"Get a taste of that sweet meat 'fore you fuck it," Dawson encouraged him. "That's some taco, I'll tellya!"
Martinez shook his head enthusiastically and buried his head in Jill's pussy furrow, licking and sucking at her tender slit like a dog lapping at a succulent piece of meat. He rolled his eyes upward as he ate her, in silent agreement with Dawson.
Even in sleep, Jill's body involuntarily responded to the lewd pussy licking she was getting, and the lips of her pussy began to puff up with excitement, and her clitoral bud sprang to erectness. She began to moan and toss slightly on the bed, delighting both men with her motor response.
"Look at that!" Dawson exclaimed. "Even loaded with nappers she's hot as a firecracker!"
Encouraged, the Mexican co-pilot sucked with more fervor at Jill's defenseless pussy. It wasn't long before he felt her stiffen. Her moans grew louder, and she suddenly spasmed violently. She was cumming in her sleep!
"Well, I'll be damned!" Dawson exclaimed. "You better plug this hot box fast – I'm goin' for broke right now!" And he kneeled beside her head and placed the moist head of his huge cudgel against her open mouth. He rubbed the head of it back and forth across her soft lips and glistening teeth, sucking in his breath excitedly as Martinez withdrew his head from her pussy and wiped his mouth on the sheet.
"Let's change the poseetion, ameego," Martinez said. "Turn her over."
Together, they rolled Jill over on her stomach and placed her crosswise on the bed, so that her arms and head hung limply over the side. Martinez then took the pillows and doubled them in half, placing them under her pelvis, so that her buttocks were raised high in the air, exposing the entire track of secret anatomy between the cheeks of her ripely rounded asscheeks. Her puckered little anus was in full view in the center of her forbidden furrow, along with the moist ring of her vaginal entrance. He spread her legs wide apart as he knelt behind her, holding his long pole in one hand. Dawson was kneeling on the floor in front of the comatose artist, his upright cock only centimeters away from her flaccid lips.
"Ready, senor?" Martinez grinned, his prick poised at the entrance of Jill's vagina.
"After you, Alphonse!" Dawson quipped.
Martinez leaned forward, pushing his penis in through her vaginal lips, which he had parted with his fingers. Jill's rounded asscheeks fitted down over his black pubic hairs as he slowly advanced into her vaginal passage. The silky softness of her skin seemed to caress his advancing pelvis. Without warning, he forced his surging shaft deep up inside her cunt. Jill let out a reflexive grunt, and Dawson chose that moment to plant his rigid penis inside the poor girl's mouth. She frowned in her sleep and moaned some more. She moved her drooping head from side to side in an unwitting effort to spit out the invading organ, but Dawson followed her every movement, taking advantage of whatever response she offered to pleasure his lusting cock.
Her movements were also beneficial to the lanky Mexican, who thrust harder into her as he held tightly to her upper thighs and pushed and pulled her onto his fucking weapon. She was being see-sawed back and forth on the bed, and her mouth drew back over Dawson's cock, then slid down over it again. The printer took her jaw in his hand and placed his thumb and forefinger in her soft cheeks, manipulating her lips over his prick, which oozed lubricating juices from the glans slit at the head. He looked up at Martinez with a smile of triumph. "Not bad for twofer's, eh?" he drawled.
"Fantastico!" panted Martinez, who was grunting with satisfaction, his slapping balls filled to bursting with semen as he rode up high over the luscious buttock mounds of the sleeping American girl.
Jill was being rocked steadily between the two men, one fucking her from behind, doggie fashion, the other trying his best to fuck her mouth. Jill was breathing coarsely, and if she hadn't been so thoroughly drugged, she would have awakened instantly, gagging as the printer's bludgeoning cock hit the back of her throat.
The thick penis withdrew a little way through the copious saliva in her mouth but was shoved back again, bulging her cheeks obscenely. Dawson kept working her slack mouth over his cock, grunting as he knelt on the floor, his paunchy midsection shaking above the head of the unconscious girl, sweat pooling in the fissures of his belly.
Martinez ground his loins against her soft white asscheeks, feeling the building heat of her beautiful pink-seamed crack and the building tension in his own taut balls. He was going to cum… he was… going to… going to… CUM! Aeeiieee! Martinez tensed for an instant, then fucked into her like a bunny, his greasy hair hanging down in his eyes as his balls gave out their load and he filled Jill's ravaged pussy with a fiery jet of milky semen. And as the Mexican's pistoning cock buffeted Jill's pussy, the violent pushing and pulling gave the excited horny printer enough additional cock massage to bring him to his climax.
"Uuuuoohhh! Suuuuccckkk! Baby, suuuccckkk iiittt!" he gasped as he shot his wad deep into her warm throat. He had a vice-like grip on her head, pulling her into his loins so that she could not escape the full torrent of his sticky white issue. Dawson grunted in animal satisfaction in time to the emptying of his large hairy balls.
His cum splashed against the back of her throat and against the sides of her cheeks and melded with her saliva. Moments later, both trickled out of her mouth and onto the printer's spent cock.
A red light flashed on the wall, and Garcia's voice came over the intercom. "We'll be landing in approximately ten minutes. Get back to your seat, Jack – if you can make it! Martinez, take over for me up front."
Dawson weakly reached behind him and pressed a switch on the wall. "Dammit, Ernesto, you got the worst Goddamned timing!" he growled into the speaker.
"Sorry, amigo – regulations, you know. How was it this time?" came the impersonal voice over the intercom.
"I'll tell you all about it right after I finish cumming!" Dawson snapped and switched off the speaker. Martinez was up and wiping off his cock. He was dressed in a flash. It took some effort on Dawson's part to rise from his knees – he was still weak from his orgasm. He had the decency to take a towel and wipe the slumbering artist's mouth off and get some of the sweat off her body. God, how he loved to feel her buttery skin! He carefully rolled her over on her back and hoisted her lengthwise on the bed. Then he stuck the towel between her legs and wiped her cum-filled pussy.
"Ain't she somethin'?" he said to the co-pilot, who was combing his greasy black hair in front of the bathroom mirror. Martinez finished his grooming by patting the sides of his head with his hand as he stuffed the comb into a breast pocket.
"Fantastico!" Martinez enthused, raising his eyebrows and grinning broadly. "Don Ernesto has heet the hyackpot dees time!"
CHAPTER NINE
The bright sun filtered in through the broad louvered shutters that covered the floor-to-ceiling window doors in the guest bedroom where the beautiful young artist slept, unaware that a man walked silently across the room, his footsteps drowned in the lush pile carpeting. The entire room was white, or shades of white. An elaborate wrought iron headboard and two tall spires of iron at the foot showed dramatically against the plastered walls. A long high chest of carved pine stood on a low bench at the foot of the bed. The hasp and hinges were rusted, denoting antiquity. A few tall tropical plants provided dramatic highlights in the stark room which was, though sparsely furnished with Spanish antiques, the quintessence of understated good taste.
The few paintings on the walls were by contrast, boldly contemporary, with bright streaks and dots of color. It all worked to create a restful yet stimulating ambiance.
The man placed a breakfast tray on the round table next to the bed. He looked down at the sleeping girl for several moments, then he turned and went silently out of the room, closing the door behind him. Seconds later, the phone on the broad bedside table jangled noisily.