Donna had been left lying in a corer to nurse her wounds and two of the men had picked Tina up and carried her to the bar and threw her atop it. Someone had fashioned a wreath of plastic flowers and someone else jammed it down over Tina's head. The flowers felt scratchy, but Tina continued to wear them, and after a couple of rounds of drinks, Tina fulfilled one of her greatest fantasies. She took on every, man and woman in the room, two and three at a time.
The evening faded into a blur for Tina but she recalled one man shoving his cock up her asshole while another chewed her cunt, and others grabbed at her tits. Male and female hands together pawed her. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands prying her lips apart and before she knew it someone shoved his rod into her mouth. Tina threw her head back and swallowed it eagerly. It wasn't very big but it went down easily and soon she could feel come pouring down her throat and over her lips and dripping down her chest, where it mingled with the sweat and oil and where the groping hands of the group massaged it vigorously into every pore of her skin.
Tina was sound asleep and continued dreaming her muddled dream of the night before, a constantly changing cavalcade of cocks, rods, cunts, slits, tools and hands, hands, hands, tearing at her body using her. She couldn't remember who did what, but she knew that everything was done because even in her sleep she could feel that her body ached deliciously. There was one thing that Tina did remember because it was an entirely new experience for her.
One of the men pulled the others off and pushed Tina down to her knees. He stepped back and let loose a long stream of piss, hosing Tina's hot body down with his delicious liquid. It felt hot and it felt good as it splashed her nipples and over her tits and trickled down her body. Soon another stream joined the rust and then another and another. Soon Tina was being doused by an ocean of hot piss and it felt good. Tina cupped her hands and caught some of it, playfully flinging it back at her attackers and at the women who watched. Another woman dropped to the floor beside Tina, joining her under the barrage of piss, flinging it at the others as she caught it in her cupped hands. The hot piss washed the sweet oil and come off Tina's body and Tina wondered how the barrage of urine could keep coming for so long, but somehow it did.
And when the men emptied their bladders they reached for two seltzer bottles behind the bar, squirting it at the two women who wallowed in the cold fluid which was a welcome change from the hot streams of just a few minutes.
Tina was wet from head to toe and now she blacked out again remembering only snatches of the rest of the evening. She'd humped George and Cliff again, and had had a very long sensuous session with Alice and had finally ended up with Marshall, a short squat fireplug of a man who looked totally sexless, but could nevertheless hump the brains out of any poor working girl. Marshall had dragged Tina off to a corner and taken her on a trip around the world, coming rust in her asshole, which had opened nice and wide by now and was eager to accept any tool, then in her cunt, which was scraped sore but still ready for action and climaxing in her mouth by sending torrents of come deep into her stomach. Tina hadn't eaten all night, but she really didn't need to with all that sweet come she was devouring.
Tina felt a hand gently squeezing her tits and she started waking up, realizing now that she was in the back seat of a limousine. Tina opened one eye and surveyed the surroundings. She was completely nude, with a large cloak draped around her body. The screen between driver and passenger compartments was closed and she was aware that Marshall was squeezing her tits gently.
"Wake up, baby, we're almost there," he whispered.
"Where?" Tina replied, yawning as she squeezed that one word out.
"The airport," he laughed. "We're going off to Haiti, my love, to visit my little shack on the beach."
"That's nice," Tina yawned, looking around the little passenger compartment. Now her eyes fell on Donna who was sitting on the jump seat, her head bent low over Marshall's crotch giving him a blow-job. Marshall's cock was obviously still as good as ever despite the humping of the night before because it was as big and stiff as it ever was, and it was much too large for Donna to swallow.
"What's she doing here?" Tina snarled at Marshall.
"Don't worry, she's promised to behave herself I'm sure you two can learn to get along, right?" Marshall asked Donna.
Without missing a beat of her blow-job, Donna nodded her head and Marshall shivered as the sensations of the wiggle spread through his rod and up into his body.
"I couldn't find your clothes when we left," he said to Tina, "so I just wrapped you in your cloak. We'll get you some new ones once we land in Haiti."
The limousine rolled through the airport gates and into the private hanger where Marshall kept his Lear jet. Tina hopped from the car and hurried into the plane, barefoot and bare-assed. The inside of the plane was cold and Donna, who followed Tina into the plane pointed to the rear compartment.
"It'll be warmer in there," she said as she took Tina's hand and led her in.
"Make yourselves comfortable. We'll take off in about half an hour," Marshall shouted to the girls and then turned to talk with the attendants. He'd pilot this flight himself.
The rear compartment was outfitted with a twin bed-sized cot and Tina, still sleepy lay down on it and drew the cloak around her. She was still cold and shivered in the unheated airplane. Donna kicked her shoes off and lay down beside Tina, squirming under the cover and offering her body to Tina to help her keep warm.
Donna, who was still fully dressed, had a hot little body and Tina appreciated the gesture. She curled up and pressed her body beside Donna's, rubbing their cheeks together. Tina was beginning to warm up now, and she leaned over and kissed Donna on the cheek. Donna stirred slightly and turned her head, offering her lips to Tina.
Tina was willing to bury the hatchet and she accepted Donna's lips, returning the kiss. Their lips almost came glued together. Tina's were cold and Donna's were burning hot. Before Tina knew what happened, Donna had rolled over on her and had poked her tongue deep into Tina's mouth. Her tongue rolling around in Tina's mouth felt good and Tina felt herself becoming aroused again. Tina reached for Donna's blouse and started undoing. Donna shifted her body to make Tina's task easier. Only three of the buttons had been fastened and it took barely a minute until Donna's healthy tits were hanging loose, brushing over Tina's tits.
Donna's tits showed the signs of last night's battle, but they felt good and hot as they brushed against Tina's. Donna rolled over on her back and slipped her micro-skirt down her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Tina, who was just returning to consciousness felt an overpowering urge to eat her sweet pussy and now, still huddled under the cloak which covered them both, squirmed down toward the foot of the bed so she could sink her teeth into Donna's furry little gash. Last night she had kicked and scratched it as viciously as she could and now, just a few hours later, she was barely able to control herself as she sniffed the sweet cunt and licked the little pink nc above it and the rich, fleshy lips which shielded it. Donna who had fought so hard and so dirty the night before knew that this morning things were different. She had been vanquished and beaten, but now she was being loved.
Donna spread her legs and arched her back offering her hungry little cunt up to Tina who was anxious to accept it. Tina started slowly licking Donna's cunt from top to bottom and from bottom to top in long, slow, smooth motions, curling her tongue through the cunt hair and teasing Donna's cunt lips to get her warmed up for the final assault. Little beads of moisture started dripping from Donna's cunt and hanging from the edges of her cunt lips. The drops of pussy juices were either absorbed by the furry cunt hair or were licked away by Tina who was savoring every drop of Donna's sticky-sweet pussy juice.