Screw

4. All you can eat ;)

They had been flying for eight hours and seatbelts had come off a long time ago. They all sat around on the plush benchseats in the back of the plane, little tables between each seat, which faced each other. Long ago, the flight attendant had served up the alcohol ordered by the boys. They'd all had alot to drink, and the girls were tipsy themselves. Estrella's brain felt kind of foggy, the details of what was going on around her more unclear then normal, and all of the guys were looking hotter by the second. Her loins were on fire. Estrella was sat between Celine and the red haired guy. Without hesitation, she reached right over and rubbed at the red head's crotch. He jumped in fright at her touch, but soon realised what she was doing. He responded by leaning towards her quickly and swooping in for a bourbon flavoured kiss. She saw Duff stand up a few seats away as the red haired guy pulled away and unzipped his jeans clumsily. Duff weaved his way between the tables, finally reached her, and scooped her up under her arms, picking her up with ease.
"Nah uh. You're mine." He slurred. Estrella was a little suprised by Duff's sudden possessive attitude, but he was drunk. She looked around at the other guy, and thought he looked like he might protest until Celine crawled across the seat towards him, giggling drunkenly. He opened the button at the top for Celine, and Estrella learned he was fairly large. This only made her hornier. Duff placed her on the ground and she reached for her own zipper as she watched Celine grasp the red head's shaft in her small hand and lap at the head of it, before slowly taking it into her mouth. The guy's head fell back against the headrest and he closed his eyes. Celine began to bob her head very fast.
"Oh- holy shit Celine!" He grunted. Estrella turned to look at Duff, who had his own large member out, pumping it in his hand while staring at Estrella. He had a hungry look in his eyes. She kicked off her jeans as fast as she could and bent over the table in front of Celine and the man. The plastic was cold on against her arms, but she had a great view of Celine giving the guy a headjob. She could feel Duff's bass guitar-calloused fingertip brush her sensitive area, making her buck her hips wildly.
"Duff!" She gasped as he slid one digit inside easily. He chuckled sexily, and lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it away. She felt the head of his member press against her, and he pushed her naked top half firmly down against the cold table. There was a moment of anticipation before the familiar feeling of a man filled her up and sent her moaning and groaning for him to speed up- hit harder. The action was animal- she was drunk and out of it, and the sex was far from love making. It was heated; carnal. And she was lapping it up. She heard more groans from across the room and glanced up to see the little blonde dancer, Rosamund, laying on her back on a table. The shorter blonde guy had his shaft in her mouth, while the dark haired quiet guy had claimed her pussy. Estrella revelled in the feeling of Duff sliding in and out of her, hitting her just right with every thrust. The room was full of panting and moaning and everyone was soon fucking for a good few minutes. Finally, she felt that telltale pulsing that means you're about to come. She moaned loudly as she did, spasming with pleasure, and this seemed to send Duff over the edge too, as he pulled out quickly, seed shooting across the table beside her. They were both panting. Estrella looked back up and across the room to see Rosamund's bare stomach covered in the sticky white stuff, and some trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was leaning against the table she had been on, panting, while the two guys had flopped down on the seat nearby. There were gasps and groans from Celine and Axl's corner as they finished up.
The curly haired guitarist advanced towards Estrella. She realised that she hadn't seen him during the romp. He had a very lusty look about him, not helped by the fact that he was wearing no pants, and had a raging hard- on. He turned to Duff,
"May I?" He questioned. Duff shrugged and nodded, and the curly haired guy smirked.
"What's your name, little lady?" He questioned, and Estrella smirked back. He was cute, and she wouldn't mind another pounding.
"Estrella." She told him, smiling.
"Well I'm Slash- and I wanna rock your world." He slurred a little.
Estrella grinned and bent over the table again, where Slash proceeded to take her from behind. She moaned and screamed as he pounded into her over and over, and she came twice more before Slash pulled out,
"Turn over!" He gasped, grasping himself. She spun around, and Slash pumped himself one- two- three- four times, before he shot all over her breasts.
He panted as he flopped down and leaned heavily on the backrest of the nearest couch.
"Holy- fuck you're- tight!" Slash gasped. Duff came back over and bent down to Estrella's now sore pussy, grabbed her hips and began to slide his tongue along her slit. It felt amazing and soothed her overused entrance. Estrella spread her legs and threw her head back, moaning his name. He stopped after a minute, and looked back up at her from where he kneeled.
"Feel better?" He asked. He must have guessed she was sore. She nodded, running her fingers over his teased hair.
"thankyou both!" She smiled at Duff and Slash, spent. She then pulled up her panties and jeans, and found her shirt halfway across the plane, pulling it back on. All through the room, everyone was finding their discarded clothing and sliding the items back on. Finally, they all sat down around the tables, as they had before the romp, and began talking as if nothing had happened.