the blackness of her suspenders and stocking tops, her flat white belly and surprisingly dark-haired pubis beckoned their respective welcomes. She looked like every man's wildest sexual fantasy come true. I could think of nothing to say and stood looking like a complete clot with my mouth hanging wide open.

"Ah good. The drinks." She said quite casually, taking one of the glasses from my trembling hand and sipping at it demurely with the ghost of a smile twinkling on her lips and her eyes flashing seductively straight into mine. Then she appeared to make up her mind about something and with no further ado, walked right out into the corridor, raised her glass as if to make a toast and in full view of anybody who might happen to be walking by, twirled herself slowly around to give me a fabulous view of her ample charms. I gazed longingly and stupidly at her lovely milky-smooth breasts, the dark hair curling around her vagina and her beautifully rounded firm arse with gorgeous dimples at the sides of the cheeks.

"Like what you see?" She asked with a giggle in her voice and her eyes fixed calmly and confidently on mine.

My reply was rather strangled: 'Uuurgh' is the closest I can get to it.

Then I came a little to my senses. "H-H-Hadn't we better go in the room?" I stuttered in panic as I glanced up and down the corridor in abject fear that a group of residents or something would come innocently strolling along and happen across me alone in the corridor with a naked woman. In fact, thinking about it - and I gulped in alarm at the thought - Sarah was worse than naked. Much worse. A woman who parades around wearing nothing but stockings, suspenders and high heels is transmitting just one message. At full turbo power. And it's got nothing to do with Sunday school.

"You obviously don't know me very well, do you Jerry?..." She whispered provocatively. A sudden mischievous smile appeared on her face. "...Watch this."

Sarah then leaned back against the corridor wall and not caring one jot about being in a public place, slid slowly down the wall by bending at the knees until she was practically squatting on the carpet. Her full dark pink pussy lips opened as she spread her knees and her vagina gaped pinkly at me. Her clitoris was fully erect and sticking out like a little penis - she was obviously very aroused. Then she slowly slid the middle finger of her left hand deep into her pussy, wiggled it around with a dreamy look on her face and languidly withdrew it. As her finger came back into view I could see it was glistening with fanny spunk. She then put her wet finger-tip against her stiff clitoris and proceeded to move it around in little circles.

She was having a wank. Right there in the corridor. Masturbating right in front of me. In a public area. Anybody could have seen her. Bloody hell. She didn't give a shit. I could feel my cock growing ramrod hard and pushing against my trousers.

As she carried on wanking and becoming more and more excited, she started moaning quietly with excitement. For some stupid reason I became worried about her spilling her drink on the hotel's expensive carpet. So I took the glass from her hand. Immediately, she grabbed one of her gloriously firm tits with her now free hand and started massaging fiercely at the nipple which by now was sticking out like a dark pink thimble. With her eyes closed and her tongue licking at her lips in pleasure she slid fully onto the floor and shuffled down until she was lying flat on her back. Then spreading her legs wide apart and bringing her feet off the floor, she hooked the backs of her elbows behind her knees and slowly pulled her arms back until her kneecaps were pinned hard against the floor, the spikes of her high heels were pointing at the ceiling and her suspenders were pulled tight over her buttocks and straining tautly at her black stocking-tops Then keeping her legs locked right back and wide open in this way, she slid one hand down to her cunt and the other to one of her tits. She took her stiff pink clitty between the forefinger and thumb of one hand and began wanking it up and down just like it was a little cock. Her other hand was squeezing and massaging at one of her tits.

The slickly-executed manoeuvre of pulling her legs right back and wide open had given me a full uninterrupted view of her gaping naked cunt. I could see right into her minge, I could see how the luxuriant curly dark hair grew back from her pink-holed pussy and circled the dark-skinned ring of her arse-hole. I was both incredibly excited and scared stiff at the same time. I didn't want her to stop, but I was dead worried that somebody might be innocently strolling along or might step out of one of the twenty or thirty rooms that lined the corridor and catch me incongruously standing around with a drink in each hand and a big bulge in my trousers - not to mention Sarah lying flat on her back with her legs wide open and her huge hairy pussy on full public display. Hastily, I looked up and down the corridor. Luckily, nobody was about. Good, I thought to myself, I might as well enjoy this.

So I relaxed a little and watched eagerly as Sarah wanked, frigged and fingered at her cunt.

It was then I noticed that she had accidentally positioned herself so that her hairy wet slit was being brightly illuminated by one of the corridor down-lighters. She was lying there with her gaping hairy minge wide open with a spotlight shining right into it. With a shock of realisation, I suddenly caught on. Bearing in mind her incredibly lustful behaviour over the last few minutes, I realised that her being in that particular position under the down-lighter was no accident. She had purposely marked out that spot and had planned to lie on her back right there, so as to give me the very best view of her luscious wide-open pussy. Even if I was wrong, I thought to myself, I certainly wouldn't have put it past her, the filthy exhibitionist bitch.

As I carried on watching her dripping cunt and her finger tossing away at her clitty, she suddenly let out a loud squeal of ecstasy.

For a moment, I considered saying 'shhh - not so loud', but then thought better of it. She was climaxing, I couldn't interrupt her now. She was going to come right in front of me.

As I watched, I saw the mucus-smeared pink lining of her cunt go into spasm. Closed then open. Then it did it again. Her pussy was gaping wide open and then closing up tight again as she orgasmed. But what was quite amazing was the size of her fuck-hole when it throbbed fully open. It was enormous. Absolutely huge. It spasmed open into a huge gaping glistening cave. A wide open gaping cunt hole about two or three inches across. I've never seen anything like it, before or since. Every time her pussy throbbed wide open with a loud breathing noise as it sucked in air, the corridor down-lighter shone straight up the pink tunnel of her fanny and I could see right up to the neck of her womb. I could actually watch the love-juice- smeared pink dome of her cervix glisten and pulsate as it quivered up and down in orgasm. After about a second had passed with the whole of her pink juicy insides on full luscious view, her pussy would slurp shut again with a loud farting noise as the air was squeezed out. This opening, closing, sucking and farting went on for about half a minute until something else happened that really surprised me.

Something I'd never seen before in my life.

As I watched unbelieving and fascinated, white spunk started glooping out of her fanny with every orgasmic contraction. It welled up out of her pulsating hole, ran in slippery rivulets down the crack of her arse, over her hairy dark-pink ring piece and lay in a spreading glistening pool on the carpet under her buttocks. Then more spunk gushed out. Then more. Her wet hairy minge was spurting and gushing huge amounts of sticky milky-white spunk. Unbelievable. It was just like a bloke coming. Just like a man's cock spunking. Incredible.

Heaving a last shudder of orgasmic bliss, Sarah finished climaxing and started breathing very deeply, Then she unlocked her arms from behind her knees, lowered her feet to the floor and sucked lazily on her spunky fingers as she slowly recovered from her wank. Then smiling at me all the while, she worked her way back up the wall until she was fully upright again.

"Enjoy the view did you?" She asked casually with a coquettish smile, as if we'd just been sight-seeing or something. Well, it was true I suppose. I'd certainly just been on the sight-seeing trip of a lifetime.

My composure had recovered a little since the first shock of her nakedness and I at least managed a guttural "Err. Um. Yes." Obviously, I was getting better at this.

Then I realised we were still out in the corridor. Sarah was still displaying her tits, arse and fanny to anyone who happened to come along. The white pool of pussy spunk was still lying wet and accusing on the carpet. Milky love juice was running down the insides of her thighs and soaking into her stocking tops. I had to get her out of the corridor before anybody came along.

"Err. Hadn't we better go into your room?" I managed at last in a very wobbly voice.

"No. Let's stay here. I love doin' it where people might see me. Love it. Get your prick out and wank on me while I toss myself off again. Go on. Spunk on me. In my face. Please. I love it in public. Somebody might see us. Go on. Wank on me."

"No. We must go in the room. Come on." I insisted taking her arm, all the while looking furtively up and down the corridor in case somebody might come along.

With a sigh of disappointment Sarah slowly strolled into the room, obviously hanging about in the hope that some stranger might get a good ogle at her tits, arse and cunt.

With a feeling of relief, I closed the door behind me and walked into Sarah's room. Up to that point, I thought I'd never be surprised at anything again. Not after Sarah's filthy exhibition in the corridor. But I was. Totally. Completely dumbfounded. Thunderstruck. Stunned.

There lying completely relaxed and naked on her back on the bed, with one knee up and her hands folded casually behind her head, was Helen. Her pointed little brown-nippled tits were thrusting themselves playfully at the ceiling and the dark black hair of her fanny curled enticingly between her thighs. All on display for me to gawp at. This was becoming almost too much.

"Jesus Christ." Was all I could manage. My erection, which had become a little lazy while I tried to get Sarah back into her room suddenly stiffened up rock hard again.

"Ah good. The drinks." Murmured Helen with a dazzling smile. I suddenly realised that like an absolute clot I still had the two glasses clamped in my hot sweaty mitts.

Smiling sweetly at me, Sarah took the glasses, sauntered easily across the room with her arse swinging, as arses do when girls walk in high-heels, and handed one of the glasses to Helen. Then Sarah lay back on the bed next to Helen while they both sipped at their drinks.

"Should ha' brought yourself one." Sarah giggled at me.

As if it had been timed to perfection, the two girls both put their drinks onto bedside tables, lay back luxuriously, slowly wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing. And when I say kissing, I mean kissing. Full-tongue snogging. The works. I felt my cock stiffen even more until it was pushing up a tent in my trousers.

They continued hugging, kissing and fondling as if I wasn't there. I could see their two pairs of tits squeezing and flattening against each other as they rubbed and thrusted their hairy cunts together.

"Christ, Sarah..." Helen suddenly chided in a jokey little-girl voice. "You absolutely reek of spunk. Have you been outside again, you naughty girl?" "Have you been showing your tits and fanny to strange men again, you dirty little bitch? Been opening your cunt for everybody to have a look? Been letting them see right up your hairy wet pussy while you wank yourself silly?"

I'd obviously been right about the down-lighter.

Sarah laughed uproariously at this, but didn't answer the question. Instead she pointed at me and said: "Look what I've found. An' he's not that strange a man. A bit strange I suppose. It doesn't matter though..." She licked her lips and shuddered slightly as her gaze fastened on the bulge in my trousers. "...An' he's got a cock and a pair of full balls by the look of it. That's just what we need for our little party later."

"He's the one for tonight then?" Asked Helen with a giggle.

"He'll do. For tonight..." Smiled Sarah conspiratorially. "...Let's get on with it then. I can't wait. I'm as horny as hell after that wank in the corridor. I can't wait to get at your pussy. But let's get Jerry's cock out first. I fancy a suck on a big stiff dick before we get down to business.

I stood dumbfounded. I couldn't believe this. I would never have dreamed that Sarah was such a filthy uninhibited bitch. And as for Helen...

"Dirty slut." Replied Helen as they both climbed off the bed and came towards me. I'm afraid that I unaccountably started to back away from them in fear. Stupid. But in my own defence, I think I was still in shock. It made them laugh though.

The two girls, Helen naked and Sarah still in her stockings and high heels, closed in either side of me and grabbed my arms.

Then slowly, slowly, they started to undress me. Every time one of their hands came near to my iron-hard cock they never lost an opportunity to give it a quick feel. I was becoming seriously aroused and in great danger of spunking on the spot, even without any of the girls' erotic stimulation. Finally, I was standing there fully naked with a massive great stonker of an erection sticking out in front of me. Fluid was slowly dribbling from the eye of my prick and my balls were practically pulsating with sexual desire. Helen wrapped her hand around my rigid tool and started a very slow wank. Very slow and easy. I could feel an orgasm welling up in my groin. I was going to come. The spunk was rising up my shaft. The head of my prick felt as though it was on fire. A spasm started to twitch at the base of my cock as the first throb of orgasm shuddered through my body.

"Steady on Helen. He's going to shoot his load if you're not careful. Steady on. Can't waste good cock spunk like that..." Warned Sarah with a laugh as she gazed lustfully at my throbbing prick. "... Can't have that. We need it for later. We'll just have a quick suck each and leave him alone for a bit."

Helen smiled knowingly in reply, and gently wrapping her long red-nailed fingers around my balls, bent down and started to slide my swollen dripping knob in and out of her mouth. I tried my very best not to come as her lips slurped and sucked around the head of my prick and her tongue darted and pushed at the semen-dribbling eye. I was on the point. I couldn't stop. I was about to let the lot go. My body racked itself into the first spasm. And at that ultimate moment Helen expertly stopped sucking. A slight dribble of semen dripped from my prick, but I hadn't come properly. Helen bent down and licked the drips of spunk off the tip of my cock, then she beamed her dazzling smile at me through spunky lips.

"Your turn..." Grinned Helen at Sarah, luxuriantly lapping her tongue around her mouth. "...But take it easy. He's about to spurt."

"Don't worry." Sarah smiled back as she stooped down and wrapped her mouth around my pulsating rock-hard knob. Then she did the most amazing thing. Quite incredible. Yet another big surprise from Sarah. Something I've never had happen to me before. This was obviously to be an evening of surprises.

Honestly, I don't really know if my prick is average, or bigger than average. I've no real experience of other men's erect penises - thank God. I would guess my tool's a bit bigger than normal, but I don't really know. But what Sarah did next though I would have thought was impossible.

My shaft was about halfway into her mouth as she sucked and caressed it. Then suddenly, she started gulping and swallowing while moaning and grunting slightly. This went on for a few seconds. Then she seemed to straighten out her neck and with a big gulp and a blissful moan from deep in her belly, she swallowed the whole length of my prick right down her throat. It just slid straight in. All the way. Right in. Up to the hilt. I could feel her throat clasping and unclasping at my knob. Her nose was right up against my belly and her chin right up against my balls. Then she slowly withdrew my shuddering tool from her mouth and when it had seemed to have been sliding out for ages and had nearly emerged from her glistening lips, she snorted back a deep breath and rammed my cock back in again. As hard as she could. Right down her throat. Her head was pushing hard to get the full length all the way in. She was moaning and sighing deep down inside. I could feel her shuddering and shaking.

It was only then that I cottoned on to what was happening.

Helen was round behind the bent-over Sarah and wanking away at Sarah's cunt for all she was worth. Now that I realised what was going on I could see that Helen was using her whole fist up Sarah's pussy. Not only her fist, most of her fore-arm as well. I'd seen for myself just how enormous Sarah's fucking-hole was and Helen, with a lustful grin on her face, was taking full advantage of it. I could hear the slurping sucking farting noises from Sarah's cunt as Helen's hand and most of her forearm pumped in and out of the spunky pussy. To tell the truth, my knob and Helen's hand couldn't have been far off meeting in the middle.

Then Sarah started to come. She began to shake and to try to thrust my prick further down her throat.

As Helen felt Sarah's pussy start to convulse in orgasm, she quickly slid her arm and hand completely out. I could see that Helen's hand and the first three-quarters of her forearm were shining wet and dripping with pussy juice. Helen licked her tongue lavishly along her dripping arm and then rammed her mouth, wide open with her tongue sticking right out, onto Sarah's gaping hole. Then Helen pulled Sarah's bum cheeks wide apart with her hands, rammed her nose into Sarah's arse and emitting loud slurping noises, sucked as hard as she could to get the full load of cunt spunk straight in her mouth. I'd seen for myself how Sarah could spunk. Helen must have got a real mouthful. Or quite a few real mouthfuls.

Well, I know she did, because Helen then took her mouth away from Sarah's pussy, pulled Sarah back by the hips so that the length of my prick slid slowly out of her mouth, turned Sarah around, tilted her head back a little and slowly, sumptuously, dribbled a whole mouthful of cunt spunk into Sarah's mouth. Sarah was moaning with delight and licking hungrily at Helen's lips. Then both the girls locked together in a huge slurpy snog as they drank, sucked at and devoured every bit of fanny spunk.

Seemingly satiated for the moment, they fell back on the bed exhausted, both with their legs open and their pussies on display. Sarah's cunt was still wide open and dribbling white juice, Helen's was obviously begging for some attention. So, ever the good friend, Sarah slid her hand down to her own cunt, got a handful of pussy juice and, parting Helen's pussy lips with her finger, gave Helen a slow sensuous wank in cunt spunk.

As Helen quickly came to orgasm, Sarah suddenly poked two fingers right up Helen's arse hole and proceeded to slide them slowly in and out as Helen moaned with pleasure. Then, removing her fingers from Helen's arse, Sarah pulled Helen's pussy wide apart with her forefinger and middle finger and nodded at me to come over for a look up Helen's hole. I was still standing like an idiot with my huge erection sticking out in front of me and it took me a moment to realise what Sarah meant.

But I soon got the idea and crawled onto the bed and held my face about a foot from Helen's gaping cunt while Sarah pulled it wide open, Then, very slowly, Sarah slid each of her fingers one after the other into Helen's dripping pussy. After Sarah had closely inspected her fingers and was quite satisfied that they were all completely smothered in milky pussy juice, she knelt astride Helen with her own minge thrust right in Helen's face. Then she brought both of her spunky hands down and parted Helen's bum cheeks so that all of Helen's pussy and arse-hole were in full open view. I could see how Helen's protruding pussy lips pouted wetly and seductively around the pink hole of her cunt. I could see how the hair sprouting smoothly and blackly from her crutch grew back to her arse-hole and spiralled around the dark-skinned ring of her anus - as if to focus attention on it. As I gazed at this horny vision, I found myself gulping in anticipation of what was going to happen next. I soon found out.

"Need lots of slippery cunt juice for this. You'll see why." Said Sarah with a grin as she lovingly massaged pussy lubricant from her fingers into Helen's arse orifice.

As I knelt there gawping, I realised that I'd been far too surprised to even think about spunking. But my cock was still rock hard and I wanted to come. Badly. I really needed to. My balls were beginning to ache with the tension. Slowly, I slipped my hand towards my prick to have a wank.

"Leave that alone." said Sarah tersely. "You'll get your chance, don't worry. All in good time. We need that for later. But while you're waiting, take a look at this."

From either side of Helen's bum cheeks, Sarah then slid a slippery cunt juice covered forefinger of each hand into Helen's arse. She pushed her fingers in up to the second knuckle joint. All the time, Helen was wriggling and moaning with pleasure as she slurped, sucked and slobbered at Sarah's dripping pussy. Sarah then pulled the two fingers she had up Helen's arse slowly apart and as the hole widened she slipped two more fingers in. Eventually, she had three fingers from each hand pulling Helen's arse-hole wide open. I could see right up it. It was a huge gaping hole, pink and juicy just like the inside of a cunt. It looked luscious. Sarah then moved around slightly, bunched up the four fingers of her right hand and slid them slowly up Helen's arse. Right up to the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable. Incredible. Helen was writhing and gasping in ecstasy as Sarah pumped her fingers in and out of her gaping arse-hole.

"Like the look of that do you?" Sarah asked me with a mischievous grin.

I could only nod in astonishment.

"Loves it up the arse does Helen. She uses her arse like other women use their cunts. As you can see, having had so many pricks, fingers and dildos up it has stretched it to be bigger than most womens' pussies. You'll get a chance to shag her up the arse later, so don't worry. She's absolutely gaggin' for it."

I nodded dumbly as Helen reached full orgasm with a slobbery muffled squeal as Sarah thrust four bunched fingers right up Helen's arse and simultaneously rammed her drooling cunt hard into Helen's face. After a little while when Helen had quietened down, Sarah slipped her fingers from the huge hole of Helen's arse, turned around and both women started licking hungrily at the slippery shiny fingers that Sarah had been thrusting up Helen's sphincter. From my kneeling position, I could see that Helen's arse-hole was still wide open and that white spunk was dribbling out of her cunt into the gaping maw of her favourite fucking orifice. It looked absolutely filthy and depraved. Which it was.

"OK. Let's get on with the main business of the evening..." Sarah said suddenly. "...Come on Helen. I'm really horny now. Let's do it. Our favourite. Come on. You can have a stiff prick up your arse later."

"You horny filthy bitch. Can't get enough pussy, tits, cock and arse can you? all right. Let's do it. I'm just about ready for one of our 'specials'." Helen replied with a giggle.

I was totally nonplussed by this time. What could they mean? One of our specials? What other lewd perversion could they be contemplating?

I soon found out.

"OK Jerry..." Sarah said with a smile and her bright blue eyes flashing with perverted desire. "...All you've got to do is sit on that chair by the bed and watch us. And then do as you're told. You mustn't touch your cock or have a wank. But don't worry. You'll get your chance to shoot your load later. I think you're goin' to enjoy watching this."

Completely bemused, I climbed off the bed and sat in the chair as bidden. I leaned over, surreptitiously picked up the remains of Sarah's vodka Martini from the bedside table and slugged it straight down. I needed a quick fix of alcohol and I didn't care anymore. Sarah didn't seem to notice that I'd snaffled her drink. She had her mind on other more depraved matters. Thirstily, I eyed Helen's half-full glass which stood on the other bed-side table and suddenly noticed that my cock was still as stiff as an iron rod. It was sticking out from my lap like a flag-pole. I was as horny as hell.

But I simply couldn't imagine what these two filthy women were going to do now. What more was there? I thought I'd seen everything. How wrong I was. These girls were seriously depraved sex maniacs. I could do no more than settle back in my seat and enjoy the show.

Sarah and Helen lay back on the bed, wrapped their arms around each other and started snogging. As they did this, their hands were wandering gently over each other's bodies, exploring, fondling stroking, fingering and teasing. This went on for about five minutes as they slowly worked themselves into a state of dreamy arousal.

I watched fascinated as they both opened their legs wide and started gently wanking at each other's clitties whilst they both pumped their hips slowly up and down in time to the wanking. As they gently frigged at each other's pussies, the girls' relaxed and rhythmic hip movements were accompanied by soft sighs of sexual pleasure; each hip push causing a wanking finger to slip in and out of a juicy hole and back to an erect wet clitty again. But this mutual wanking session was the prelude to the next stage of an evening of depravity.

And suddenly, as if on an agreed cue, the horny pair both stopped tossing each other off and sat up. Then they both climbed onto their knees and knelt on the bed facing each other about a foot apart and shuffled around for a bit as if to get in exactly the right position. This was obviously a ritual that they had been through before. Staying in this kneeling position, Sarah and Helen snogged each other full on the lips, fondled gently at each other's tits and fingered each other's pussies. I could see they were in no hurry. They were both deliciously anticipating something. What that something was, I couldn't imagine.

Helen then leaned over the side of the bed and groped around on the floor with her hand.

"Here it is." She grinned up at Sarah who still had her hand on Helen's cunt while her other hand massaged gently at her own tits for the few moments Helen wasn't available to do it for her.

With a beaming smile, Helen lifted into view a pint beer glass; one of the straight-sided types. I was dumbfounded; what was going to happen now?

Then Helen turned her free hand palm upwards, clenched her fist except for the forefinger and middle finger and ritualistically placed the pads of these fingers onto Sarah's mouth. Then she slid the two fingers slowly down Sarah's chin, neck, between her tits and stomach until they arrived at her pussy. Then placing the two fingers between Sarah's thighs and onto the dark pink lips of her cunt, Helen slowly parted her fingers and opened Sarah's hairy minge. Then, keeping her fingers in position, Helen slid back on the bed, got down on her knees and elbows and put her face between Sarah's thighs, resting one cheek on a thigh and putting her nose right against Sarah's hairy pubis. This manoeuvre pushed Helen's buttocks up in the air and I got a magnificent view of her wet hairy cunt and still-gaping arse-hole. Then with her free hand, Helen slid the beer glass right under Sarah's cunt - and started murmuring as she kissed, slurped and licked at Sarah's thigh and stomach:

"Go on. Do it. Go on. Piss for me. Go on."

I watched in total astonishment as Sarah's eyes closed in concentration and the first drops of her warm golden piss began to tinkle hesitantly into the beer glass. Helen was making moaning noises of encouragement and pleasure and by now had slipped two fingers up Sarah's pussy. The piss was trickling slowly over Helen's hand and into the glass.

"Move your hand." Said Sarah suddenly. "Here it comes."

Helen slipped her fingers out of Sarah's cunt and licking at her dripping digits, thrust them into her own mouth. A noisy torrent of piss suddenly gushed from Sarah's pussy, foaming and swirling around the glass. As the torrent died away, Helen put her hand back on Sarah's dribbling cunt and started rubbing piss all over Sarah's hairy pubis and arse-hole.

"I'll give your cunt one hell of a suck in a minute..." Groaned Helen in a huskily lascivious voice as she licked drips of Sarah's piss off her hand. "...But first it's my turn."

With a smile of pleasure, Sarah took the half-full glass of piss from Helen, put it to her lips and took a long lingering mouthful.

"It'll taste even better in a minute." Sarah grinned at Helen, licking at her lips with piss running down her chin and what seemed a very mysterious glance at me. I just sat there as innocently as I could, trying my best to look as though watching a beautiful blonde pissing in a beer glass was just one of those normal everyday, run of the mill things.

The pungent but extremely arousing smell of Sarah's piss was beginning to waft around the room. The sharp scent of her urine suddenly seemed to be having a strange effect on me. I could feel myself floating. I was becoming focused on sex and nothing else. By now my erection was the hardest I'd ever known. Stiff as an iron rod. Stiffer. Nothing else existed in my mind but tits, fannies and spunk. I was falling into a deep sexual coma. My mind was completely tunnelled. On a single track. Spunking up Sarah's cunt was all that mattered to me. The consequences and location of the act were completely immaterial. If Sarah had ran out into the street at that moment, I would have chased stark naked after her, forced her onto all fours in the middle of the road and rammed my cock up her from behind with the traffic honking around us. Nothing else existed in my mind but sliding my prick up Sarah's fanny.

Dreamily, I gazed enthralled at the two incredibly horny women who had returned to their previous kneeling position, facing each other on the bed. Slowly, Sarah slipped the beer glass between Helen's thighs so that Helen's cunt was right over the mouth of the glass. Then with her free hand caressing and squeezing at Helen's stomach and her mouth sucking at one of Helen's nipples, she murmured words of encouragement:

"Come on. Let it go. Come on. Piss for Sarah. Come on."

"I saw Helen's stomach expand and contract as she tried her hardest to squeeze the piss out. And slowly but surely, dribbles of urine started plopping into the foam that was sitting on top of Sarah's golden piss.

"That's it. Come on. Let it go for Sarah."

As Helen strained to piss, a series of huge farts erupted, ripped and rumbled from her arse. It seemed to go on for hours. That's what comes from using your arse as a cunt, I remember supposing vaguely to myself in the midst of my sexual trance. But this farting only served to encourage Sarah more as she began to breathe more deeply and become visibly excited.

"That's it. Come on. Keep going." Whispered Sarah in ecstatic anticipation.

"Aaah." Helen moaned in bliss as more huge squelchy farts erupted from her arse. A sudden gush of piss streamed from her pussy and splashed and foamed in the glass. As soon as Helen started to piss, Sarah's hand became a blur as she frigged excitedly at Helen's clitoris.

"That's it. That's it." Sarah kept whimpering with her forefinger darting in and out of Helen's urine stream as she wanked faster and faster at Helen's clitty.

With a squeal of delight and yet another massive fart rumbling from her arse, Helen orgasmed. Quickly, Sarah placed the palm of her hand right under Helen's streaming pussy and with mounting excitement, rubbed fresh piss all around Helen's hairy arse-hole and cunt. Then taking her dripping hand away from Helen's still dribbling pussy, Sarah proceeded to massage piss into both of Helen's tits. With a moan of delight, Sarah took each of Helen's piss-dripping nipples into her mouth in turn and sucked and licked and sucked until she was sure Helen had finished climaxing.

The two girls then fell forward into each other's arms and luxuriously cuddled and kissed for a few minutes. As they recovered, Sarah took the now nearly full glass from between Helen's thighs and inspected it carefully. Then she sniffed it and took a long slow drink of the golden foamy piss.

"Nearly ready. Just the one more ingredient..." She murmured quietly, kissing Helen full on the lips. "...Now Jerry has to do his stuff."

Both women turned and looked at me. They were smiling in a strange fashion as they motioned me to join them on the bed.

I was still in my dreamy reverie. My mind couldn't - wouldn't - work on any other plane but the overpowering instinct to fuck the hell out of Sarah. To slide my throbbing prick up her warm hairy pussy. Then the heady hypnotic scent of Sarah's piss wafting around the room was joined by the lusciously musky fragrance of Helen's urine. This addled my brain even further and I could feel myself slipping further downward into the dark tunnel of my deep sexual trance. I was completely mesmerised. Completely in thrall to the sexual power of these two women. I was their slave. I would do whatever they demanded of me. It was completely beyond my power to do anything else.

Gradually, slowly, I became aware of a low, pulsating pain throbbing in my prick and squeezing fitfully around my groin. To tell the truth, it was difficult to tell if this feeling of incredible fullness and pressure in the pit of my stomach and around my balls really was painful. This was the deep dark deliciously exquisite agony which flits around unpredictably in the strange twilight world of our prehistoric subconscious. In that weird inscrutable place where the shadowy twins of soaring pleasure and searing agony aimlessly drift, wander and twine around each other in a fickle dance of endless torment.

Dimly, I realised that Sarah and Helen were smiling at me and motioning me to join them on the bed.

"Come on Jerry..." Said Sarah with a grin as she pulled Helen's pussy lips apart with her fingers to show me an erect clitoris and a pink piss- dribbling hole. "...You want to spunk don't you? Come on then. Now's your chance."

Yes, I did want to spunk. Most definitely. My prick was still ramrod hard. Agonisingly so. The semen pulsing out of its eye had run down the shaft and was shiny on my balls. Slowly, I staggered out of my chair and walked in crouching fashion towards the bed. I simply could not stand upright; the pain of sexual tension in my groin and testicles had become completely agonising.

"You'll have to do better than that..." Sarah laughed. "...You look like an old man. Come on. Buck up. You've got some serious spunking to do."

Grimacing in pain I managed to lie flat on my back on the bed next to the two kneeling girls. I really didn't seem to care what happened to me. All that I cared about was getting rid of my spunk. Emptying my balls. I could see and smell Sarah's hairy dripping cunt just to the side of my head and I felt my knob harden a little more - it didn't seem possible but it did. Involuntarily, I let out a small groan of discomfort.

"Don't worry, you poor old thing..." Laughed Sarah, noticing my predicament as she idly fingered at Helen's cunt. "...It'll be gone in a minute. Not long now."

It was quite clear from the way the girls were watching me that they had done this before. They knew exactly how to play me. This knowledge didn't help me much though. I was completely in their hands. Quite unable to help myself.

Slowly and deliberately, Sarah bent down towards me and wrapped her mouth around my knob. Then with a series of huge gulps, she once again swallowed the whole length of my prick right down her golden throat. My prick tensed and I could feel my erection move right round my crutch and harden up to my arse. Then I felt a movement beside me and realised that Helen was crawling across the bed to come and join in the fun. But the pain in the pit of my stomach was excruciating - so it didn't seem much like fun to me at that moment.

Kneeling beside my head, Helen faced towards Sarah - who was grunting quietly as she opened and closed her throat on my cock - lifted one leg over my head and shoved her pissy pussy straight into my face. The overpoweringly musky aroma of her piss, the slippery mucus of her love juices and the clinging wetness of her pubic hair filled my whole being. Helen then reached her hands backwards round either side of her buttocks and firmly pulled her bum cheeks apart. This action opened her cunt-hole wide so that I could do nothing else but snog at her pussy lips and gasp for breath with my tongue licking up her hole.

This girl knew exactly what she was doing and how to do it.

As I tied to breathe with my face smothered by the slobbery wetness of Helen's fanny, she slowly pushed her arse right down into my face, her weight effectively pinning my head to the bed. And before I could do anything about it, my nose slipped straight into her still-gaping arse-hole. Now I really couldn't breathe at all and I started to panic. Both Helen and Sarah seemed to take my struggling for breath to be a sign of enjoyment and consequently Sarah gulped harder at my cock while Helen wiggled her hairy wet cunt and arse-hole even more.

Just when I thought I was going to expire from suffocation, Helen let go a long slow squelchy fart - straight into my nose. I had no choice but to suck greedily at the gas hissing out of her arse. To my surprise, the aroma of her fart was pure nectar - it was like the bouquet of an expensive wine. Tickling at my nose was the clean sharp fresh tang of a fine wine. I couldn't believe it. Helen's arse then closed on my nose and I could feel her sphincter slightly pushing in and out as she summoned up another fart. As she let it go, her arse-hole rippled on either side of my nose as the gas escaped across my face and my cheeks vibrated in a gentle trumpet-like noise. Once again, I breathed hungrily at Helen's fragrant fart as if my life depended on it - which, at the time, it did.

By now my head was practically floating away as I slipped deeper into a sexual coma and I vaguely heard Sarah say something. At Sarah's words, Helen lifted her buttocks from my face and Sarah slid the full length of my cock from her mouth. At last I could breath and as I gulped hungrily at the fresh air, I realised that the girls were laughing. I heard Sarah say:

"Don' worry. We wouldn't really suffocate you. It would be a waste of good cock-spunk anyway."

I was still trying to get my breath back when Sarah suddenly sat astride my loins facing me and I felt the full length of my prick slide deep into her squelchy dripping cunt. I nearly spunked on the spot, but I realised that Sarah was somehow keeping her fanny-tube wide open and the only thing I could feel was the lips of her pussy gripping me at the hilt of my cock. Vainly, I tried to pushing my hips up and down so that I could come, but the walls of Sarah's vagina were being held too far away for the head of my prick to rub against them. This girl really had control of her fanny. She was holding the muscles of her love tube wide open. Try as I might, I couldn't get any part of my cock to touch the sides of her cunt-hole.

"Not yet you don't..." Murmured an amused Sarah as she twisted gently at her own nipples. "...Any minute now though."

While Sarah held herself in this extremely frustrating position, Helen had swung round so that her back was to Sarah and once again Helen bestraddled my face. Then she shoved her cunt right into my mouth and I heard her say:

"Do you want to spunk?"

Under the circumstances, I couldn't speak so I nodded my head as best I could.

"Drink this first then." Replied Helen with more than a hint of mischief in her voice.

And as she said the words, warm piss started dribbling out of her pussy. It ran straight into my mouth and I had no choice but to drink it down. It was warm, musky and had a sharp tang which flooded up my nose so that I nearly started coughing.

Then she really let it go. A gusher of hot piss squirted and flooded into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to drink it as fast as I could, but I was literally being drowned. As I started to struggle underneath Helen's crutch, she suddenly relented and let me go. As she raised her cunt off my face, her piss was still running out all over my mouth and face, and soaking into my hair. I was drenched. My cock and balls were in sheer aching agony by this time and I could feel that I was going to spunk my load at any moment, irrespective of whether Sarah closed her pussy on my cock or not.

"He's ready Helen..." Sarah whispered urgently. "Go on. He's all yours."

At this, Sarah closed her pussy onto my aching knob and she lifted herself up. I felt the whole length of my cock slide slowly out the slippery tunnel of her dripping cunt-hole. My ramrod stiff throbbing prick was now dripping and glistening with Sarah's milky love juice and her warm wet piss. My knob was purple with the engorged blood from this prolonged and painful erection.

The base of my prick started to twitch, my stomach contracted and the spunk began to rise up my shaft. Still facing towards me, Helen suddenly slid down my body, pulled her buttocks apart, stuck her anus onto the eye of my prick and sat hard down onto my thighs. The complete length of my tool slid easily, smoothly and absolutely divinely straight up her arse. It felt wonderful. I gasped with pleasure and relief as I felt Helen's rectum gripping and un-gripping at the full length of my prick.

With loud sighs of delight, Helen then started riding up and down so that my cock slid in and out of her arse. I raised my head to watch and I could see Sarah on her knees and elbows, wanking wildly at her own cunt and watching avidly with her face only inches from Helen's wide open pulsating pussy.

The ring of muscle around Helen's dark-skinned anus was stretching wide as the head of my prick peeked from her arse every time she lifted her body up. Then her ring-piece gripped tight around my shaft as she pushed down hard and swallowed the whole length of my prick right up her rectum. Just above her arse, her pussy was wide open and spurting cunt spunk every time my cock slid up her arse-hole and squeezed her love tube shut.

It only took about three of these up and down strokes from Helen for my libido to completely let go and I heard myself crying and whimpering with release as my cock began pumping, pumping, pumping. It seemed as though it would never stop. So much spunk was being ejaculated and squirted from my knob that I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure. Helen was squealing with delight as she kept stroking her anus up and down the full length of my tool. My cock twitched and throbbed. Twitched and throbbed. Helen's arse was farting around the sides of my prick as she orgasmed.

Then Sarah climbed on top of me facing Helen. Sarah raised her arse and cunt above my head and shoved her juicy wet pussy right in my face. Then bending forward and sticking the point of her chin in the angle between the base of my cock and my stomach, she started licking and slurping at Helen's wide open cunt. Every time that Helen raised herself up and the head of my prick was exposed, I could feel Sarah's tongue running up the whole length of my tool, across Helen's wide-open arse-hole and then back to her dripping pussy again.

Suddenly, my already soaking face and mouth was completely smothered as Sarah spunked right in my mouth.

It was incredible. White pussy spunk glooped out of her throbbing cunt-hole straight into my mouth and ran in milky rivulets down my face and onto the bed. The smell and taste of the piss and the spunk all combined together and drove me into a complete sexual frenzy and, just when I thought I'd finished, I started spunking again. Only this time it really began to hurt. Deep down in my belly I could feel my whole insides squirming in agony as the spunk kept pumping. I'd never orgasmed like this before. It just kept coming. The more Sarah's juicy fuck-hole spunked in my mouth, the more I squirted it out. Somewhere in the distance I could hear my own blubbering screams of agonised pleasure. With one last spasm, my prick reached deep down into its reserves and gave its final spurt.

I knew that was it. I had no more to give. I was completely spunked out.

Slowly, slowly, my sexually crazed mind and body began the long return journey to the real world and sanity. My breath was coming in short gurgling gasps as I tried to get some air from the edges of Sarah's pussy lips. But if I thought I'd finished spunking, I'd reckoned without Sarah.

One of her hands reached round to her pussy and for a heaven-sent moment I could get a breath as she lifted her dribbling pussy from my face. Gasping in the beautiful fresh air, I watched as Sarah's middle finger slid into her cunt and re-emerged again covered in a slime of pussy juice.

Then her cunt rammed back into my face and I started slobbering for breath again. I felt her chin pushing into my stomach as she wrapped her arms around my hips, grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pulled my arse apart. Then the long slim middle finger that she'd lubricated up her fanny searched out my anus. I felt the finger push and then slide easily into my arse-hole.

In and in.

In and in.

I tried to squirm, but Helen, as if by prior agreement, held me down by pushing my prick right up her rectum and keeping her buttocks firmly pressed down on my loins. For her part, Sarah kept her squishy cunt rammed firmly in my face and controlled my incipient struggles by the simple method of suffocating me if I got too lively. Her huge pussy squelched over my mouth and nose and I gasped for breath,

I felt Sarah's finger searching deep in my arse and suddenly felt her fingertip twitch and crook itself as she seemed to find what she was looking for. At that instant, as Sarah's finger tickled gently at something right up inside my rectum, my cock suddenly sprang back to full hardness again. Immediately, without any warning, a fresh spurt of spunk shot agonisingly out of my prick. Then she crooked her fingertip again. And another spurt of spunk shot out. She kept on and on. Every time Sarah twitched her finger, I spunked some more. By now, I was screaming and squirming in absolute agony.

And just when I thought it must stop and there couldn't be any more spunk in my belly, her finger would twitch again and another agonising spurt of scalding spunk would burn its way through the length of my shaft and burst red-hot out of my knob-eye straight into Helen's rectum.

Helen was humping up and down and her arse was farting squelchily all round my prick as I yelled and struggled. Fought and squirmed. Sarah's cunt was drooling in my face. I was crying like a baby. I was slobbering against Sarah's pissy cunt lips and swallowing her glooping fanny juice as quickly as I could to stop myself drowning. Sarah's finger twitched again and my knob convulsed in a searingly painful spasm as it tried to spunk. My scream of agony burbled faintly and wetly in the squelchy pink tunnel of Sarah's pussy.

But there was no spunk left.

Again, Sarah tickled at my insides with her finger. Again, I squealed like a stuck pig as my prick convulsed in a dry spasm. But this time I somehow found the strength to pull my head away from under Sarah's crutch and lay there gasping and wheezing with Sarah's piss and pussy milk running down my face as I tried to get my breath back.

"I think he's had enough." Said Helen with a smile. The understatement of the century.

Helen then raised herself up and my poor old prick with its knob-end an ill-looking dark purple under a glistening sheen of dripping white spunk, slid out of Helen's juicy wide-open arse with a loud wet plop and flopped useless and flaccid onto my belly.

Sarah and Helen both climbed off me and knelt open-legged on the bed regarding my racked, breathless, soaking and firmly prostrate body with some amusement.

Both of the girls were dripping spunk from their pussies. A runny white mixture of pussy juice and piss was running down the insides of their thighs. Sarah's black stockings were absolutely soaked in glistening cunt spunk and urine right down to the knees. The hair on both of the girls fannies was dripping curling and shining with pussy fluids. Gentle farts were still rumbling from Helen's arse.

"I think he'd better go and sit back on his chair. Don't you?" Sarah murmured in mock sympathy.

"Off you go then." Commanded Helen in a tone suited to a kindergarten teacher addressing a five year old.

But I didn't care. With a feeling of blessed relief, I gladly concluded that these two horny bitches were at last finished with me. Breathing stertorously, I dragged myself off the bed and collapsed gasping in the chair with my arms hanging limply down. My legs were splayed apart and my cock and scrotum sagged in meek submission between my legs.

I was done for. Finished. Kaput.

Slowly, time slipped by and a glimmer of consciousness returned to my addled brain and I looked towards Helen and Sarah who were still on the bed. What I saw, even in my wiped-out state, still completely stunned me.

I gasped in surprise as I saw Sarah lying flat on her back with her legs wide open and one hand frigging at her pussy and the other twisting and pinching at an erect nipple. Squatting astride Sarah with her body upright and facing towards Sarah's minge, was Helen. She had her hands wrapped around her own buttocks and was pulling her arse apart. Her gaping anus was poised about three inches above Sarah's wide-open mouth. I could hear Helen grunting, and could see her stomach rippling and heaving as she strained. It looked just as though she was trying to have a shit.

Which she was. But not in the way I thought.

With a ripping, squelching fart, Helen's arse suddenly let go and a stream of whitish creamy liquid squirted out of her wide open anus and into Sarah's mouth. With a shock, I realised that Helen was shitting out my cock spunk. And Sarah was lapping it up - figuratively as well as actually. Then Helen's arse-hole farted again and another stream of spunky globules spurted onto Sarah's eager licking tongue.

Sarah was moaning with pleasure and licking wildly at her lips as more and more of my spunk squirted and dribbled from Helen's hairy wet arse-hole and into her mouth.

Then with one last slurpy squelching fart, Helen finished her spunk-shit, climbed off Sarah and both the girls re-assumed the kneeling position facing each other that they had used when they'd started this 'ceremony' of theirs.

Sarah then picked up the beer glass of foamy golden piss which was sat on a bedside table. Holding the glass between her tits she then spat and dribbled her mouthful of spunk into the glass. When she'd finished doing this, she kissed Helen full on the lips and both girls licked and slobbered at each other while they made quite sure that every last drop of spunk had been licked, swallowed or was safely in the beer glass.

Sarah then put two fingers into the glass of piss and spunk mixture and swirled it around. Taking her dripping fingers from the glass she then proceeded to wipe them over Helen's tits.

Then Helen dipped her hand into the glass, lifted out a cupped palm full of spunky yellow liquid and slowly and deliberately wiped it all round Sarah's already dripping pussy. Both girls then sumptuously placed their dripping fingers into each other's mouths and both of them sucked and licked for all they were worth. This appeared to drive them both into a complete frenzy and for a wild few minutes they absolutely covered each other in a slimy mixture of spunk and piss.

It was all over them. Shining in their hair, dripping from their tits, running down their legs, dribbling from their mouths.

When the glass was finally empty, they each took a turn at drinking the last few drops, threw the glass aside and suddenly started wanking at each other's fannies and sucking at each other's tits. Sarah then threw herself onto her back and pulled her legs right back and wide open. At this, Helen turned around and climbed on top of Sarah in a 'sixty-nine' position.

With a sigh of delight, Sarah wrapped her arms around Helen's hips and pulled Helen's greasy wet cunt down onto her mouth. With complete abandon, Helen plunged her head between Sarah's legs, rammed her mouth onto Sarah's wide open cunt lips and started licking, kissing and slobbering for all she was worth. Both girls were wriggling their arses and sucking and slurping as hard as they could.

But just before they reached orgasm, Helen reached her hand out and felt under one of the pillows on the bed. As she withdrew her hand, I could see that she was holding an enormous double-ended dildo. It must have been eighteen inches long at least and had a slight upward curve. It was pinky-flesh coloured with a huge glans at each end. Helen then took the dildo and with her mouth sucking voraciously at Sarah's clitty slid it right up Sarah's pussy. A full foot of it vanished completely, leaving six inches and a huge pink knob head sticking out from between Sarah's taut rounded buttocks. Then Helen lifted her mouth from Sarah's erect clitoris, gulped the head of the dildo into her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. Sarah was squealing and wiggling her hips in paroxysms of pleasure. Then taking her mouth from the dildo and leaving it sticking out of Sarah as though she had a big fat cock sticking out from her crutch, Helen swung around, lay on her back and pulled her legs wide open until her knees were on her shoulders. Then she wriggled across the bed until her arse was facing Sarah's and reaching round with a hand, fed the protruding head of the dildo into her anus. Sarah moved a hand down to see what was going on and feeling the end of the dildo slipping into Helen's arse, pulled herself down the bed so that the dildo rammed hard up Helen's arse-hole and the two girls' buttocks were squeezed against each other.

The dildo had vanished completely. Twelve inches were stuck right up Sarah's huge hairy pussy and the other six inches were rammed hard up Helen's spunky arse.

Then the two girls began to fuck each other in earnest.

As they humped and writhed, I could see glimpses of spunk-covered pink dildo appear and then vanish into Sarah's hairy pussy lips and into the dark brown juicy ring of Helen's squelchy anus. Sarah's cunt was farting and squelching, Helen's arse was farting and squelching. Both girls were massaging away at their own tits. Squeals of delight rang around the room.

Suddenly, they both arched their backs as the first spasms of climax ran through their writhing bodies.

With a resounding juicy farting noise from her cunt, Sarah started to climax. As her fuck-tube contracted with first spasm, the dildo sprang out of Sarah's rapidly-contracting hole and a full cunt juice smeared foot of it was left sticking out of Helen's arse. But Helen began to come just a moment after Sarah and with a loud 'plop' and a huge ripping fart from deep in her rectum, she shit the slime-covered dildo right out of her arse and propelled it into the air. It spiralled incongruously over Sarah's leg and landed on the bed, lying there like a strange slimy double-headed pink snake.

The girls both squealed in anguish as they had no longer had anything for their fuck-holes to grip on for the huge orgasm that they were building up to.

Gasping with frustration, Sarah half-rotated herself and Helen did the same. They each had the inside of one thigh against the other's belly and the inside of the other thigh on the other's buttocks. They then pushed their cunts together and with moans of pleasure, rubbed and wanked them against each other.

Their pussy lips were snogging. Their clitties were tossing each other off. Their hairy wet slippery cunts were making juicy slurping noises as they slid and sucked at each other. Both girls let out an almighty yell as they both came.

As they orgasmed, they stopped moving their pussies and held them rammed together in a massive juicy slobbering kiss. White pussy spunk glooped up. It rose up over their pubises and ran down their arses onto the bed. Wet cunt farts and squelchy arse farts resounded round the room.

Gradually, the frantic noises of delicious orgasm stopped and all that could be heard was their laboured breathing as the filthy bitches fell back on the bed to recover from the ultimate climax. The one they had been building up to all evening. It was over. A depraved dildo shag in piss and spunk. Their ultimate perversion. They were turned on by filth, piss and spunk. But neither of them could give nor take any more. The end. Or so I thought.

"You still here then?" I eventually heard Sarah asking.

"Er. Yes. It seems so." I replied with a sinking heart as I realised they might have more in store for me. I couldn't take any more. I'd had it. The pain in my groin had subsided to a dull ache and I wanted to keep it that way if I possibly could. Bloody hell, this must be God's revenge for all the lustful thoughts I'd had over the years, I surmised guiltily to myself. Please. No more. No more.

"There you go then." It was a smiling Sarah standing beside me and thrusting my bundled clothes into my arms.

Helen sauntered up to the other side of me and placing a hand under my elbow, helped me get myself out of the chair.

"Poor old thing..." Commiserated Helen. "...See you in the morning. Don't be late. Take-off's at oh nine hundred local."

I nodded dumbly as the reeking, sweaty, piss and spunk covered girls led me towards the door as I obediently clasped the bundle of clothes to my chest.

"That's unless you want to stay for one of our special wine enemas?" Questioned Sarah with a naughty smile playing on her lips. In her hand she held a bottle of white wine, a plastic funnel and a length of soft rubber tubing.

'A wine enema?" I asked in complete disbelief.

"You should stay. It's really good fun. Apart from getting you pissed with no hangover and making your farts smell gorgeous, it tastes really good after we've shit it out."

Still in a half-crouch from the pain in my groin, I shuffled towards the door as quickly as I could.

"I... Er.. Think I'd better get some sleep. Um... Flying in the morning."

"Told you he couldn't take it. They never can." Sarah confided to Helen, who nodded sagely in return. Then turning to me Sarah said: "You'd better have this then. As a keepsake."

So saying, she reached down and undid one leg of her suspenders, rolled the stocking down, kicked off her shoe and slipped the stocking off her foot. With mock seriousness, she handed me the slimy and soiled stocking.

Then as an afterthought she added: "And this too..." It was the other vodka Martini from the bedside table. "...Seeing as you've already nicked mine."

Shamefaced, I slunk out of the room into the corridor. Sarah stood smiling in the doorway in one high heel and one stocking. Her body was dripping and reeking of piss and spunk. In one hand she held the funnel, the tubing and the wine invitingly towards me. Her other hand was fondling one of Helen's tits.

"Sure you won't stay?"

"Err... No... Better go." I replied limply.

Sarah grinned, Helen beamed her dazzling smile in farewell and the door closed firmly in my face. I walked slowly up the corridor and rang the bell for the lift.

Back in my room, I simply fell face-forward onto the bed and was sound asleep in seconds.

It was the next morning before I realised that I'd walked right through the public areas of the hotel stark bollock naked. With my body smothered in spunk and piss. A bundle of clothes clasped to my chest. And a vodka Martini clasped casually in my hand.

Bloody hell.

Epilogue.

As I sit at my desk looking back over this true story of events which happened nearly ten years ago now, I find these memories of the beautiful Sarah almost too painful to consider. You see, that night in Bermuda, I did fall hopelessly in love with her. Well, who wouldn't? Also, on re-reading this transcription of the events with Sarah and Helen, that night of depravity really does sound too far-fetched to be believable. But I can absolutely assure you, it's all completely true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

As far as I know (and hope), there isn't and never has been an airline by the name of 'GoldAir'. I've changed that name too. The fact is that the real name of the airline is one I'm sure you would know. Unfortunately, the airline I've called 'GoldAir' went into receivership a few months after the events in Bermuda which I have described.

But quickly back to that night-stop in Bermuda.

The next morning, I met Sarah and Helen in the foyer of the hotel as we waited for transport to the airport. Look, I know it's a cliche, but all I can say is that butter wouldn't have melted in their mouths. You would never have believed that it was the same two girls who'd been willingly and rapturously engaged in all that filth and perversion just a few hours before. They were happy, laughing and joking. They both looked flower-dew fresh and ravishingly gorgeous. They were both absolutely and completely normal.

"Top o' the mornin' Jerry..." Sarah called brightly to me across the foyer in a jokey southern Irish accent. Then she added, I thought a little mischievously: "...Sleep well?"

"Yes thanks..." I replied quickly, more in reflex than anything else.

But Sarah and Helen never did refer to our night of depravity. Never spoke about it. Not once. Not in my hearing anyway. And, what's more, I never did get another invitation to join them again. Also, try as I might, Sarah would not come on a date with me or anything of the sort. She steadfastly refused and when pressed would say something like:

"Let's just be friends. Eh Jerry? Best that way."

In the end I gave up. And then 'GoldAir' went broke. That finished it for good.

These days I'm married. To a very nice girl and all that. A couple of children too. But nice as my wife is - and I do love her - she'll never have the place in my heart that Sarah occupies. And always will.

Like I say, this story is so depraved and horny, that it must be hard for you to believe it's true. In retrospect, it seems that way to me as well. But I, at least, have the advantage of being able to prove to myself that it really did happen. Sometimes, when I'm alone in the house or staying alone in an air crew hotel and I feel like having a wank - as all men do from time to time - I take that precious soiled black stocking with its whitish spunk stains from its special pocket in my flight bag, wrap it round my prick and spunk in it. One more spunk stain isn't going to hurt it. Is it?

Just a couple more things:

It took three weeks after that incredible session with Sarah and Helen for me even to get an erection again - let alone have an orgasm. Sarah and her magic finger had completely spunked me out. I was completely incapable. It was a very funny feeling. Very humiliating too. I wish I knew how to do that for a woman. Then I could have anyone I wanted. Maybe even Sarah. Anyone know the secret?

Oh yes: I did get my captaincy in the end. But obviously not with 'GoldAir'.

And, yes, you're right. Captain Bailey hogged all the landings to himself on the way back from Bermuda. I didn't get one. Probably quite a good thing in my shagged out state.

He's still a bastard though.