Do you want my cock, Lexi? I want to hearyou say how much your faggot ass wants it!" I felt a heat build in mychest when he acknowledged my fascinatio... with his penis, and I repliedbetween desperate breaths. God, I hated him! ...But was he actuallygoing to fuck me? I mean, what if he actually did? Oh my, what a dreamthat would be! "Oh yes Mr. Cartwright, your dick... it's... unlikeanything I've ever seen. I really want it! No, wait, I mean I reallyNEED it! Please, can I just... suck it? Or, do. Give them hell kid."He dropped to the ground as I opened my radio, "Fox eight green."I pushed the throttle forward and closed the canopy. I moved out and lined up and when it was my turn I slammed the throttles all the way forward. The plane started to move and in seconds it was streaking down the runway and I pulled the control back, "damn!"I heard several of the others laugh as I headed for the sky. I rolled and turned to follow the ones before me and we climbed several thousand meters. In. “The boys followed you around like love sick puppies. But, the boys did not frighten me. It was the men. I knew it would not be long until one of them took you. Then, I caught you with Matt. You were sucking his cock. When I told you to stop and come home, he threatened me.”“He threatened you? The bastard! What happened then?”“You finished sucking him, letting him cum in your mouth and swallowing it like a pro. It was as sensual a blow job as I had ever seen. You obviously enjoyed it very much.. I start to feel him licking the frosting from my asshole and I feel the contradictory sensation of enjoying his tongue and feeling repulsed by the touch of someone other than my master on my skin. J instructs me to stick my ass out, so it is easier for the guest to lick my “slutty asshole.” I do as I am told, of course. As he licks, more and more guests smear their cake on my neck, in my hair, on my face, on my legs. One bold woman shoves a giant slice of cake up my cunt and rubs me off with.