Slowly, Annette swept upward, flicking her tongue tip several times against the twitching clitoris, then backward toward the round viscous covered opening of her vagina, plunging in far enough to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh nibble and milk at her tongue, then out to taunt her urethra before traveling on up the satin-smooth vale between her buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her pulsating rectum.
Oh, Mon Dieu! It's wonderful! The delicious taste of her cunt… I never realized… I love her… love him… love me!
"Okay," interrupted Shannon. "Enough of that. Let's get down to the nitty gritty… Come on, Madeleine… sit down on it. I'll just lay here like any potentate worth his salt and you slip my cock right up your ass."
"Oui… oui, cheri!" exclaimed Madeleine, moving quickly to get above him with her back facing him in a semi-squatting position.
While she was doing this, he said to Annette: "Ever lick another girl's ass before, baby?"
"No… no, cheri," Annette replied, her dark eyes alive with the obvious carnal sensations it had given her. "But I intend to do it again… and yours many many times over."
Shannon pulled her down to him and kissed her mouth hungrily, running his tongue over her thin lips and into her mouth, tasting the familiar sweet tang of his Madeleine there.
"Aaaauuuuugggghhh," Madeleine groaned holding tight to Shannon's long thick cock and both he and Annette watched while she wormed the turgid rubbery head into the tiny orifice, squirming and wriggling her squatting wide-spread buttocks in her effort to skewer the massive cudgel up into her unbelievably wide stretching hole. Greedily, she lowered herself down onto it, the grunting little whimpers of torment she emitted charging both viewers wildly.
"Does it hurt, cherie?" questioned Annette, suddenly getting to her knees and reaching around to caress Madeleine's full, magnificent breast with sympathetic, if, masochistic envy. "Does it hurt beautifully?"
"Ooohhh… Oooohhhhh Christ," Madeleine cried. "I… I… Oh… it's horrible… it's beautiful… I love it!"
Shannon chuckled in obscene delight as he watched her gyrate her splendid hips down… down… until her ass-cheeks were flat against his pelvis, and he began to work with her, gently, in an effort to widen her back passage with his cock thrust hurtingly to its full length up the tight, hot velvety channel of her entrancing bottom.
"Christ, what a beautiful ass you've got, baby," Shannon said, tensing and thrusting as she squirmed her buttocks down even tighter to his pelvis, forcing his cock further up into her.
"Ooohhhh, Mon Dieu! It's going to come right out my mouth," Madeleine gasped as slowly she lay back atop of him, her arms resting on the bed at the elbows while Annette stared at the two of them in licentious fascination.
Madeleine's dark hair-lined pussy looked up at her, its long pink slit trailing down to her soft white buttocks where Annette could see Shannon's massive cock splitting them… holding them apart… its thick length buried to the hilt up her wide-stretched anus, and his heavy balls pulsating before her. She couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself and she nestled her face to the soft, sweet smelling crotch, starting her excited tongue at the tip of Shannon's testicles, taunting the exposed half-inch of his shaft not yet swallowed into her, and into the now pulsating, open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner-lips and clitoris into her mouth with a wet little slurping sound.
Madeleine began to raise her buttocks up and down over Shannon's plundering cock and as she did this she pressed her glistening pussy, now flowered open with her splayed legs, against Annette's wildly sucking mouth. Frantically, Annette lashed her tongue around, over, up and into the sweet, delicious-tasting cunt, her own passion mounting feverishly in her belly and loins.
She reached down between her legs and began to massage her quivering clitoris vigorously. Mon Dieu! I've got to be fucked or something, she thought, and then, she remembered her Launcelot.
"Launcelot… lover! Come up here, mon cher!" she choked, raising her ass up high, then burying her tongue deeper into Madeleine's pulsing cunt.
Annette sensed the bed give as the great dog immediately leaped onto it, raising up onto his hind legs and clasping his forelegs tightly around her waist. She thrust her behind high and back, feeling his hard wet animal prick ram and slip against her buttocks. Again and again it floundered until she spread her legs farther apart and thrust back her completely expanded crotch.
Once more, it rammed.
"Auggghhhh," she winced before it as the long, slender prick soared into her, spearing her hungry, moist vaginal walls like a flint-tipped arrow.
Mon Dieu! Her magnificent Launcelot! He was like a heavenly sent miracle… always ready and able to satisfy the lusty desire of her ever increasing needful cunt. Dear God, she loved him too, she thought, as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the delectable wet split before her. She heard Madeleine whimper and Shannon's throaty grunts, all in the faint background of her mind, for her lover was hammering her with rapid, pile-driving thrusts that were reaching her very womb, and the slender cock was beginning to swell inside her as always. She could feel it getting larger and larger, filling her entire channel like a great growing monster… the way no man could ever fill her… a beautiful, unbelievable fucking machine… driving her ever, ever toward her apex…
Wildly, Annette licked and sucked until Madeleine screamed: "Oooohhh, Mon Dieu! I'm going to cum… Mother of Christ… Oui, oui… I am… nowww… I'm cuuuummmiinnnggg!"
"Pound your ass!" charged Shannon. "Godamn you… don't stop now, damn you! Pound your fucking ass!"
"Yiiieee… Oooohhh… Oui… ouiiii!" cried Annette as Launcelot fucked into her, his animal prick suddenly long, long… and thick, thick inside her flooding cunt, those jackhammer lunges never lessening…!
And then, she felt the animal's stream of hot juices squirting into her unceasingly! Long jets of it scalding the inner walls of her vagina, spurting into her womb with violent force, sloshing against the inner-sides of her wildly spasming belly, its steaming heat setting her off until at last she wailed loudly, helplessly.
Time and again she screamed; her release was that great! She heaved her ass back toward the humping dog's expanded shaft as it continued to shoot into her with unbelievable force, her thighs trembling, her stomach quaking, her brain reeling insanely with the sensual reactions traversing along her spine, all realism escaping her as she fell forward on her face into Madeleine's soft open crotch, a deep sleep almost immediately engulfing her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Annette's keen mind, once given the opportunity to function, surprised both Shannon and Madeleine. It was her plan of advising her father, Gaston Larreau, where and how to deliver the money that was the most acceptable, the less dangerous, and certainly quite ingenious. Shannon liked it from the beginning, for it was in the actual "pickup" of the ransom that he'd had qualms all along. This particular phase of the operation had always proven to be the most hazardous, according to statistics, in any kidnapping plot.
As Annette pointed out, her father was not apt to call in the authorities; such a move would be entirely contrary to Syndicate philosophy… besides, he had a tremendously efficient network all his own. But she did expect him to try something when the 'pickup' was made; it wasn't in his nature to take such a slap-in-the-face without contemplating vicious retaliation. Thus, she had come up with the buoy-boat idea.
A hiking tour of the island had produced an old thirty-six foot tub with a cabin, anchored in a cove, ancient and in need of paint, but hardy enough upon examination to perform the task they had in mind. Shannon guessed that the senator probably used her as a work craft, hauling rocks and lumber, from the appearance of dirt and scraps of wood littering her deck. Her engines seemed adequate and in fair shape, the point being proved when he added gasoline. There was nothing wrong with her that fuel didn't cure.