Cupping his large, semen-laden testicles in her right hand, Diana began to squeeze and massage them gently and rhythmically. She extended her middle finger and wormed it between the cheeks of Dengrove's ass and then slowly started to skewer it into the small anal opening.
"AH! YES!," the pilot groaned, squirming around on the end of her finger. "Shove it right up my ass!," he commanded.
Then Diana decided it was time to really get down to some serious cocksucking...
CHAPTER ONE
Although her alarm clock wouldn't go off for another hour, Barbie Shore woke with the sun. She'd had a restless night, brought about primarily by a severe case of horniness. The orgiastic sounds of her roommate Carol's wild love-making which had gone on intermittently in the adjoining bedroom hadn't helped either. The two young stewardesses, who both worked for Triangle Airlines, had gone to a singles bar at Marina Del Rey and Carol had wound up with a hip, good-looking lawyer. Barbie had been hit up on by numerous young studs, but none had turned her on all that much. And, like Carol, Barbie was highly selective; she'd rather sleep alone than with some dude who had nothing to offer but limp lines and hot hands.
So when the three of them had returned to the girls' high-rise apartment in a hip, "singles" building in Redondo Beach, Barbie had diplomatically retired to her bedroom so that Carol and the lawyer could be alone. "Win a few, lose a few," Barbie had chuckled to herself as she settled into bed with a good book.
But it hadn't been long before she'd heard Carol and her companion make the move from the living room to Carol's bedroom. Within what had seemed like mere seconds to the horny Barbie, the age-old music of passionate love-play had begun to emanate from the adjoining room, and, try as she might, she couldn't tune it out.
As the moans, groans, and assorted sex sounds had grown in volume and intensity, Barbie, with a "If you can't lick 'em, join 'em" shrug, had put down her book and sent her right hand scurrying beneath the sheet to her waiting, moist pussy. She'd slipped three fingers deep into her hot, slippery honey hole and masturbated in perfect synchronization with the wild, humping rhythm coming from her roommate's bed. She'd come just as Carol's excited, muffled shrieks of pleasure had heralded her red-headed girl friend's own soaring orgasm. Then, removing her come-coated digits from her clasping snatch and salaciously licking them clean, Barbie had fallen into a fitful sleep.
Now, as she stretched and yawned, Barbie became aware of the fact that she was still as horny as she'd been, despite the energetic work out she'd given her hungry little cunt with what Carol jokingly referred to as "Mrs. Fist's four lovely daughters!"
The silk sheet slid down from Barbie's neck with a sibilant hissing noise as she roused herself and started to get out of her large, circular bed. Her large, firm, pink-nippled breasts quivered slightly and stood out proudly from her chest like twin torpedoes.
The young woman climbed out of the bed and padded across the room toward the window where shafts of early morning sunlight were beginning to filter in through the closed drapes.
The beautiful young brunette stopped in front of a full-length mirror and cocked a critical eye at herself. Not that she was worried about her physical attributes: she'd been blessed with a voluptuous body which had begun to blossom at thirteen and was fully developed less than three years later.
Now, at twenty-two, Barbie had arrived at a state of mind which allowed her to appreciate her own beauty without feeling pangs of guilt about being narcissistic--a charge her mother had leveled at her when she was a teen-ager. It had taken quite a while to overcome that trip, but she'd done it.
Standing in front of the mirror, Barbie cupped the creamy cones of her tits in her hands and absently let her fingers brush across the pink little knobs of her nipples. She winced. They still hurt. They always hurt when she was horny and her desires hadn't been properly satisfied.
Letting go of the grapefruit-sized globes, which bobbed up and down with release, Barbie's hands trailed down the soft, lightly tanned skin of her midriff and flat, hard belly. They came to rest in the curly profusion of dark-brown pubic hair which covered her fleshy, prominent mons. The girl giggled softly as she realized that her "love moss" (a term "invented" by an old boyfriend) was sticky and matted from her frantic finger-fucking of the previous night.
Shrugging, she walked to the window, the pert cheeks of her shapely ass jiggling slightly as she moved in a liquid, sensual, and natural manner which never failed to attract attention--sometimes more than she wanted.
She quickly opened the drapes and looked out at the lazily-curling surf of the Pacific. Aside from the fact that their apartment building was a virtual hotbed of unbridled sexuality (most of the tenants being free-living young "stews," pilots and the like), Barbie and Carol had been sold on the view. Their funkily decorated, ninth-story apartment afforded them a panoramic view of the ocean which they both agreed justified the rather steep rent.
Barbie turned and walked out of her bedroom, heading for the bathroom and a soothing, unhurried shower. She didn't have to be at the airport for close to two hours, so she could take her time getting herself together.
As she passed in front of Carol's bedroom door, Barbie noticed that it was slightly open. Grinning to herself like a little kid about to raid the cookie jar, she impulsively pushed it open even further and peeked inside.
Her dark eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and mischievousness: Carol was alone in her bed. The young lawyer was gone. "Probably had to beat it home to his old lady," Barbie chuckled to herself as she slipped quietly into the room. She padded across the carpet until she was standing beside her roommate's bed.
Although they'd been friends (and lovers--when the mood struck them) for two years, Barbie's mouth always went a little dry when she saw Carol nude: she thought her roommate was one of the most gorgeous women she'd ever met. And, one of the sexiest.
Her breathing quickened as she feasted her eyes upon the charms of the buxom, curvaceous redhead who lay sleeping peacefully on her back, a slight smile on her freckled face.
Barbie moved a bit closer, her hands unconsciously dropping down to her throbbing love center. The sheet covering the girl had slipped completely off during the night and Barbie's gaze moved from Carol's pert, up-thrust tits down to her slightly spread legs.
Carol's legs were long, shapely, and slender, but it was her pubic mound which drove Barbie (and men fortunate enough to wind up in bed with the young stewardess) up the wall! Carol was a natural redhead with a pubic bush so lush and dense that Barbie teasingly referred to it as "the jungle."
The thick, curly, reddish-gold pubic hair completely covered Carol's pubic mound and it was virtually impossible to catch even a glimpse of the young woman's labial lips. The luxuriant sex fur was something of an "in" joke between the two girls because it grew incredibly fast and Carol had to trim it regularly so that, as Barbie liked to joke, "You won't get busted for 'pubic exposure' when you wear a bikini!"
At the moment, however, jokes about her roomie's pussy fur were the furthest things from Barbie's mind. As her fingers trailed in and around her own moist pubic rug, Barbie's lust for the adorable redhead on the bed grew quickly in intensity.
Kneeling beside the bed at a point directly opposite Carol's sex center, Barbie took her right hand from between her legs and brought it toward the girl's sleeping body.
Slowly and gently she let her long, skilled fingers inch across the firm, silken skin of Carol's upper thigh until they came to rest directly on the girl's red-rugged pubis. Carol moaned softly in her sleep, wriggling slightly in a manner which caused her legs to open wider. Barbie licked her lips with the tip of her hot, pink tongue and grinned to herself excitedly. This wasn't the first time she or Carol had woken each other up in this particular way.
With Carol's legs now fairly wide apart, Barbie could see the crimson lips of the girl's labia peeking through the profusion of pussy hair. Her immediate impulse was to bury her face into Carol's inviting snatch and start eating away, but she kept herself in check. She wanted Carol to wake up gradually and, insofar as Barbie was concerned, speedy love-play was the exception rather than the rule under most conditions: getting there was, after all, a good deal of the fun!
So she ever so gently let her middle finger slide into the luxuriant love moss until it slipped between Carol's slightly parted pussy lips. They were still moist from the night's wild love-making with the departed lawyer and Barbie shivered with pleasure as her finger's sophisticated intrusion elicited a soft, squishing sound as it slithered up the redhead's labial furrow. Carol sighed and moaned in her sleep.
Barbie's finger stopped when it reached the fleshy shrine at the uppermost reaches of Carol's vaginal crease which housed the young woman's clitoris. Seeking out the gristly little love button, Barbie began to roll it around and around with the tip of her finger. The knob of flesh quickly began to swell and elongate under Barbie's sensuous ministrations and Carol groaned even louder.
As the sex-wise brunette massaged her roommate's love button with her long, middle finger, she began to work her thumb directly into the redhead's moist vaginal opening. The sleeping girl moaned out a semi-coherent, "Mmmm! Ah! Do i--t!" and Barbie's own lust could no longer be denied.
She moved up from her kneeling position and quickly lowered her flushed face until the tendrils of Carol's pubic hair brushed erotically and teasingly against her smooth facial skin.
Crooning quietly to herself, Barbie sent her long, pink tongue snaking out of her mouth and into the wet, open slit of Carol's pussy. With one smooth, sinuous thrust the girl sent her lingual member slithering into the redhead's tight, clasping vagina as far as it would go.
Carol's reaction was swift and violent. Still in that state of half-consciousness, the girl's loins jerked upward against Barbie's burrowing tongue. "Argggh! Eat me, lover, eat me!," the redhead groaned sleepily and Barbie was only to eager and happy to do her bidding.
She began spearing her tongue in and out of Carol's slippery, clasping honey hole, and at. the same time, scrambled up onto the bed until she was lying between the girl's legs, whose muscles were flexing involuntarily.
Barbie was so engrossed in her fevered reaming of her girl friend's cunt that she didn't see Carol's eyes open or the lazy, sensual grin which quickly formed around the corners of her full, pouting lips. "Quick! Turn your bod around so that I can give as well as get!," Carol gasped, her hands moving to cup and massage her now hard-nippled tits.
Carol's command caught Barbie by surprise and, with a muffled giggle, she lithely whipped her supple body around until her own wet snatch was pressing urgently against Carol's open mouth. This maneuver was accomplished without pausing for a moment in her licking and sucking of the redhead's juice-drooling cunt.
Carol's sleepy lethargy was dissipating rapidly as the gorgeous redhead licked her full lips and stared directly into Barbie's brown-thatched pussy which, labial lips wide apart and inviting, hovered scant inches away. "Mmmm!," the girl hummed deep in her throat, "I love to wake up and have breakfast in bed!"
A muffled laugh from between her legs indicated that the voraciously cunt-sucking Barbie had heard Carol's light-hearted--but excited--remark. The brunette's laugh was quickly replaced by loud, horny slurping and sucking sounds as Barbie urgently pressed her erotic attack on her roommate's gaping pussy. By the way Carol's cunt was contracting and expanding ferociously around her wildly spearing tongue, Barbie knew instinctively that the redhead wasn't far from a wild, frenzied, early-morning climax.
Although only too well aware of her own quickly building passion, Carol wasn't about to simply lie back and let Barbie get her off: that would be selfish.
The redhead slipped her hands around Barbie's taut-skinned ass globes and pulled the brunette sex kitten closer to her until Barbie's moist, verdant box was pressed against her full-lipped mouth. Carol immediately cut loose with her own long, dexterous tongue, sending the lingual member slithering with all the force she could muster into the slick, well-oiled depths of her girl friend's pussy.
Muffled shrieks of pure pleasure attested to the skill with which the redhead used her tongue and Barbie's wild response to the lingual invasion of her hungry pussy sent shivers of erotic sensation coursing through Carol's writhing body.
For the next few minutes the bedroom was filled with the sounds of the girls' wild, mutual cunt-sucking. Had a man been present, or even merely within earshot, his prick would have immediately been transformed into a shaft of pulsating steel.
Juices were streaming from Carol's red-furred box in a virtual torrent, and as she lapped up the warm, pungent sex sauce, Barbie could feel Carol's body stiffen. The redhead's legs wrapped themselves around Barbie's neck, holding the girl in a vise-like grip. Knowing that Carol's orgasm was about to hit--and hit hard!--the loving Barbie intensified her reaming of her lover's wildly clenching cunt. She repeatedly stabbed her tongue in and out of Carol's honey hole, while at the same time flicking the tip of her index finger back and forth across the redhead's erect, rigid clitoris.
Carol ripped her juice-smeared mouth away from Barbie's gaping pussy and screamed out her ecstasy as her orgasm came on like a runaway train, "OH, SWEET JESUS! I'M COMING! AHHHH! SUCK ME DRY, BARBIE! SUCK ME DRYYYM!"
Barbie needed no encouragement on that score. As Carol ground her climaxing snatch against her face, the beautiful young stewardess happily lapped and sucked up the copious amounts of love liquid which were pouring from the redhead's vaginal channel.
As the fury of her orgasm built to its inevitably mind-blowing peak, Carol's body arched high off the bed like an archer's bow about to discharge an arrow. Her pert, freckled breasts with their pebble-hard little nipples flattened out and, for a moment, it looked as though the girl's tits were all nipple.
And then, with a wild scream, Carol went totally limp as her roaring climax peaked and began to subside. Not content to bask in the warm, blissful afterglow the young woman once again pressed her mouth against Barbie's cunt. She was not about to leave her best friend hanging in that sexual limbo of near-climax.
Feeling her friend's hot tongue slithering into her hot, slick love grotto once again, Barbie smiled to herself: she'd known that Carol would want to make sure she got off and she loved her roommate even more for her sensitivity and selflessness.
The pretty brunette lay inert with her tongue still buried deep in the redhead's creamy cunt and let herself be carried to the heights of sexual ecstasy by Carol's sophisticated love-making. She loved the feel of a woman's tongue--particularly this woman's tongue!--burrowing and corkscrewing its way into her pussy almost as much as she did a man's cock. Almost!
Carol, her insides still hot and churning in the aftermath of her own orgasm, played on Barbie's genitals like a master musician. She thrust her tongue deep into the girl's writhing, bucking pussy and twirled Barbie's hard, inch-long clit between the tips of her fingers.
"COME ON, CAROL! COME ON!," Barbie shrieked as waves of sexual electricity jolted her with every cunt-stab of her roommates tongue, "I'M ALMOST THERE, LOVER! BRING ME HOME! MAKE ME CREAM!!"
Carol did just that. Barbie's ass was bouncing and wriggling with such unrestrained abandon that the redhead had trouble keeping the girl's creaming cunt where she wanted it-pressed directly over her wildly working mouth. She gripped Barbie's firm ass globes tightly to keep the lust-inflamed girl in place and quickly withdrew her tongue from her pussy, replacing the lingual member with three fingers which she quickly rammed deep into the sloshing, clasping, innermost reaches of Barbie's love channel. As she speared in and out with a fast, rhythmic motion, Carol lashed out against the girl's clitoris with the hard tip of her long, hot tongue. Barbie screamed and Carol knew her friend was sheer seconds away from a wild, satisfying climax. Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Carol nipped at Barbie's turgid love button with her teeth, eliciting even more intensive vocalizing from the writhing brunette.
And then Barbie was there. Her lithe, supple, young body began to jerk and shudder with violent spasms and her screams became incoherent moans as her orgasm pounded and surged within her like storm-whipped surf. "AHHH! THATS... FANTASTIC!," she yelled, her come-dribbling cunt bouncing frantically up and down on Carol's face. "FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOD!"
And then, with a soulful groan of complete satisfaction, it was over. Barbie's body went limp and the girl lifted her face from between Carol's legs. A lazy, Cheshirelike smile suffused Barbie's juice-smeared face and she began to crawl up the bed until she was lying snuggled against Carol's warm body. Their tits met and the nipples kissed as the girls sought out each other's hot mouths. For several minutes they kissed quietly, but passionately, until, with a sigh of disappointment, Barbie pulled slowly away from her sweat-slickened lover. "What gives?," Carol asked in a soft, husky tone.
Barbie giggled and jumped up, her large boobs swaying and bobbing on her chest. "I have to go to work, remember?," she said, starting to make her way out of bed until she was standing on the rug.
Droplets of love juice trickled down her sleek legs and onto the carpet. She grinned at Carol, "I'm doing double duty today. We're flying a 'turn around' charter to Detroit and I've got to break in some new chick. Should be one hell of a busy run."
Carol nodded and then, with a sly look in her eyes, asked in an innocent tone, "Who's at the wheel today?"
Barbie grinned, "Don't give me that 'innocent' routine, you dirty old lady! You know damn well that the 'dynamite duo' are holding down the cockpit--Dengrove and Neilson!"
Carol snickered. Senior Pilot Cliff Dengrove, something of a legend in the business, was a wild-living, charismatic man of about forty who'd worked for Triangle ever since being mustered out of the Air Force where he'd served as a jet jockey. Wiley Neil-son was his copilot on most flights--a "hell bent for leather" stud of twenty-four who idolized Dengrove and emulated the older man unabashedly.
"Well, it won't be a dull run," Carol observed dryly, "Not with Neilson aboard. That dude will fuck anytime and any place--and anything!"
Barbie laughed and headed for the bathroom. "Not on this flight he won't. We've been chartered by a college football team! I doubt that even horny old Wiley would try and make it with some muscle-bound fullback!"
Carol jumped out of bed and followed Barbie. "Well, that leaves you and the new chick. You'd better clue her in to the... ah... nature of Wiley's uncontrollable lust!"
. Barbie laughed as she opened the shower door and turned on the water, adjusting it until it was exactly as warm as she wanted. Then she turned to face Carol who was leaning casually against the sink. "Why the hell should I clue the new girl in on Wiley?," Barbie asked with a chuckle. "After the scrumptious warm-up we had just now, I might be in need of Wiley's... ah... talents on the flight back!"
Carol frowned with mock anger, 'Warm-up? Shit! I ate you out until you were as limp as a dish rag! And, anyway, I thought you said you were keeping Wiley in reserve 'for emergencies only'!"
Barbie grinned at the gorgeous redhead, "You know me and my hyperactive libido! It's a long haul to Detroit and by the time we're headed back it's entirely possible that my--ha! ha!--condition will be such that it might qualify as just that--an emergency!" The brunette stepped into the shower and called back to Carol, "Feel like doing my back, roomie of mine?"
Carol grinned and shook her head before joining Barbie in the steam-filled shower stall. She knew that it wasn't just her back that Barbie would want her to do, but that was fine, with her. She got it on better with Barbie than she did with any other woman--and some men she'd just as soon forget. Like the young lawyer last night who'd proven to be a disappointing "6" on a scale of ten insofar as his overall sexual prowess and technique were concerned.
Sure enough, when Carol entered the shower and closed the glass door behind her, Barbie was standing at the far end with her back pressed up against the tiled wall. She had a mischievous grin on her face and a bar of musk-scented soap in her outstretched hand. "I'm feeling a little weak," she giggled, "I guess you'll have to do my front as well!"
Carol took the soap from her and chuckled, "I'd hate to be the dude you wind up married to--if you ever decide to go that route. You're downright insatiable!"
Barbie stuck out her tongue and then said with a childlike pout, "I am not! I just like to fuck and have sex a lot!" Both girls laughed and Carol began to lather her delectable roommate's wet body. Barbie closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.
Carol started at the girl's neck, working up a thick lather as she worked the bar of soap around in slow, sensual, circular motions across Barbie's silken-smooth skin.
When she got to the girl's high, upthrust breasts and began to massage the soap into the firm, pink-nippled cones, Barbie let out a sharp gasp. She loved to have her tits caressed and Carol's touch was more delicate and arousing than that of most men she'd been involved with over the years. As the redhead lingered lovingly over the spongy mounds, Barbie could feel the familiar tightening in her crotch area which signalled that she was becoming horny all over again!
Carol, too, was starting to get pretty worked up as she continued her kneading and massaging of Barbie's delicious tits. She rubbed the bar of soap back and forth across the pink nipples of first one boob and then the other, eliciting a series of ragged gasps from her adorable roomie. The little nipple knobs quickly stiffened and enlarged until they looked like ripe, pink cherries perched atop two mountains of whipped cream. Carol squirmed as she felt a stickiness between her legs, If that wasn't soap, Yd lick and suck those scrumptious tits to death!, she thought to herself.
Barbie, her breasts tingling deliciously, was breathing rapidly and her legs were beginning to tremble slightly as Carol reluctantly moved her hands away from the girl's lather-covered tits.
The redhead quickly bent down on the floor of the shower in front of Barbie. The girl's pussy was staring her directly in the face, the luxuriant chestnut-colored pubic hair drenched and matted. She could just make out the pulpy, crimson-flanged lips of Barbie's labia and, for a split second, she forgot that she was supposed to be washing the girl--not going down on her!
The redhead slowly began to rub the soap against Barbie's pubic mound, occasionally allowing the slender bar of soap to slip between the girl's pussy lips. Barbie moaned and spread her legs even wider.
Carol's hands were shaking slightly as she worked the soap underneath Barbie's squirming pubis and slipped it into the cleavage of her ass. Carol was beside herself with desire by now and, after a long moment, withdrew the soap from between Barbie's legs and stood up.
The redhead quickly took hold of the shower nozzle and directed the fine spray so that it beat a tattoo directly against Barbie's genital area. A moment later the area was washed clean of the lather and Carol shoved the nozzle away.
The redhead knelt down again and buried her face into Barbie's squeaky-clean crotch. From above Carol heard the girl gasp and groan with pleasure as she extended her long tongue out as far as it would go and sent it burrowing into Barbie's slippery love channel. She twirled and corkscrewed her lingual member around inside the tight, juicy passage until Barbie began to shriek with the sheer pleasure of it all. Her cries turned Carol on even more and she suddenly felt a torrent of love juice begin to stream out of her cunt. Christ! I'm having a fucking orgasm just from eating Barbie! Far out!
Barbie herself was still a few minutes away from a climax of her own but, as she reveled in the sensations being evoked by Carol's fantastic tongue work, a loud buzzing sound cut through the noise of the shower and the redhead's frantic slurping and sucking.
"Oh, shit!," moaned Barbie, opening her eyes and quickly snapping out of the dreamlike state she'd slipped into during Carol's loving soap and mouth assault on her body. Carol withdrew her tongue from the girl's pussy and looked up quizzically. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on the rest of this little ballgame!," Barbie said with a disappointed laugh, "That buzzer means I've got barely enough time to get my ass out to the airport!"
Carol stood up and grimaced. Barbie knew exactly what her friend was thinking and she kissed the redhead warmly and then laughed, "Hey, it's cool! There's nothing I like better than flying across the country with a case of the galloping hots!"
"But you were almost there, Barb!," Carol said as the brunette started to leave the shower. "Another few minutes won't make any difference. Let me finish what I started."
Barbie grinned affectionately at the gorgeous redhead, "You know me, Carol. I'm always 'almost there'--so I've had to learn to handle being horny most of the time. But I've really got to move or Den-grove will have my ass in a sling!"
Carol laughed and followed Barbie out of the shower and stood watching her as the curvaceous brunette vigorously towelled herself off, giggling as the girl's large, firm tits bounced up and down crazily from the rough treatment they were receiving.
Ten minutes later Carol was sitting on the edge of Barbie's circular bed, munching on a danish pastry and watching her ravishing roommate dress hurriedly. Barbie stepped into a pair of sheer, low-cut bikini panties and pulled them up quickly until they settled with a snap of elastic on her slim hips. The tiny garment was so sheer and tight fitting that Barbie's brown-thatched pubic mound bulged out impudently against the material.
Carol's eyes registered surprise as Barbie walked to her dresser and returned with a brassiere. "What the hell are you wearing that damn thing for?," she asked with a laugh, "Don't tell me they revoked the rule about not having to wear one as long as 'one's nipples do not protrude or one's breasts do not move about in a suggestive manner'--quote unquote!"
Barbie trapped her firm tits in the cups of the bra and reached behind her back to fasten it. She chuckled and began to slip into the chic Triangle Airlines' blue and gold pants suit which clung to every curve of her young body like a second skin.
She paused for a moment and looked at Carol, "The day they revoke that rule is the day I hit American up for a job!," she said with a grin, "I'm wearing it for protection, babe! Protection!"
Carol looked puzzled. "Protection?" she repeated, getting off the bed and following Barbie out into the living room where the brunette picked up her small travelling case. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Barbie hugged the redhead and kissed her goodbye. "I guess you were still half-asleep when I told you just who'd chartered the flight. A team of horny, hefty football players!" Carol grinned and nodded her head in understanding.
Barbie headed for the front door of the apartment and looked back over her shoulder, "Hell, if they can wear shoulder pads and shit like that, I can wear a bra! It might not stop them completely, but it'll slow them down long enough for me to make an end run around them!" Barbie giggled, "And remember, what with so few chicks wearing bras these days, most guys don't know the first thing about taking them off!"
Carol laughed and walked over to the door. "Well, you've always got your reserve defense to fall back on--Dengrove and Neilson! Have a good trip, babe."
Barbie kissed Carol again and opened the door. "Reserve defense, my sweet little ass!," she chuckled, "Knowing those two, they'd probably hold me down as long as the quarterback promised them 'sloppy seconds'!"
With the sound of Carol's melodic laughter ringing her ears, Barbie headed down the hall toward the elevator.
CHAPTER TWO
The sleek, blue and gold Triangle Airlines' modified DC-10 taxied slowly up to its arrival gate at the Detroit airport. Cheers, whistles, and a few groans of "This fucking flight was rougher than the team we're gonna play!" erupted from the large group of college football players aboard the chartered craft.
While the players and their coaches got their carry-on luggage from overhead racks and began heading out the forward door of the plane, Barbie Shore emerged from the cockpit where she'd been going over her in-flight report with Cliff Dengrove. Seeing that the new stewardess, Diana Peters, was already stationed at the door smiling and intoning the ritual "Hope you enjoyed the flight. Hope we see you again... " routine, the brunette slumped down into a seat not far from the exit door.
It had been a busy, but basically uneventful trip. When the husky, horny ball players had come aboard in LA, she'd had fantasies about their possible attempts to involve her and the new stew in some rough and tumble sex games. But there had been a good deal of turbulence during most of the flight and the players had opted for boozing, snoozing, and frequent trips to the washrooms.
En route Captain Dengrove had been advised by-Triangle's head office that they would be staying over in Detroit and then "deadheading" (a trucker's term for an empty run which airline personnel had borrowed) back to Los Angeles in the morning. The football team was staying in Detroit for an extra two days and. would charter another flight for their return home.
The new schedule was fine with Barbie. She hated "turn arounds" because they left everyone drained and wasted by the time they got home. As she sat relaxing in her chair, the girl's eyes wandered to the door where the new stew, Diana, was still smiling and bidding the burly passengers cheery farewells precisely the way she'd been taught to do in training.
Barbie grinned, remembering how gung ho she'd been when her career as a stewardess had begun. On the flight out she'd been so busy teaching Diana the ropes that she hadn't really had a chance to just sit back and size up the new girl.
Diana was eighteen and looked like the epitome of the all-American cheerleader; long, silky blond hair; adorable face and dazzling white teeth; and a beautifully proportioned body that wouldn't quit. Barbie eyed the girl critically. Her breasts were full, high-standing globes which threatened to burst out of the form-fitting white jersey she wore under her pants suit jacket. They're probably as big as mine, Barbie thought to herself in admiration.
Barbie chuckled to herself as she saw one of the departing players slyly cop a feel from Diana, slipping his ham-sized hand quickly beneath her pants suit jacket and fondling the girl's pert, nicely rounded buttocks. The young woman deftly moved aside, smiled through gritted teeth, and the young ballplayer exited the plane.
Barbie's gaze was fixed on Diana's large, blue eyes which sparkled and flashed with goodwill and seemingly wide-eyed innocence. The older, worldly stewardess wasn't fooled by Diana's seeming straightness and innocence. The girl might not be all that experienced when it came to sex, but she wasn't any shy little virgin either.
Barbie's opinion stemmed from a brief encounter between Diana and Captain Dengrove when they'd first met at the airport in Los Angeles. While Dengrove graciously gave the new girl a brief rundown on cockpit procedures, Barbie had noticed the way Diana had looked at the handsome pilot and when, in the close quarters of the cockpit, Dengrove's muscular body had bumped into Diana, the young girl's blue eyes had flashed with unmistakable--if momentary--desire. Dengrove, cool as usual, had pretended he wasn't aware of the impact his charismatic sexual charm had had on the new stewardess.
As the last of the passengers departed the plane, Barbie wondered whether Diana swung both ways-- a thought which she readily admitted to herself confirmed her own sexual interest in the adorable girl. But, believing firmly in "organic flow," Barbie was content to just play things as they lay.
Just then a pair of strong, masculine hands appeared from behind her and casually cupped her large, bra-encased tits. She jumped slightly with surprise, but didn't bother turning around: she knew who was there. "Wiley," she said in a droll tone of voice, "Please don't squeeze the fruit!"
The boyish-looking junior pilot released Barbie's boobs and laughed as he came around to face her, "Sorry, o sweet Princess of the Pristine! Never again shall these horny claws sully the sacred tits of the sacred cow!"
Barbie laughed at the slightly spaced-out pilot and stood up from the chair. "Don't make promises I might not want you to keep," she chuckled mischievously.
Wiley's eyes widened in mock triumph, "Does that mean you've decided to ravage my pure, innocent bod?," he said, panting like a dog who'd just run the four-minute mile.
Barbie impulsively kissed him and laughed at the happy-go-lucky young stud's antic behavior. "Let's just say I haven't decided not to ravage you!," she teased.
The door of the cockpit opened and Cliff Dengrove emerged. He grinned at Barbie and Wiley and the three of them joined Diana who was standing at the door, flight bag in hand. "The Captain would be delighted to treat the crew to dinner," Dengrove announced in a mock-formal manner. "Dessert is optional and is left to the decision of each individual," he added straight faced. But Barbie and Wiley Neil-son both noticed the brief look of excitement which flashed across Diana's face. They exchanged knowing glances, but said nothing.
With Dengrove in the lead, the four crew members made their way out of the plane and into the terminal. While Wiley joked and carried on in his usual manner, Barbie kept her attention on Dengrove and Diana--particularly the luscious young stewardess. It was obvious to the hip brunette that sooner or later Dengrove and the pert, bubbly blonde would get it on together, and her instincts told her it would be sooner.
The casual foursome walked out of the main terminal and Dengrove gallantly opened the door of a waiting cab while the driver put the group's small amount of luggage into the trunk. "Does Women's Lib doctrine allow for a little dose of good, old-fashioned chivalry?," he chuckled. Barbie just grinned and climbed into the back of the cab, but Diana paused, her pert ass sticking up impudently, and looked over her shoulder at the grinning Dengrove, "A small dose of just about anything from you, Cliff, is fine with me," she said quietly in a husky, sexy tone. "And if you think that's a come-on from a liberated woman--that's fine with me."
Dengrove laughed and followed Diana into the back of the cab. Barbie, who'd heard the girl's leading remarks, just grinned quietly to herself. It was already coming out into the open, she thought to herself.
Wiley jumped into the front seat and saluted the driver, a pudgy man of about fifty who bore a remarkable resemblance to Buddy Hackett. "Hit your joystick!," Wiley commanded with a chuckle. "Get this heap air-borne!"
The driver maneuvered the cab away from the curb and threw a sly glance at the boyish young pilot, "I'll hit my joy stick--if you'll just play with yours and leave the flying to me!" Laughter erupted from the rear of the cab and Wiley joined in good naturedly at the cabby's ribbing remark.
* * *
After a superb dinner at which both Dengrove and Wiley spun out funny, exaggerated stories about their flying experiences, the foursome headed for their hotel near the airport. There had been a mix-up in their reservations, and, because a large convention was going on in the hotel, they were forced to double up. Barbie and Diana in one room, Dengrove and Wiley in an adjoining one.
As they stepped out of the elevator and headed for the rooms, Barbie's mind was working overtime. Once again circumstances beyond her control seemed to be nudging things organically toward a situation she'd expected would occur, but wouldn't have dreamt of actually trying to make happen.
The possibilities of the night ahead seemed endless: she and Diana sharing a room, Dengrove and Wiley right next door. Diana's hots for Dengrove were apparent and Wiley's desire to make it with her was a long-standing fact. Barbie fantasized actively as the group walked down the long, carpeted corridor. Diana and Dengrove? Me and Wiley? Me and Diana? The horny young brunette felt her mental and physical juices churning and bubbling inside; she was game for anything, given the fact that Wiley, Dengrove, and Diana all appealed to her sexually and as people. The key to whatever might or might not happen lay with the new stewardess and exactly where her head was at. Barbie shivered deliciously at the intriguing possibilities which lay ahead.
Arriving at the rooms, the girls said goodnight to Dengrove and Wiley, thanking them both for one dynamite dinner since Wiley had insisted on splitting the check with Dengrove. But, casual as the amenities were, Barbie felt a definite tension among them. For a moment she thought it might be the product of her fantasizing, but a sly wink from Wiley confirmed that something nonverbal was going down. She grinned to herself as she followed Diana into their room.
"Far out! It's nicer than I expected--considering that the airline's paying the bill!" Barbie chuckled at the new girl's enthusiasm, remembering how it had all seemed like an adventure to her when she first started flying. She looked around casually as the exuberant Diana flopped down on the large bed and bounced childishly up and down. Aside from the bed Diana was fooling around on, the room boasted little more except for a second, smaller bed and the usual lamps and square paintings on the walls. What interested Barbie the most was the double connecting door between their room and that of the pilots. She wondered if it would be used tonight.
"Hey Barbie! Come on over here and try out the bed!" Diana's girlish voice brought the brunette out of her momentary reverie and she walked over to join the girl. "What's the point of my checking this one out," she said with a grin, "You seem to have it staked out already."
Diana looked up, her innocent blue eyes flashing mischievously, "Well, you've got seniority, so you should have your pick." The blonde jumped up and quickly removed her jacket and then stretched like a lithe jungle cat. Barbie's eyes widened slightly as she watched the girl's high, firm, jersey-encased breasts thrust out against the light material. She's sure got a terrific pair of boobs, Barbie thought to herself as she started to undress.
Suddenly she felt Diana's eyes upon her and turned to look at the pretty blonde. For a moment neither spoke, but it was obvious that Diana found Barbie as appealing as the older girl did her. "I saw you looking at my boobies," Diana said in a breezy, open manner which caught Barbie somewhat off guard. "Do you go both ways, Barbie?"
Barbie, really floored by the girl's remark, maintained her outer cool, but inside she was as excited as hell. Diana was obviously a lot more sexually liberated than her cheerleaderlike looks and behavior led her (and probably a lot of other people) to believe, unless the girl was making a conscious effort to seem as "hip" as Barbie, Wiley, and Dengrove. Barbie decided to put her to the acid test.
Before replying to the girl's question, the gorgeous brunette slowly shucked off her silk blouse and then removed her blue and gold slacks. Diana watched closely and the girl's eyes registered a combination of desire, admiration, and surprise. The surprise came from finding that Barbie, who'd seemed so open and liberated, was wearing a brassiere. But she didn't say anything as she watched the ravishing brunette unhook the garment and let it fall away from her large, free-standing tits. The young blonde couldn't suppress a slight gasp at the sight of the delectable, pink-tipped globes which swayed and jiggled gently as Barbie moved.
Standing up, Barbie looked the girl straight In the eye, "I heard you looking at my boobies,!" she said with a sexy laugh, bringing a slight blush to the younger girl's face. "As for your question the answer is--if and when I feel like it." Barbie went on quickly without waiting for a response. "But turnabout is fair play, Diana. Do you swing both ways?"
There was a moment's silence as the blonde, her eyes still on Barbie, quickly stripped off her white jersey, freeing her full breasts. This time it was Barbie's turn to gasp in admiration. Diana's tits were every bit as beautiful as she'd imagined them to be, full, taut skinned, and boasting the largest nipples Barbie had ever seen! The aureoles were the size of half-dollars and the pinkish-brown nipples were as big as marbles. Barbie's mouth was dry and she could feel her crotch getting a little moist. The girl was some turn-on!
Then Barbie broke the silence with a laugh, "Looks like this has turned into a tit-staring contest!"
Diana giggled and then suddenly turned serious as she stood face to face with the older girl, feeling the sexual attraction between them coming directly out into the open. She seemed a little nervous and Barbie picked up on it, "Relax, babe. It's completely natural for women to admire each other's bodies. But you still haven't answered my question."
Diana started to speak and then stopped, her face turning a deep scarlet. "You're probably gonna think I'm square, but the truth is that I don't go both ways." She saw the look of disappointment which flashed briefly across Barbie's face and rushed on, "Don't get me wrong, Barbie! I should have said that I haven't gone both ways--but I think I want to." She paused, took a deep breath, and then continued, "That's not true. I don't think I want to--I damn well know I do!"
Barbie was about to move closer, to take the delectable young blonde into her arms, when there was a rap at the door connecting their room with Dengrove's and Wiley's.
As the brunette turned to answer it, Diana, a look of disappointment on her face, took Barbie's arm and whispered "To be continued?" in a hopeful tone. Barbie smiled gently, kissed the girl softly and fleetingly on her full, naturally red lips, and then started for the door.
Diana, thrilled and reassured by Barbie's kiss, called out to her as the brunette moved toward the door, "We're both half-naked! Shouldn't we... " Her words trailed off as Barbie turned and laughed, "Hell! Knowing those two crazy flyboys, I wouldn't be surprised if they both walked in here in their fucking birthday suits--with their pricks at attention!
But if you want me to wait until you slip something on I'll be glad to."
Diana ran over to where Barbie was standing, her luscious young tit-globes bouncing up and down as she moved. "I'm no prude!," she said forcefully, "Open the fucking door!"
Barbie grinned to herself and started to turn the door handle just as another knock--more insistent this time--was heard. "Hold on, we're coming!," she yelled with a laugh. From behind the double doors Wiley's muffled laughter could be heard, "Really? Well, maybe I should try you guys later!"
Diana giggled at Wiley's suggestive remark as Barbie opened the door. Wiley, sauntered in nonchalantly wearing only a pair of European-style men's bikini shorts and carrying two faint joints of grass in his hand. Another dangled from his mouth, the pungent smell quickly filling the girl's room.
He walked to the large bed and sat down. Barbie and Diana sat on either side of the young pilot who immediately handed the lit joint to Barbie, "Just thought you guys might like a little nightcap," he said impishly, his eyes flicking from Barbie's tits to Diana's.
Wiley watched as Barbie took a deep drag on the grass and handed it to Diana. "I see we're all evenly attired," Wiley observed innocently. Then, assuming a "gay" voice, he added, "But I must say you girls have it all over me in the boob department! Look at mine. Tiny! Tiny! Tiny!" He stamped his foot in mock-fury, "No matter what I try--creams, hormone treatment--they just won't grow!"
The girls both laughed uproariously at the antics of the cosmic jet jockey. "Where's Cliff?," Barbie asked, looking toward the connecting door. Wiley grinned to himself as he saw a flash of pure lust leap into Diana's blue eyes at the mention of the senior pilot.
Wiley assumed a somber, almost sad expression, "Poor Cliff says he's very tired. Says he's just gonna lie on his bed and hope that some merciful angel-preferably of the female persuasion--will appear out of nowhere to cool his fevered brow and tuck him into bed."
It was silent for a long moment as the three passed the joint around, but Barbie could almost see the wheels turning in Diana's head. She's going to make a move--and soon!, she thought to herself. Which leaves me with Wiley. She cast a discreet glance at the pilot's crotch. He had what seemed to be a partial erection and his genitals bulged out against the sheer cloth of his tiny underpants. Barbie chuckled to herself, He tries to be so fucking cool! But he's as horny as a snake during mating season.
Barbie was more than a little turned on by Wiley. She'd always found him sexually attractive, but things had never come together naturally and they'd never made it together. But, she knew that tonight was different. The flow was casual, light hearted, and organic. And, besides that, she was horny beyond belief. The session with Carol seemed like ages ago and, although it had been satisfying and exciting as always, Barbie longed for a man's cock stroking sweetly in and out of her moist little honey hole.
Wiley had fired up a second joint and Diana was dragging on it voraciously. After exhaling the pungent smoke, the adorable young blond sex kitten stood up from the bed very casually. Wiley and Barbie, the grass having worked its magic, smiled up at her lazily.
"I thought It might be nice to lay a little of this dynamite weed on our captain," she announced as nonchalantly as possible, but she didn't fool Barbie or Wiley. They just grinned knowingly and Diana began to blush again.
"Why that's a real considerate idea," drawled Wiley, winking at Barbie, "Should have thought of that myself."
Diana, realizing full well that Wiley and Barbie knew where her head was at, stuck out her tongue impudently, "I got stuck with a couple of put-on artists, I see! With that she headed for the door with Wiley and Barbie's lazy laughter ringing in her ears.
As Diana walked through the connecting doors, leaving both of them somewhat ajar, Wiley turned on the bed to look directly at Barbie. The brunette, however, her dark eyes mirroring her pent-up sexual tension, didn't give Wiley a chance to say anything, "Fun time is over, flyboy!," she whispered in a urgent, husky tone, "What I want to do right now is suck your cock! Suck it and make it so fucking hard that when you shove it into me it'll feel like a cast-iron pussy-poker!"
With that, Barbie quickly slid down off the side of the bed and knelt in front of the speechless young stud. He'd waited a long time to get it on with this delicious girl and now that that time had come. Barbie's passionate aggressiveness turned him on tremendously, and he could feel his sphincter muscle tighten involuntarily and his semi-erect cock begin to twitch.
Barbie slid her hands under the man's hard, little buttocks and began tugging at his underpants. Wiley lifted his ass slightly to help, and Barbie growled low in her throat as she yanked the tight-fitting bikini-style shorts down over Wiley's ass and crotch.
The voluptuous brunette began to salivate with pure desire as Wiley's cock and huge, sperm-laden balls came into view. She literally tore the pants from his body and Wiley wisely (and contentedly) remained seated calmly on the side of the big bed. He loved women who weren't locked into traditional passive roles.
And there sure as hell wasn't anything passive about the way Barbie was spreading his muscular legs wide apart so as to gain ready and full access to his genital area. Wiley, mesmerized, watched as Barbie licked her full lips with a quick, vicious swipe of her long, pink tongue as she prepared to pay more than lip service to the pilot's cock and balls.
The horny stewardess moved between Wiley's wide-spread legs and nuzzled her face against the thick curly hair of his crotch. Then, with no warning, she took his flaccid cock--and his balls--and greedily stuffed them completely into her hungry mouth. Wiley groaned with pleasure as his genitals were enveloped in the warm, wet silkiness of the girl's oral cavity.
Barbie began to work her tongue in a maddeningly teasing manner over and around his cockhead, lashing the sensitive crown of his organ with the hard tip of her tongue and simultaneously sucking his balls until they ached with desire. Wiley squirmed around as Barbie's full-out assault on his genitals drove him up the wall. He could feel his limp cock begin to swell and rise and he gaped in wonder as Barbie managed to keep everything stuffed within her wildly working mouth, her cheeks bulging out obscenely. Wiley had been pretty horny when he'd entered the girls' room, but now he was quickly approaching a point where "horny' just wasn't a strong enough word to express just how excited he was.
A wild, orgiastic female shriek, emanating from the other room, sent wild shivers coursing through Wiley and Barbie's body. The brunette paused, her mouth stuffed with the junior pilot's genitalia, and grinned up at Wiley whose face was contorted with pleasure. It seemed that things were developing nicely (and quickly!) between the beautiful Diana and the handsome, laid-back Dengrove. Another shriek, followed by a low, masculine moan jolted Barbie back into action.
She allowed Wiley's ballooning cock to slip partially out of her mouth and she began to slide her honeyed, ovaled lips up and down the length of the hardening cockshaft. Wiley's massive balls popped out of Barbie's oral cavity and swung back and forth before slamming against the girl's bobbing chin with a smack! Wiley, his passions running rampant, reached down and buried his hands in Barbie's silky hair. He gripped her tightly and tugged her head so that it was forced even closer to his crotch. The girl was sucking him off with a sophistication and frenzy that he'd always suspected she was capable of--and now it was happening! But he knew that if she persisted for very much longer he'd blow his load straight into that sucking, suctioning mouth!
Barbie was only too aware of Wiley's state of excitement. As her lips slid down the vein-popping length of his fully erect prick she could feel it pulsating and jerking with increasing intensity. She had no aversion to his coming in her mouth, but that would have to wait until later. At the moment all she could think of was feeling Wiley's long, thick log ramming and plunging its way into her wet, greedy, little love grotto. Later she'd give him a slow, tantalizing blow-job which would have him screaming with ecstasy, but right now she had to slake her own sexual thirst. Since Wiley would be the one to slake it, Barbie felt no pangs of selfishness whatsoever. Sometimes a fast, hard, wild fuck was preferable to a slow, drawn-out bout of love-making--and this was definitely one of those times!
The groans and female shrieks from the other room were increasing in volume and intensity and they served as a catalyst for the red-hot lust of the wildly sucking brunette. She lunged forward with her head, driving every last millimeter of Wiley's rock-hard cock deep into her throat until her lips brushed against his wiry pubic hair. Then, ever so slowly, she withdrew; her ovaled, suctioning lips sliding easily back up the slippery, twitching shaft of Wiley's tumescent member.
Barbie, her lips and face glistening, let the bulbous, purplish head pop out of her mouth and she grunted in satisfaction as she watched the freed organ spring up and slap with a resounding, erotic sound against the pilot's flat belly. He was ready!
"Jesus, Barbie! I thought you were going to chew the fucking thing right off!," Wiley said as Barbie, a smoky look in her dark eyes, quickly scrambled to her feet and literally ripped her lace-trimmed panties from her body. Wiley gasped at the sight of the girl's beautiful pubic bush, a chestnut-colored profusion of curly, moist hair covering a deliciously prominent love mound. Barbie's crimson, crinkled labial lips shone like some sexual beacon and Wiley felt his stomach churning with desire. But it was Barbie's game (this time!), so he remained rooted to his seat on the edge of the bed.
Barbie, a wild, lust-crazed grin suffusing her features, stood between Wiley's legs and then she reached out and gently pushed the man backward onto the bed. "It's rape time, Wiley!," she hissed sensually, "I'm going to ride that cock of yours as if it were a prize stallion!" She chuckled as she climbed up onto the bed and crouched between his legs. She looked down at the man's rigid, twitching cock which stood straight up from his crotch like a tent pole.
Wiley's eyes bugged out as he watched the luscious brunette straddle his legs, holding the base of his cock in one small, but strong hand. He could see right up into her pussy gash and what he saw made his cock jump and jerk spasmodically. Barbie's pussy lips, glistening with sexual secretions, were spread wide apart and Wiley gasped as he looked directly into the tight little honey hole which his cock would be ravaging any moment now.
"To use a phrase long used by men, Wiley, lie back quietly and enjoy it!," crooned Barbie as she began to lower herself down over his body. A moment later the large, bulbous head of the man's cock was brushing gently against the girl's pubic thatch. Guiding the large member with her hand, Barbie slipped the head of the cock between her moist pussy lips and began to slide it up and down the furrow. She shivered and moaned with delight as the cock knob rubbed against her erect clitoris on every upswing, sending jolts of sexual electricity racing through her fevered brain and body.
She couldn't wait any longer to have Wiley's delectable sugar stick filling her snatch, so she quickly guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her already spasming cunt. Inhaling deeply, she slowly lowered herself down, watching as the bulbous cock crown slipped easily into the tight hole and began to disappear up into her eager, hungry channel.
She let herself drop like a stone until the entire length of Wiley's penis was firmly lodged deep within the silken, wet confines of her cunt. Her ass came to rest on his muscular upper thighs and their pubic jungles mingled and intertwined. "I knew you had a gorgeous pussy!," Wiley exclaimed, "But I never figured it to be so fucking tight! You've got a schoolgirl's snatch!"
"But a woman's head!" Barbie said with a sexy, deep-throated chuckle, wriggling her ass around and around on Wiley's impaled cock. Then she slowly rose on her haunches and Wiley gasped as he watched the slimy, juice-coated shaft of his cock emerge inch by agonizingly pleasurable inch from the girl's pussy. Barbie's cunt Lips, crimson and sparkling with love dew, gripped the sides of his cock tightly as if reluctant to relinquish the succulent sex log.
Then, with no advance warning, Barbie lunged downward with a ferocity and intensity that took both her and Wiley's breath away. His cock rapidly disappeared back into the grasping grotto of Barbie's clasping vaginal corridor until, with a resounding smack, her ass slammed against the man's taut thighs. "Bide me, Barbie, ride me like fucking crazy!," Wiley gasped as he felt his control begin to slip away from him. "I don't know how long I can hold back!"
Barbie, her face flushed and her large tits bouncing and swinging crazily on her chest, looked down at Wiley and hissed, "Don't worry, babe! I'm so close to coming myself that anytime you spill your load is just fine with me!"
Then the girl began to skewer herself up and down the slippery cockshaft with increasing speed and intensity until she was moving with incredible speed and full-blown passion. Wiley, no longer able to remain passive, began to buck his pelvis up against the girl on each of her wild downward plunges, sending the head of his cock slamming violently against Barbie's cervix. "ARGGHHHI THATS THE WAY, WILEY! SLAM THAT COCKPOLE RIGHT UP INTO MY BELLY!" the girl screamed, rising and falling like a woman possessed.
A wild, high-pitched scream of ecstasy from the other room signalled that Diana had reached the heights of her own sexual release and her orgasmic vocalizing spurred Barbie and Wiley on to their own inevitable madly humping conclusion.
Wiley winced with a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure as he felt the double set of vaginal muscles contract tightly around his deeply imbedded penis as Barbie brought every bit of her erotic, cock-clenching technique into play. The pilot felt the pressure in his aching, come-laden testicles build to a point where ejaculation was mere moments away. "GET READY, BARBIE!" he yelled, thrusting his hips up against her plunging lower body, "I'M GOING TO SPILL MY LOAD! AHHHl HERE IT COMES!"
Barbie cut loose with a bansheelike scream of sheer animal pleasure as she felt the first powerful spurts of semen burst from the tiny hole in the tip of Wiley's cock and splatter soothingly against the walls of her cunt. "ME TOO! ME TOO!," she shouted in triumph and excitement, "OOOHHHH!
I'M GOING TO DIE! IT FEELS LIKE MY IN-SIDES ARE COMING APART!"
As the full force of her ferocious orgasm blasted in a blaze of colors and incredibly erotic sensations in her lust-inflamed brain, the wildly fucking young stewardess suddenly felt weak. She fell forward, Wiley's cock relentlessly hosing what seemed to her like quarts of hot, sticky come into her own free-flowing cunt.
Barbie's hard-nippled tits crushed against Wiley's hairy chest and she screamed as the blood-filled, supersensitive little tit knobs came in contact with the wiry hair and sent excruciatingly pleasurable spasms of pure sensation coursing through her body. They humped together frantically, groaning and yelling out their sexual release like a couple of wildly rutting animals. Finally, their mouths locked together in a passionate, tongue-dueling kiss, their bodies slowed and their long, blissful slide down the other side of the climactic mountain they'd scaled together began.
Moments later Barbie, still lying on top of Wiley, whose quiescent cock soaked in the juices of her still spasming cunt, sighed and closed her eyes. Wiley stroked the girls sweaty, silken-skinned back for several minutes as they both cooled off emotionally.
Then, with a mischievous giggle, Barbie leapt up from her prone position on top of the young pilot and stood, swaying slightly, on the bed. Her full, taut-nippled breasts swayed deliriously and a small river of mingled semen and female sex syrup oozed from her pussy and spattered onto the already juice-soaked sheet.
Wiley opened his eyes and looked up at the girl who towered over his body, "What's on that devious little mind of yours?," he asked with a wry chuckle. Then he raised his hand as if to cut off any reply from Barbie, "Let old Wiley Neilson put his super-psychic powers to the supreme test! I have the feeling that you want to amble on into the other room and stir things up a bit! True?" Barbie giggled again and nodded her head.
Just then a long, drawn-out wail wafted in from the other room and, grinning like school kids, Barbie and Wiley, his flaccid cock flopping between his legs, scrambled out of the bed and made a beeline for the pilots' bedroom.
They quickly made their way between the double set of connecting doors and walked to the large bed where Dengrove and Diana were engaged in a bit of love-play which brought gasps from Barbie and Wiley. Diana was literally standing on her head with her back propped up against the wall at the top of the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart and Cliff Dengrove, standing between them, was voraciously sucking and lapping at the girl's blond-bushed pussy. As he speared his long tongue in and out of the girl's carmine-lipped cunt, Diana was hungrily sucking the pilot's cock which dangled down just far enough for the blonde to get a firm grip on it with a tiny hand.
It was Diana who first noticed that Barbie and Wiley had entered the room and were now standing, mouths agape, watching the incredible scene going down. The young stewardess whipped Dengrove's cock from her juice-dribbling mouth and giggled, "Hey, Captain Fantastic, we've got company! A couple of horny voyeurs!"
Dengrove pulled his come-smeared face away from the blonde's gaping, fur-lined snatch and turned his head. Spying Wiley (whose cock was starting to rise again, given the insane horniness of the scene) and Barbie, the suave senior pilot moved away and Diana, with a slight groan of disappointment, tumbled down from the wall and wound up lying flat on her face on the sheet. Dengrove playfully slapped the pert, beautifully rounded cheeks of the girl's up-thrust ass, "That's no way to treat company!," he jokingly admonished, "Turn over and welcome our guests my darling young Diana."
Everyone laughed as the lithe young blonde rolled over and looked up at Wiley and Barbie, her full breasts thrusting invitingly into the air. "Welcome aboard Triangle Airlines' charter flight to the moon," she said in her "professional" voice, bringing laughter from the others. "This should be a most interesting flight," the girl continued with a perfectly straight face, "We feature coffee, tea, marijuana, and me!"
Barbie's eyes met Diana's and a quick exchange confirmed to both of them that their mutual attraction to each other was still intact. Dengrove, shrewd and always observant, noticed the looks and grinned to himself. His own cock was semierect and he saw that Wiley's was in about the same state. He looked at Barbie and winked. Then he turned to Diana and spoke in a soft, persuasive manner, "I think your wish is about to come true, if you want it to," he began. Diana's eyes widened with excitement, she knew exactly what Dengrove was leading up to, but she wanted to hear him say it out loud to everyone. "Diana confided her desire to... ah... indulge in a little erotic experimentation with a woman--something she's never tried before," Dengrove announced.
Wiley's eyes flicked from one beautiful girl to the other and he felt a tightening in his groin. Aside from fucking and sucking until he was satiated, the young pilot loved nothing more than watching a couple of gorgeous women getting it on together. And if Diana and Barbie decided to make it, there would an added erotic bonus. Diana hadn't done it before and Wiley knew that Barbie would pull out all the stops in her "initiation" of the adorable blonde into the world of bisexual love-making.
Barbie slowly climbed up on to the bed and lay down beside Diana. Wiley joined Dengrove on the far side of the bed and the two men quietly waited to see what would develop.
Barbie gently and slowly let a hand trail down over Diana's upthrusting full breasts, causing the girl to shiver involuntarily, and then the older girl's hand was insinuating itself between the slightly parted legs of the luscious young blonde. "Only if you really want to," Barbie whispered into Diana's ear, letting her tongue snake out briefly to lick the sensitive orifice.
The blond girl's blue eyes flashed and gleamed with repressed excitement. "Only if you want to!," Barbie had whispered. Christ! She wanted to more than anything and the idea of Dengrove and Wiley watching only intensified her excitement. Dengrove had proven to be ever bit the consummate lover she'd heard he was and, for the past hour, they'd balled their asses off until her pussy ached.
But this would be different. Another woman would be lavishing affection on her still volatile young cunt and she knew instinctively that Den-grove's expert tonguing and mouthing of her sex center would prove to be no match for Barbie's prowess, partially because women are inherently more subtle than men and partially because it would be such a novel, thrilling experience--her first sexual encounter with a woman!
She turned on her side and her full breasts rubbed and pushed up against Barbie's gorgeous, hard-nippled globes. Diana tentatively kissed the older girl, letting her tongue shoot into Barbie's mouth for a moment, and then looked into the brunette's soulful dark eyes, "Promise you won't laugh. I'll probably be as clumsy as hell until I get the hang of it," she whispered.
Barbie kissed her gently, but passionately, and then laughed huskily, "No way, Diana! You're not the clumsy type--judging from what I saw when I first came in here! Just play it by ear and everything will be beautiful. Dig?" Diana smiled gratefully at Barbie's encouraging, reassuring manner. She loved this girl--a girl she'd met only hours earlier.
Overcome by excitement and growing emotion, Diana hugged Barbie's warm, voluptuous body close to her own. She took a deep breath and then, seeking out the older girl's full mouth with her own, sent her hot, pink tongue thrusting wildly into Barbie's oral cavity. Diana shivered as her lingual member explored the warm, moist cavern. It was like honey, a hive in which her tongue buzzed around like a horny worker bee.
Barbie kissed back with passion and subtlety, gradually stroking the pent-up sexual fires of the young blond stewardess. She knew it had to be perfect for Diana and she was determined to do everything in her power to see that it was.
Wiley and Dengrove sat transfixed, watching the two beautiful young women writhing around in each other's arms. The pilots, cocks in hands, almost absent-mindedly played with their own pricks which were in full erection as Barbie and Diana began to roll over and over until the supple-bodied brunette wound up lying directly on top of the squirming, panting Diana.
Barbie's slim hand slipped between the blonde's slightly parted legs and her long fingers toyed teasingly with the profusion of golden pubic hair covering the girl's luscious, pink-lipped pussy. Diana moaned and let her tanned, slim legs part even more, purposely exposing her most private parts to the ministrations of her first female lover. She felt incredible! She felt as though she were floating, floating...
CHAPTER THREE
Cliff Dengrove stretched as much as the confines of the jet's cockpit would permit, yawned, and checked his watch. Three more hours! This had to be one of the longest, most boring days of his career. An independent movie producer had chartered the Triangle 747 for eight hours, needing the plane to shoot several scenes for a movie involving hijacking-among other things. The producer had requested that a "suave, handsome pilot," be supplied with the craft and the assignment had gone to Dengrove.
For the past five hours he'd lounged around the first-class cabin watching the filming and about an hour before the director had finally gotten around to shooting Dengrove's "big scene"--a shot of the handsome senior pilot reacting with horror and amazement as a "hijacker" waved a gun in his face and commanded him to "... fly the craft directly to Uganda!"
Dengrove chuckled to himself. The entire "scene" had lasted about ten seconds, but the director had insisted on at least fifteen "takes." Dengrove could hear muffled voices coming from the main passenger cabin and he assumed the director was setting up another scene.
The pilot checked his watch again. He wished this whole ridiculous business was done with. He was paid by Triangle to fly their jets, not to simply sit in the cockpit and "pretend." He closed his eyes and thought about Diana. The blond young stew was flying in from New Orleans on another charter and he had a date with her tonight. It would be the first time they'd been together since that wild night in Detroit a week ago.
He could feel his cock stir beneath his uniform slacks as the images of the girl's ecstatic face and gorgeous body flooded the mental movie theatre of his mind. He was seeing Diana as she'd lain spread-eagled on the bed, writhing and screaming with passion as Barbie brought her to one roaring orgasm after another with her skilled tongue and hands. Incredible! Dengrove felt his cock twitch and jerk as jumbled images raced through his mind; Barbie licking and sucking Diana's golden-fleeced cunt until rivers of sex syrup poured out like water from a broken dam; Diana managing to bring the experienced Barbie to climax by cramming an entire slim hand deep inside the brunette's blast-furnace snatch until the hotel room was filled with moans, screams, and gasps of sheer, unadulterated lust.
Dengrove grinned as he remembered how the evening had ended. After watching Barbie initiate Diana into the erotic pleasures of lesbian love-making until both girls were literally exhausted, Dengrove and Wiley could stand it no longer. For close to two hours they'd sat on the bed watching Barbie and Diana go at it hammer and tongs, and Dengrove chuckled to himself as he flashed a mental picture of his and Wiley's cock standing straight up in the air like twin flagpoles swaying back and forth in a high wind. Finally, when the girls had paused between orgasms, Dengrove had winked at Wiley and the two super-homy pilots had jumped on the girls like dogs on raw meat. It had been insane! Wiley took Diana from behind while Dengrove had rammed his cock deep into Barbie, shooting his load within seconds. Then the foursome had settled down to some serious love-making which had encompassed virtually every combination and had lasted until dawn.
But Dengrove's memories centered largely around the luscious Diana. As sexy and sophisticated as Barbie was, the young blond had stirred the fires of his lust like no woman had in a long time. He couldn't wait to see her again; to feast on that sleek, incredibly lithe young body; to fuck her and ream her out until she screamed for mercy...
A polite rapping on the cockpit door roused the horny senior pilot from his erotic reverie. "Come in," he said, twisting around in his seat as the door opened and the young assistant director, clipboard in hand, poked his head inside the cockpit. The young man was grinning and he winked conspiratorially at Dengrove.
"Captain, the director thought you might like to watch this last scene."
Dengrove smiled a bit wearily, "Thanks, but I think I've had it with movie-making for the time being. All those takes and retakes make it a bit boring for someone like me who's not in your business and doesn't appreciate the nuances of camera angles and stuff like that."
The young man chuckled, "This scene's a bit different. Very little 'nuance'-but a whole lot of sex." Dengrove's eyes gleamed mischievously like a little boy's. "In this scene," the young assistant director continued, "The woman hijacker forces her... ah... affections on a lady passenger. We're shooting it for the European market which means ..
Dengrove grinned and rose from his seat. "I know what that means," he said with a wry grin. "No simulation, right? The real-or should I say 'reel'-- thing?"
The young man grinned as he moved back toward the main passenger cabin with Dengrove close behind. "A bad pun, Captain Dengrove, but you're right. No simulation. And no retakes. The director is just going to let this one roll. He's looking for real spontaneity."
As they entered the main cabin the young man guided Dengrove to a position behind the cameras which afforded the pilot of a perfect vantage point. The director, noticing Dengrove, smiled briefly and then turned his attention back to two young actresses, one of whom was outfitted in battle fatigues and held a submachine gun cradled in her arms. She was a pretty girl of about twenty-five and her looks reminded Dengrove of Barbie.
But it was the other girl who caused the pilot's eyes to widen. She could have been Diana's twin sister, blond, blue-eyed, innocent-looking, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. She was reclining languidly across a row of seats listening to the director's instructions.
The director, a wiry, nervous, little man, was talking rapidly. "Now Sarah, you hold the gun on her and grin a bit weirdly as though you might seem crazy enough to use that gun if you don't get your way." The actress nodded and the director turned his attention to the blond actress reclining on the row of seats, "Cherie, you're scared, but you're intrigued by Sarah. She appeals to you sexually, but your pride and indignation won't allow you to admit it even to yourself. So you submit to Sarah and gradually your body takes over from your mind until you've completely forgotten that Sarah's a hijacker and is just a woman who turns you on incredibly." The director looked from one actress to the other, "Okay, shall we go for broke?" They both nodded and a hush fell over the small crew.
Dengrove watched with fascination as the two actresses prepared to do the strange, but believable, scene. While the director held a brief, whispered conference with his cameraman, the pilot studied the blond actress carefully. Her resemblance to Diana wasn't as striking as he'd first thought, but the fact that the brunette--Sarah--was going to make love to her brought the scene between Barbie and Diana in the Detroit hotel room flooding back into his mind. It was art imitating life and Dengrove felt as though he were caught in some crazy limbo between fantasy and reality. "Action!" The director's sharp command jerked Dengrove to attention and he watched intently as the cameras began to roll.
The scene began smoothly with Sarah training the gun on the blond "lady passenger" and grinning wickedly. Gesturing with one hand, the "hijacker" indicated that the blonde should strip. After shooting the brunette a cold, rather frightened look, the blond actress slowly complied.
Without ever taking her eyes off the girl with the gun, the young blond actress began to unbutton her silk blouse with "trembling" hands. Dengrove licked his lips as the girl's full, bra-encased breasts came into view. He could feel his cock stiffen and, for a moment, he wondered if scenes like this had any effect on the jaded director and his crew.
As the blonde reached behind her back to unfasten the bra, Dengrove caught a glimpse of the young assistant director: the man was discreetly rubbing a hand against a prominent bulge in the front of his tight jeans. "So much for artistic detachment!" Dengrove chuckled to himself.
The woman "hijacker" gasped on cue as her "victim's" high-thrusting tits sprang free of the confining brassiere. Dengrove's gasp (which he just managed to stifle) was real! The girl had delectable tits! Large, full, and topped with pinkish-brown nipples the size of silver dollars. He watched as the brunette smiled and reached forward to let the tip of the "gun" brush across the blonde's hard nipples. "Get a move on!,' the brunette hissed. My sentiments exactly, thought Dengrove!
The blonde licked her dry lips and, breasts jiggling erotically, began to unzip her tailored slacks. The cabin was hot and sticky from the lights, but nobody made a sound. The small crew was all caught up in the scene which apparently (thought Dengrove) was going along fine since the director hadn't so much as moved an inch from his position by the side of the camera.
Dengrove's cock felt as though it were about to burst from his pants as the erotic tension of the movie scene built in intensity. The blonde had worked the slacks down over her curvaceous ass and now the garment hung limply around her ankles. The girl with the gun gestured again and the blonde quickly withdrew her feet from the slacks and let the pants slip to the floor.
The blonde was now wearing only a pair of tiny, sheer, lace-trimmed bikini panties and, with the lights beating down on her, Dengrove could make out a patch of golden pubic hair and, for a moment, he imagined he could even see the actress's pink-flanged labial lips.
The blonde slowly raised her pert ass up off the seat and began to slip out of the panties. Dengrove's prick leapt as the girl's entire genital area came into view, accentuated by the brilliant arc lights. As the blonde slipped the tiny garment down over her long, silken-skinned legs, Dengrove looked at the brunette with the fake gun.
The actress was watching her "victim" intently, but Dengrove detected what he was sure was more than just rehearsed expressions passing across her pretty face. The idea that this movie scene just might wind up being totally real excited him beyond belief.
The blonde was now completely nude, her lithe, beautifully proportioned body glistening in the heat of the arc lamps. Her breasts quivered as she let one leg slid off the seat, exposing her crotch area even more. Her pussy lips opened with a slight squishing sound and Dengrove feasted his eyes upon the horny sight.
The actress with the gun moved closer to the seats and then smiled down at the 'lady passenger" who stared back at her with mock defiance. Then the brunette lay the gun down and, her eyes never leaving the blonde, quickly unzipped her battle fatiguelike jump suit. Dengrove's breath quickened as the actress shrugged out of the suit which slid to the floor of the plane with a hissing, sibilant sound.
Everyone in the crew was virtually mesmerized by the sexual tension which seemed to fill the passenger cabin like a thick fog. The brunette wore nothing under her jump suit and Dengrove found his gaze shifting between the blonde and the brunette like a spectator at a tennis match. They were both incredibly voluptuous young women and the pilot couldn't wait to see just how "real" things would get when the brunette forced the blonde to make love with her. He didn't have long to wait.
The brunette licked her lips and advanced slowly on the blonde who cringed and tried to back away, her left leg still dangling down from the seat. The brunette shook her head and gestured toward the nearby "gun" and the blonde registered an expression of "defeat" and sighed heavily.
The brunette's small, but taut-skinned breasts bobbed up and down on her rib cage as she knelt down between the blonde's legs. From his position to one side Dengrove was able to see a side profile of the brunette "hijacker." The actress had the most lusciously rounded ass he'd ever laid eyes on and a thick, verdant patch of brown pubic hair covering a prominent mons.
The blonde moaned as the brunette, with a sly grin, quickly insinuated a finger between the already parted cunt lips of her "victim." Dengrove's prick ached with pent-up desire and the fact that the blond actress resembled Diana didn't make matters any better: he knew that the moment he walked into the young stew's apartment tonight he'd be all over her!
The brunette had three fingers inside the blonde and was working them around and around with a calculated motion which produced soft, sucking sounds from the actress's vaginal passage. You can't fake that!, Dengrove thought to himself as he watched the incredibly arousing scene progress with mounting intensity and sexual tension.
One glance at the director and the crew confirmed to Dengrove that he wasn't the only person present who was being turned-on by the scene in progress. He quickly refocused his attention on the two actresses who were quickly crossing the fine line between acting and reality.
Not that they didn't carry out the director's instructions as to just how he wanted the scene played. The blonde made small gestures and sounds of "resistance" and "repugnance" as the brunette "forced" herself on her pliant body. The brunette's face was now buried between the blonde's legs and Dengrove inched a bit closer to watch as the actress licked and lapped at the blonde's gaping honey hole. Juice was beginning to flow from the girl's vaginal passage and, by the way the brunette's body was quivering, it was obvious to Dengrove (and everyone else) that the actress was getting as aroused as her now compliant "victim."
Dengrove saw the director signal for his cameraman to "zoom" in on the action and, for a moment, the pilot wondered what it would be like to watch the incredible cunt sucking the blonde was receiving through the lens of the camera.
The scene now reached the crucial point where the blonde was supposed to "give in" despite herself. She was not as convincing as she might have been, Dengrove thought to himself with a wry grin, because she was so worked up in reality. But the director seemed satisfied and that's what counted.
Both actresses were squirming around on the seats and moaning with pleasure. "Oh, God! Why is this happening to me?," the blonde moaned as she began to massage her large, firm tits with her hands. The brunette made no reply, but continued to lash out at the other actress's cunt and clit with her long, pink tongue. Finally--"out of control"--the blonde reached down and grabbed the brunette by the hair. The girl screamed with a mixture of pain and excitement which struck Dengrove as sounding very authentic. "Give me your pussy!," shrilled the blonde, I can't stand it! You win! Let me eat you out, too!"
With that, the brunette stood up and Dengrove's eyes bugged out of their sockets as he caught a glimpse of the woman's juice-smeared face which glistened in the hot lights. He watched spellbound as the brunette managed to reverse the position of her body so that she was lying on top of the blonde, her lush, brown-thatched box pressed tightly against the "victim's" face. The blonde cut loose with a final, anguished moan of complete surrender and then reached up and took a firm grip on the brunette's ass cheeks and pulled the woman down even tighter against her face. Then, slurping, sucking, and crooning ecstatically to herself, the blonde began to ream out the "hijacker's" snatch with a voraciousness that took Dengrove's breath away.
For the next two or three minutes the two actresses sucked and reamed out each other's dripping pussies until it seemed to Dengrove that they had to climax soon, given the frenetic intensity of their supposedly "feigned" love-making, which struck him as being totally real.
"Cut and print!" The director's words shattered the silence of the cabin and, to Dengrove's complete astonishment, both actresses stopped their horny activity immediately. "That was fantastic, girls!," the director said with a wide grin, "Okay everybody. Let's break for the day!"
"Break, my ass!," exclaimed the brunette as she climbed down off the blonde's body, "I'm not put ting my clothes back on until I find someone with a firehose for a cock who can put the fire out that this little bitch started!" The entire crew broke up and watched as the actress, her dark eyes flashing, walked quickly and deliberately toward Dengrove. "I've never had an airline pilot," she announced with a throaty chuckle, "Think you can bring this bird back to earth, Captain?"
Dengrove somehow managed to keep his cool. He grinned at the horny young actress, his gaze drinking in the sheer physical beauty of the brunette's body. He looked around briefly and chuckled as he saw the young assistant director--his pants down and his cock up--bending over the supine body of the blond actress who still lay on the row of seats. She screamed and thrust her ass up violently as the young man rammed what seemed to Dengrove like a foot-long cock into her reeking love channel.
"Haven't you done enough looking for today, Captain?," the brunette asked teasingly as she saw Dengrove watching the assistant director slamming his giant cock pole into the writhing, shrieking blond actress.
Dengrove turned his attention back to the brunette, Sarah, and grinned apologetically, "Sorry, but I guess I wasn't prepared for this to turn into a free for all!"
Sarah pushed Dengrove back against a row of empty seats and began to unzip his slacks, her pert tits dangling temptingly in the pilot's face. "To tell you the truth," she said softly, "This doesn't happen all that often--usually only when a sex scene is being shot in which the actors or actresses involved actually get... uh... involved!" She laughed and began to tug at Dengrove's slacks in an attempt to pull them over his ass. The pilot raised himself quickly and, within seconds, the actress had the slacks off and Dengrove's long, thick, fully erect cock in her slim hands.
"Mmmm!," she crooned, rolling Dengrove's large penis around between her palms, "I see that our little scene got to you a little!"
Dengrove laughed and reached up to fondle the girl's hard, taut-nippled tits, squeezing and massaging the soft, pliant globes until the actress gasped with pleasure. "I've got no way of denying that!" Dengrove said wryly, letting his gaze shift to his enormous hard-on which the girl was caressing lovingly. She got the little joke and chuckled. Then she bent down and opened her mouth as wide as possible and guided the blood-gorged head of the pilot's cock inside. The pilot groaned with pure pleasure as the actress began to suck slowly and tantalizingly with a suctioning pressure which Dengrove knew came from a lot of practise and experimentation.
After a few moments Sarah lunged forward and took five or six inches of Dengrove's wildly pulsating penis deep into her honeyed oral cavity. Dengrove, still massaging and kneading the doughlike flesh of her tits, looked down and watched with amazement at the ease with which the young actress took his long, thick tool into her mouth. Her full red lips were stretched around the shaft of his cock and he watched as they slid further and further downward, . gobbling up inch after inch until she had his entire cock lodged deep inside her mouth and throat. He thrust up with his hips and the girl gurgled with pleasure.
Then, without any warning, the actress quickly withdrew, letting Dengrove's saliva-slickened prick slip completely out of her warm cavern. He groaned and she giggled, "Sorry, Captain, but I could tell that you were pretty close to shooting your load and... well... I'm kind of selfish right now! I want that gorgeous hunk of meat stuffed into my cockpit--if you'll pardon a bad pun!"
Dengrove was so incredibly turned-on at this point that he didn't care what she did to him. She was right. He was damn close to spilling his cream and he didn't care if he came in her mouth or her pussy--as long as he came and came soon! His balls were aching like crazy!
Sarah saw the wild glint in Dengrove's eyes and the actress chuckled, "Why don't you relax and let me do the flying?," she suggested, grinning as the pilot immediately let his body go limp. "That's it, Captain,' she exclaimed, licking her lips and taking hold of his rock-hard organ once again. "Here goes nothing!"
The luscious brunette scrambled up onto the seats until her haunches were poised directly over the flagpole of a cock which thrust up straight from Dengrove's crotch. The girl opened her thighs wide and the pilot found himself looking directly into one of the most luscious little pussies he'd seen since...
well... since Diana's! Except this girl's pubic bush was brown and silky where Diana's was golden and tightly curled. He watched as the actress spread her legs even further apart and he saw her carmine labial lips part with a soft, horny, squishing sound. Droplets of female love liquid clung to the ragged rim of the girl's pussy lips and he could see the entrance to her love center shining a dull, dark red from between the lips and the luxuriant pussy fur.
And then Sarah was moving downward, guiding the bulbous head of Dengrove's penis right to the heart of her pleasure center. The pilot and the actress both groaned as the soft cockhead brushed against the girl's cunt hairs and slipped easily between her moist pussy lips. "Mmmmm! It feels terrific! But I think I'll tease us both for a bit before really getting down to cases!"
Dengrove grinned at her, "Do anything your little heart desires!," he said, "You're in command on this flight!" Sarah smiled and bared her teeth wantonly as she began to rub the head of Dengrove's massive penis up and down in the fleshy furrow formed by the outer lips of her quivering cunt. She slid it up until the knobby head came into direct contact with her erect clitoris and then she rubbed the cockhead back and forth across the inch-long, miniature phallus which stuck out from its fleshy shrine. With each stroke her body trembled and quaked as the sex trigger sent jolts of pure sexual sensation ripping through her body. She arched her back and Dengrove twirled the hard, pointed nipples of her tits around between his fingers bringing even more gasps and moans from the horny young actress. Suddenly a scream cut through the cabin and both Dengrove and Sarah froze momentarily. They looked over to where the blonde had been lying and both of them gasped as they saw the assistant director ramming his cock into the blonde actress's rear passage while she bent over the edge of the seat. "SHOVE THAT FUCKING THING UP MY ASS AND SPLIT ME IN HALF!" screamed the girl, writhing and bucking her curvaceous buttocks up against the penetrating cock.
The sight triggered something off in Sarah's head. She quickly brought Dengrove's cockhead to the opening of her hungry, seething sex pit and then, with a wild high-pitched wail, let herself fall like a stone. "ARGGHH! ITS SO DAMNED THICK! SO WONDERFULLY THICK!," the actress screamed as Dengrove's sex log was forced deep into the tight passage of her vagina by her own violent downward plunge. She could feel the walls of her cunt stretch to their limit to accommodate the pilot's huge member. She was no virgin--and hadn't been since she was fourteen--but her pussy was still remarkably tight and as inch after inch of hard, rock-like penis speared deeper and deeper into her heated depths, Sarah felt as though she were being reamed by a hot poker. She squirmed her ass around as she descended, and within a few seconds, her tight channel had adjusted itself so that now every movement, every motion brought her only pure, lustful pleasure. Finally, with a grunt and a smacking sound, Dengrove's entire penis was lodged firmly in the nether reaches of her dark, hot honey hole and her supple thighs and curvaceous buttocks came to rest on the pilot's muscular legs. "Oh, Jesus! You're so fucking huge! So damned thick!," she exclaimed, pausing for a moment to catch her breath and to revel in the marvellous sensations being evoked by the gigantic sex staff.
"You're like a schoolgirl!," said Dengrove with a tone of amazement as he felt the walls of the girl's pussy grip the shaft of his cock in a viselike grip. "You're as tight as a drum! Shit, it feels good!"
Sarah's dark eyes flashed mischievously, "Bet no schoolgirl every did anything like this!," she said with a husky chuckle. She began employing both sets of vaginal muscles, gripping Dengrove's deeply embedded cockshaft with one set and then, after releasing the pressure, reapplying it with the other. The pilot groaned with ecstasy at the exquisite sensations the actress was evoking from his penis. For several long, delicious minutes she remained outwardly motionless, sitting astride the man, while alternately contracting and expanding her pussy muscles in a steady, rhythmic manner.
Dengrove had once read a Victorian erotic novel in which a French woman described the way in which she used the double set of muscles in her vagina "... like a milking machine." This perfectly described precisely what Sarah was doing to him now--milking his cock in such a skilled, subtle manner that it felt as. though she were somehow extracting his semen from his balls like a doctor taking a blood sample with a syringe! The feeling was incredible! He felt as though he were about to explode and send his load of hot come shooting into this delightful young woman's clenching cunt at any moment.
Sarah, noticing that Dengrove's eyes were becoming somewhat glazed, immediately realized his situation. She quickly began to lever herself up and down the rigid, juice-glistening shaft of his cock as fast as she could. She wasn't far from her own climax and she wanted to make sure they both achieved the satisfaction they were so urgently striving for. "Hold it back a little bit longer!," she hissed between clenched teeth, "I'm almost there too, lover!"
Dengrove tried every trick in his mental book to keep from coming. As Sarah's haunches skewered up and down his slippery cock, he wrapped his arms around her slim, sweat-slickened back and pulled the girl's upper body down toward his straining face.
Opening his mouth, the pilot took Sarah's right breast inside with a sucking, gobbling motion as if he were a baby who'd been kept waiting for his mother's tit. Sarah's boob wasn't all that large--about the size of a large apple--and Dengrove was able to get the entire succulent globe inside. The actress moaned, gasped, and increased the speed and intensity with which she was riding his sex pole. She raised herself up until just the head of Dengrove's pulsating penis remained lodged inside the entrance to her vagina and then sent herself slamming back down, screaming as the giant prick rushed into her clasping, juice-drooling channel and came to a jarring halt against the tip of her womb. "FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK! OH, SHIT! I'M GONNA COME...!"
Her words were music to Dengrove's ears. He had begun switching from tit to tit, sucking each tender mountain of flesh and lashing at the rock-hard nipples with his tongue, but it had got to the point where holding back his ejaculation was becoming impossible.
The pilot ripped his mouth from the young woman's right breast and his eyes caught hers: she seemed possessed! Her dark eyes met his, but he was sure she wasn't seeing him at all. Her entire being was caught up in the moment; her every fiber of her body and mind concentrated on that point deep within her where her sexual lava was about to explode with volcanic force. "Anytime you're ready, Captain!," she managed to say in a voice choked with emotion.
Dengrove felt the familiar tightening of his sphincter muscle and knew that his hot load of semen was about to burst from his balls. He thrust his hips up wildly just as Sarah was plunging down on his cock pole. She screamed as the head of his penis slammed violently against her cervix. "GIVE IT TO ME! DROWN ME IN YOUR COME! FILL ME! OH, PLEASE, FILL ME!"
He did. Straining and grunting, Dengrove slammed up against the gorgeous actress and then he was there: the hot semen burst from his aching balls and shot up the shaft of his pistoning cock. "TAKE IT, BABE! TAKE IT ALL!," he shouted as he felt the first jet of sperm shoot from the tiny opening in the tip of his cock. As the pent-up load of love lava began to inundate the fiery furnace of the woman's climaxing cunt, Dengrove thought he heard a strange, whirring noise. But he simply assumed it was all in his head.
The frantically-copulating couple were pounding and groaning out their orgasms, oblivious to anything except themselves. Sarah thrust her fist in her mouth to cut off a wild scream as her orgasm peaked with a rush, sending a flood of warm sex syrup rushing down her channel and out into her pubic bush where it mingled with the semen from Dengrove's still blasting cock. They were awash in come. The sticky love liquids were dribbling down across the pilot's thighs and onto the upholstered seats.
Finally, with a ear-splitting scream, Sarah slumped forward and her face came to rest against Dengrove's heaving chest. The woman's mouth was hanging open and she was gasping and sucking for air like a fish out of water. Dengrove's cock was still lodged deep inside her cunt whose contractions and expansions were beginning to diminish in intensity.
Dengrove closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feel of the glove-like pussy which gripped his slowly deflating penis. He let his cock soak inside the incredibly passionate actress for what seemed like hours, letting his mind space out in the blissful aftermath of their furious and sensationally satisfying fucking.
After a moment or two he became aware that Sarah was squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles once again and he opened his eyes. She smiled at him lazily and pursed the full lips of her mouth. They kissed lovingly and deeply and then, with a sigh, Sarah pulled away. She could feel Dengrove's limp prick slipping out of her pussy but, try as she might, she couldn't keep it trapped inside.
They both laughed as the pilot's flaccid member slipped completely out of the young brunettes cunt with a soft, plopping sound. She grinned at him, "Well, Captain, how was the flight-professionally speaking?"
Dengrove chuckled: "Fantastic! Except for the landing." Sarah pouted and looked somewhat hurt and Dengrove kissed the tip of her pert little nose. "Hey, don't get me wrong," he said with a soft laugh, "You just don't know that much about pilots. We hate to land. All we want to do is fly!"
Sarah, understanding, giggled at the compliment and scrambled down from the seat, almost bumping into the young assistant director as she did so. He grinned and handed her a dressing gown which she quickly slipped into. "Another little trip into the wild blue yonder sometime, Captain?," she said in a sexy, kittenish voice to Dengrove, who was about to pull up his slacks. But before he could reply the woman noticed that Dengrove's cock was covered with the mingled juices of their love-making. She quickly dropped to her knees, shaking her head in self-reproach, "It's not nice to leave things messy, Sarah," she said in a little girl's voice. Whereupon she lashed out with her hot, pink tongue and quickly licked the pilot's limp penis clean as a whistle. "There!," she announced, swiping a drop of come from her upper Hp with the tip of her lingual member. "That should do it--for now!"
The actress got to her feet, winked at Dengrove, and headed for the back of the plane. The pilot slowly began to pull up his pants and, standing up, looked around for his jacket. Then, remembering he'd left it in the cockpit, he smiled at the assistant director and turned around.
"Just a second, Captain Dengrove," the likeable young man said Quietly, "Where would you like me to send the footage?"
Dengrove was momentarily at a loss for words. So that was the strange whirring noise he'd heard just before he and Sarah came! They filmed us fucking! He grinned at the assistant director, "Do you always keep the cameras running after the scene is over?," he asked jokingly.
The young man shook his head, "Nope. But Sarah's going to be a star some day and the two of you were getting it on so damned beautifully that I just thought you might like a... ah... souvenir--so to speak."
Dengrove smiled and put an arm around the young man's shoulder, "In living color and quadraphonic sound, no doubt!"
The young man just grinned and nodded his head. Dengrove shook his hand. "Thanks for everything. Before you leave I'll give you my card. You can send the print there, okay?" The young man nodded. "And by the way," Dengrove continued, "If Sarah's going to be a star, then you're gonna wind up as big as de Mille! You've really got your trip together!"
The young man smiled appreciatively, "The feeling's mutual Captain Dengrove." Dengrove began walking toward the cockpit and, after a few steps, realized that the genial young man was still with him. He stopped and turned to face the budding movie-maker. "I hate to impose, Captain, but I've been a freak for planes ever since I was a kid. Do you think I could get you to show me around the cockpit? I'd really dig it!"
Dengrove chuckled warmly, "Come on. There's not all that much to see, but maybe I'm just jaded. Or getting old."
This time it was the young assistant director's turn to laugh, "Old! Bullshit! If you were any younger you might have fucked our leading lady to death!"
Dengrove grinned and motioned the man to follow him to the cockpit, "and if you keep going at things the way you did with that blond actress-- you'll never live to be as old as I am!"
As the two men walked silently through the empty plane it suddenly occurred to Dengrove that he'd better stop joking about his age. He had a date with Diana in a few hours and she wouldn't be in any state to accept excuses. And then, as a mental picture of the luscious young stew flashed through his mind, he felt his cock begin to rise again. He grinned to himself. Good old Mother Nature!
He wouldn't need any excuses!
CHAPTER FOUR
The Triangle charter flight from New Orleans, carrying a boozy, boisterous load of conventioneers, was more than an hour late arriving in Los Angeles. Diana Peters, working the flight with Carol Connors (Barbie's red-headed roomie), was more than a little pissed. Not only had she worked her tail off (telling one particularly demanding conventioneer that "... moving our tail for you is another airline's slogan, not ours!"), but her mind had been preoccupied with her date this evening with Cliff Dengrove.
Now, as the two young stews hurried out to the parking lot, Carol ribbed the luscious blonde about her obvious infatuation with the handsome senior pilot. "Are you sure you can handle Cliff all by yourself?," she teased, "Remember--in Detroit you had Barbie and Wiley around to handle some of the action!"
Diana blushed prettily. "You heard about that?," she asked, trying to sound casual but not quite pulling it off.
The redhead grinned and put an arm around the lithe blonde's shoulder, "Natch. Barbie and I have no secrets. We swap stories like a couple of old backyard gossips." Carol noticed the slightly worried look which passed across Diana's pretty face. "Hey! Don't worry about your name getting around or anything like that!," she said sincerely, "Sure, Barbie and I rap about our little escapades, but that's as far as it goes. As far as Cliff and Wiley are concerned, well, they're like family." She shot Diana a reassuring look, "And those two pilots may be raunchy, but they don't tell tales out of school--if you dig what I mean."
The two stews had reached their cars and Diana smiled appreciatively at Carol as she unlocked the trunk and tossed her carry-all bag inside. "Carol, I'm really glad we got the chance to fly together on this trip. I know I'm still pretty green--and not just as a stew--and I appreciate your filling me in on everything. Maybe you and I and Barbie will be able to get together and socially sometime. After all, I live in Newport Beach and that's just a stone's throw from your place."
The ravishing redhead didn't answer immediately, but her mind was going a mile a minute. As she unlocked her green MG convertible she thought about what Barbie had told her regarding Diana's exuberant willingness to "get it on" in group situations--and with other woman. The right other women. Looking discreetly at the lithe little blonde's pert ass as she bent over to get something out of the back seat of her Mustang, Carol mentally licked her lips, getting it on with Diana would definitely be a trip and she, Carol, knew instinctively that Diana would dig her sexually. Nothing had been said, but she'd felt a vibe.
As Diana was about to get into her car, Carol nonchalantly walked over to her. "Well all have to get together real soon, Diana. Barbie and I both dig you." The redhead chuckled, "And as far as Cliff and Wiley are concerned--there's no doubt how they feel about you!" This time Diana laughed rather than blushed. She was becoming very comfortable with the open, frank breeziness of this beautiful redhead and she suddenly flashed on the implications of Carol's rap. She felt a tingle pass through her body and she knew that she and Carol would definitely get together on more than just a "Let's hit the Marina for a few drinks" basis.
"So what are you and Cliff gonna get into--or up to-tonight?," Carol asked lightly, "I'm a nosey little bitch, aren't I?"
Diana grinned and shook her head. "It's all in the family as you put it, Carol." The blonde slipped behind the wheel of her car and started the engine. "I doubt well do much more than have dinner at my place, take a swim and just... uh... hang out." She saw Carol's knowing smile, "Stop making it seem like the only thing I want to do is get into Cliff's pants!," she said with a laugh, "I mean, that's part of it but... " Carol bent over and kissed the blonde lightly through the window. "I know, babe. We hit town an hour late, you've got to get your act together and-- you're horny as a mink! Bight?"
Diana revved the engine and slipped the car into gear. "Right!," she exclaimed, reaching out to touch Carol lightly on the arm. "And I'll give you the old blow by blow description the next time I see you, okay?"
Carol laughed and headed for her car, "I like your choice of phrases--'blow by blow'--sounds like it's gonna be a hell of an interesting evening. Enjoy yourselves and give my love to Cliff. See you later."
Diana grinned, shook her head in slight amazement at the redhead's easy familiarity, and pulled out of the parking lot. She checked her watch. Enough time to take a nice, leisurely bath and whip some dinner together before Cliff arrived. She relaxed a bit and swung the car out onto Century Boulevard.
Her only problem was what to do with Penny. But she'd just have to play that by ear...
* * *
Penny Peters, Diana's fifteen-year-old sister, paced the carpet of the living room, a telephone with a long cord in her hand. As she talked in a remarkably mature tone of voice, the nubile young girl kept checking her watch. Diana should have been home by now, but that was cool. She'd just have to delay the boy on the phone until she knew what her older sister's plans were for the evening. Anyway, Ricky Newman was only after one thing--her body.
She sighed to herself and kept pacing, her girlish hips swinging provocatively from side to side in a totally natural manner. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans which seemed to have been spray-painted onto her, clinging to every deliciously developing curve of her waist, hips, and impudently rounded little ass. Her small, hard breasts were barely contained by a skimpy little halter top which ended just below her ribcage, baring a wide expanse of flat, tanned midriff. As she walked past an antique mirror, murmuring "Uh huh's" into the phone at appropriate intervals, the adorable little sex kitten paused, hand on hip and eyed herself critically.
My legs are okay, but my tits are too damn small! Whenever I stand beside Diana I feel absolutely flat chested! She giggled to herself, Hell, I'm only fifteen! That gives me three years to catch up to big sister and I know they've grown at least one size this summer. Of course, it's hard to tell since I never wear a fucking bra! And never will!
Something the boy on the phone said caused Penny's freckled face to form into a frown of annoyance. She turned from the mirror and sat down on the nearby sofa. "If that's the way you want it Ricky, that's cool with me," she said into the phone with a tinge of anger in her melodic voice. "If you can't wait another hour or so, that's your loss." The young girl chuckled a bit mischievously, "I take that back: it's not your loss, 'cause there really wasn't going to be much for you to gain--if you get my drift."
Penny listened patiently for a moment and then stood up, still holding the phone in one hand. "Okay, Ricky, you want it straight-Til give it to you. Just remember that you asked me--I didn't volunteer what I'm about to tell you. Still want me to give you the nitty gritty?"
After a moment Penny talked quietly, but firmly, into the phone, "It's this way, Ricky. I like you. You're a good-looking young stud. And I know you're eighteen. But that doesn't cut a whole lot of ice with me. We've gone out a few times, I've let you cop a few feels, and I won't say you don't turn me on. But you don't turn me on enough for me to go all the way with you. Frankly, I've been finding myself attracted more and more to older men--and I don't mean guys in their twenties! I mean older men. Dig?"
Penny turned as she heard the sound of a key turning in the front door of the apartment and grinned as Diana, looking dog tired, walked in and flopped down on a large chair not far from where Penny was standing. The young girl blew her older sister a kiss and indicated with a series of little gestures that she'd be off the phone in a minute. "Ricky!
You're listening, but you're not hearing me! The bottom line of the trip is simple: you're not mature enough for my taste and you don't turn me on all that much. Can't you get that through your head?
Now, if you want to get together and have a few laughs " Penny grinned impishly and hung up the phone. She set it down on a coffee table and turned to greet Diana. "That little son of a bitch hung up on me!," she exclaimed with a throaty laugh, "I wonder if he's trying to tell me something! Welcome home, sis!"
Diana got up from the chair and the two young women embraced. "From what I heard it sounded like you were doing all the telling!," Diana said a bit teasingly, "Boy problems?"
Penny's adorable little face screwed up into a look of mock disgust, "You said it! Boy problems! Why the hell can't I find myself a real man for a change?"
Diana grinned at her spunky little sister, "Christ! You're only fifteen. Give it a little time. Now, when I was your age... " Penny shot her sister a wicked grin and cut her off abruptly, "When you were my age you were balling Sonny Guest and his brother Bobby! At the same time, too! And they weren't boys, for God's sake! Sonny must have been close to thirty! He was, like, old!" Diana was momentarily caught off balance, but quickly recovered. "How the hell did you know about that? And anyway, Sonny was twenty-eight. Bobby was the one who was thirty!" Both girls laughed and Penny followed her sister into the bathroom where Diana immediately turned on the bath and slowly began to remove her uniform. Penny slouched nonchalantly against the basin and watched. She loved to see Diana in the nude. She thought her older sister had the best body she'd ever seen and, during the last year or so, shed become aware that her sister turned her on sexually. She'd never said anything about her feelings to Diana, but she knew that eventually her hip older sister would pick up the vibe and then...
"So tell me how you knew about the Guest brothers," Diana said as she reached behind her back and unfastened the sheer bra she had to wear on the job. "You didn't move in here with me until last year and that trip went down almost three years ago."
Penny licked her dry lips slowly with the tip of her pink little tongue as she watched Diana's large, firm-fleshed breasts spring free of the bra and quiver delicately as the blonde bent down to turn off the bath water. She had a sudden urge to reach around from behind and cup her older sister's delectable tits in her small hands. But Diana stood up quickly and began to unzip the slacks of her pants suit uniform. "Well, I still haven't heard how you found out about the Guest boys. Cat got your tongue for a change, little sister?," Diana said teasingly.
Penny's face turned a deep crimson and she started to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Diana looked at her quizzically and then impulsively hugged the younger girl to her, feeling Penny's body tremble as her high-standing breasts crushed against the girl's skimpy halter top. "Hey! There's nothing to be afraid of," Diana said quietly, interpreting Penny's shaking body as fear rather than sexual arousal. "We're sisters, remember? No secrets!"
Penny took a deep breath and stood back and looked Diana straight in the eye, "I read your diary. I didn't mean to pry--honest!--but I was only twelve and... " The girl's words trailed off and she averted her eyes in embarrassment. Diana felt a momentary surge of anger, but it was quickly replaced with love and compassion for her little sister. Before saying anything, the gorgeous young blonde shucked out of her pants and then slipped off her bikini panties. Totally nude, she stood facing her sister who, biting her lip, waited for an admonishment.
Diana tried to keep a stern look on her pretty face, but couldn't, "Okay, so you did a little snooping. That's forgiven." Penny's body relaxed and she smiled tentatively. "But," Diana added with mock severity, "As punishment you are hereby sentenced to scrub my back while I take my bath!"
With that, the older sister stepped into the large, sunken bathtub and sighed appreciatively as she slid down into the warm water and reached for a bar of scented soap. She didn't catch the look on Penny's face, a look which conveyed the distinct impression that the so-called "punishment" would be nothing short of sheer pleasure on the part of the sexy young teen-ager.
As she watched her older sister begin to rub the bar of soap round and round over her silken-skinned breasts, which seemed to float on top of the water, Penny's breath quickened and she could feel her hands trembling slightly. She'd scrubbed Diana's back before, of course, but this time it all felt different. She wanted to blurt out her feelings to her sister, but was afraid to do so. Instead, she decided to take a casual, playful approach to her "punishment." She felt her insides tighten with excitement as she watched Diana lazily lather her gorgeous boobs and then slide her hands downward over her flat belly to her golden-thatched love center.
"Well, if I'm gonna do this right, I'd better just hop in there with you!," Penny said in as nonchalant a manner as possible. Diana looked up and grinned as the nubile nymphet unzipped her cut-off jeans and struggled to pull them down over her ass and hips. "They are just a tiny bit tight," Penny said with a giggle as she yanked the resisting garment down over her firm, rounded buttocks.
Diana's blue eyes widened slightly as her young sister's pubic area slowly came into view. Penny, preoccupied with getting the garment down her legs, didn't notice the way her sister was staring at her. Diana felt a tingle of pleasurable sensation course through her body as her eyes drank in the virginal beauty of the luscious young Penny.
Although only fifteen, the girl boasted an incredibly prominent pubic mound, a fleshy, pouting little mountain covered with wispy, curly pubic hair the same color as her sister's. The carmine outer lips of the girl's vagina peeked out from beneath the golden sex fur and spread apart with a soft, viscous sound as the girl bent over to step out of her cut-offs. Diana had to stifle a gasp at the sight of her little sister's gorgeous young cunt, and it suddenly occurred to her that this was the first time she'd reacted this way to Penny. Perhaps it as a result of her lesbian encounter with Barbie but, whatever the reason, she found herself becoming incredibly turned on. "I'm waiting for that back scrubbing," she said in a slightly husky voice, as she managed to tear her gaze away from her sister's genital area.
"Be with you in a second, sis!," Penny said, her voice somewhat muffled by the halter top which she was in the process of pulling over her head. Diana glanced up just as Penny's perky little tits popped out from beneath the skimpy fabric and quivered gently before coming to rest.
This time Penny noticed that Diana was watching her with more than sisterly love in her eyes. She shivered slightly and let her hands cup the hard little globes before stepping into the tub to join Diana. "Think they've grown at all since you last saw them?," she asked a bit anxiously.
Diana chuckled, "You mean since the day before yesterday?" Penny giggled and sat down behind her sister. Diana twisted her head so that she could see Penny's face, "Listen, babe. They're not that small! They're beautiful. Don't get hung up over the size of your boobs. Take my word for it--they're just perfect!" Penny smiled with gratitude and took the bar of soap from her sister's hand.
The teen-ager began to rub the soap round and round across the smooth, tanned skin of her sister's back and Diana sighed with pleasure. "You've always had such a groovy, delicate touch, Penny!," she said in a lazy half-whisper. Penny didn't reply, but quickened her lathering of Diana's back. She dipped her hand beneath the water and rubbed the bar of scented soap over the blond stewardess's lower back and, grinning to herself, let the soap slip between the cheeks of her sister's ass. "Hey! That's not my back," Diana exclaimed, wriggling around as the soap sent tingling sensations racing through her body.
"Do you want me to stop?," Penny asked with a certain note of challenge in her voice. For a moment it was completely silent. Then Penny drew a deep breath and brought out into the open what she'd felt building up ever since Diana had arrived home.
"I'm just as good doing fronts as I am doing backs, you know."
Then, before Diana could react, Penny, her hands covered with soap suds, reached around her older sister's back and gently cupped a large, slippery breast in each hand. Diana gasped as she felt the sensitive nipples begin to rise and stiffen as Penny slowly rubbed her palms across the tips of her freestanding tits. "Mmmmm! That feels incredible, Pen!," Diana whispered. "Don't stop!"
As she twirled her sister's hard, pointed nipples around between her skilled, young fingers, Penny leaned her head against Diana's soap-covered back and said in a half-whisper, "I won't stop if you'll turn around and soap me while I do you."
The sexual tension which had been building between the two young women seemed to fill the small bathroom like a shroud of heavy fog. For a moment Diana didn't move a muscle. Then, with a graceful move, she twisted around until she was facing her sister. They looked deep into each other's eyes and then, as if thinking as one, both moved forward until their faces were mere inches apart. Penny slid her slim legs underneath Diana's and wrapped her arms around her sister's slim waist. "I really love you, Diana," the young girl whispered, "I always have, you know."
Diana, feeling slightly confused, didn't reply. She knew that Penny was arousing her in a way she'd never been aroused by another woman--not even by Barbie--but, for a moment, she felt consumed by a deep-seated guilt. Penny picked up on her sister's mixed feelings and grinned, "I won't tell if you won't!," she said with a girlish giggle. "Anyway, we're sisters, right? Well, what's more natural? I'll bet you've made it with a woman before, but you're holding back because I'm family and you think I'm still a kid."
All the while she was talking, Penny continued to lather her sister's tits with her soapy hands. She knew that Diana was trying to sort things out in her mind and she didn't want her to feel pressured. Then, slowly, Diana's hands slipped beneath the sudsy water and tentatively began to stroke Penny's supple, tanned thighs. Penny drew a deep breath and leaned even closer to her sister. "I love you Diana and I want you to teach me everything you know. I want you to make love to me!"
Diana quickly withdrew her hands and flung them around Penny's neck. "I love you, too, Penny! Oh, God! And I do want to make love to you!" With that, Diana took her young sister's face between her hands and kissed her full on the mouth. Penny, her body shaking with desire, thrust her tongue hungrily into her sister's hot oral cavity and began flicking the tip around and around with such intensity that Diana finally had to tip her mouth away for air. "Jesus Christ!," she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with excitement and pure lust, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Penny grinned and let her hands wander down from Diana's heaving breasts toward the older girl's flat belly whose muscles were rippling as a direct result of the inner fire her young sister was stoking.
Diana reached out and placed the palms of her soft hands directly over the pert, hard globes of her sister's breasts and began to massage the small, brownish-pink nipples. As they began to stiffen and rise, Penny moaned.
The younger girl, realizing that her older sister was as turned on as she herself was, wasn't concerned that Diana still seemed a little hesitant about what they were doing. She let her hands slip between Diana's slippery thighs and smiled to herself as the stewardess sighed and spread her legs apart just enough for Penny's hands to gain access to their intended target--her soapy snatch.
Penny quickly slipped two fingers between Diana's pussy lips and ran them up and down in the moist, warm furrow, flicking her sister's prominent clit with the tip of her middle finger. "Ahhh! Oh, God, that's terrific!," Diana moaned, squirming her ass around urgently as Penny's flicking of her sensitive sex trigger sent shock waves of sexual pleasure racing through her body.
After a moment Penny slipped two digits directly into the older girl's vaginal passage, shivering with delight at the soft, sucking sound which emanated from Diana's cunt which greedily swallowed up Penny's fingers and seemed to be begging for even more. Penny added a third finger and rammed all three as far into the hot depths of her sister's honey hole as they would go. Then, with a steady, rhythmic motion, she began to thrust them in and out until Diana was beside herself with desire.
Gasping and wriggling under the remarkably sophisticated manipulations of her young sister, Diana pulled her hands away from the girl's delectable little breasts and leaned forward, mouth open. Penny's eyes widened with excitement as she saw what Diana was about to do, "Oh, shit! Do it, sis! Suck my titties! Bite them! Suck them until I scream!"
Spurred on by her sister's rampant, full-blown lust, Diana greedily opened her mouth wide and literally took one entire silken-skinned boob inside her hungry oral cavity. She sucked on the firm, ripe flesh and nibbled gently on the hard, little nipple with her teeth, bringing forth a wild bansheelike shriek from Penny, "AIEEE! SUCK HARDER! HARDER! ARGHHH!"
Diana's sexual desires were fully aroused now and she knew she was close to climaxing as a result of the wonderful reaming being given her cunt by Penny's dexterous fingers. But she didn't want to be selfish. She wanted to be able to eat out her adorable little sister at the same time she was providing her with such incredible pleasure. She ripped her mouth away from Penny's rigid breast, "Quick, Pen! Let's get out of this fucking tub and into the bedroom! I'm going crazy! I've got to eat your pussy!"
Penny reluctantly ripped her three fingers from Diana's creamy, juice-drooling cunt and then, giggling, held them up for Diana to see, "Look Diana! Your cream all over my little fingers! I'll bet it tastes delicious!" With that, the horny young girl slipped all three digits into her mouth and quickly sucked them clean. She withdrew them with a hissing, popping sound and then stood up in the tub. "Well, let's go, big sister! Let's get into that nice, big bed of yours and GET IT ON!!!"
Penny's last words were virtually spit out of her mouth and the intensity of her emotions fired Diana's lust even more. With soap suds still clinging to most of her voluptuous body, the blond stewardess climbed out of the tub. Penny was already out and running toward the bedroom, trailing a mixture of soap and water behind her. Diana, her full breasts swaying and bouncing on her chest, giggled and ran after her.
When she reached her room Penny was already lying spread-eagled on her back on the large bed. The young girl's eyes were flashing with desire and excitement and she stretched her arms out in wanton invitation, "Come on, sis! Come on! I'm so fucking horny and I want your mouth buried in my pussy!"
Diana literally ran across the room and jumped up onto the bed. Penny giggled as her sister's large tits swung from side to side and smacked into each other. And then, they were in each other's arms.
Penny wrapped her arms around Diana's back and hugged the full-bodied blonde close to her own slim, youthful body. "Mmmm! Your titties feel so nice pressing against my itty bitty ones!," she said with a kittenish whisper.
"Now cut out that self-putdown shit!," said Diana, shifting her body so that her legs were in between Penny's. "You feel as good to me as I do to you-- maybe even better! And that's all that counts!"
Diana slipped a hand down between Penny's smooth-skinned thighs and let her fingers glide into the wispy pubic moss of her sister's crotch. Diana couldn't remember ever being quite as excited as she was at this very moment. She knew that a good part of the reason was the delicious, thrilling knowledge that this was her sister she was in bed with! Her sister whose delectable little love grotto she was starting to explore with her fingers! Her sister whose virginal little cunt she would soon be filling with her hungry tongue! Penny moaned and wriggled around as Diana's index finger came into contact with her little love button. "Ahhh! That's the place!," the girl sighed, "Play with my clit until I scream for mercy!"
But Diana couldn't contain herself. She had to get between Penny's legs and suck her box until the girl gave down her first female-induced orgasm. "Let's switch around, sis! I want to eat you while you ream me out!," Diana hissed urgently. Penny nodded her head.
Quickly the girls disentangled themselves and maneuvered their bodies into the classic "sixty-nine" position. Just before lowering her head between Penny's wide-spread legs, Diana caught a glimpse of her young sister's face, it was alive and glowing with desire and excitement as the girl looked up into Diana's luxuriant, golden-haired pussy which was descending rapidly.
Then, with a heartfelt groan, the blond vixen ran her hands lovingly along the sensitive inner thighs of her sister and spread the girl's legs even further apart. Penny's coral-tinged cunt lips peered out at her from beneath their sparse covering of fleecy, golden pubic hair. Diana drew her hands up to the juncture of the girl's thighs and gently spread the outer labial lips wide apart. She gasped as the fleshy, twitching entrance to Penny's cunt was exposed to her admiring, lustful gaze and then, extending her tongue as far as she could, Diana let her pink lingual member snake directly into the waiting love channel. Penny cut loose with a muffled scream of ecstasy and her slim hips bucked up against her sister's face. At the same time Diana felt Penny's mouth fasten onto her own seething pussy like a leech. The deed was done! She was making love to her sister--and her sister was giving as good as she was getting!
Diana slithered her tongue deep inside Penny's hungry little honey hole and began to thrust it in and out with a steady, rhythmic motion.
Penny, her ass squirming and her entire body aflame with desire, was lapping at Diana's still soapy cunt like a thirsty kitten suddenly favored with a bowl of thick, sweet cream. She never imagined that eating another woman's pussy could be so incredibly exciting--so insanely erotic. She moaned and pressed her face tighter against Diana's blond-furred box. She sent her tongue snaking up the moist, ragged-fleshed furrow of her sister's love slit until the tip sought out and found the fleshy shrine which housed the older girl's clitoris. She wormed her tongue around, flicking the tip back and forth across the incredibly sensitive miniature phallus, bringing muffled shrieks of pure pleasure from Diana. Penny was beside herself with joy. She was able to give her sister--the woman she admired and respected more than anyone in the world--the same degree and intensity of pleasure that Diana was giving her. With her confidence firmly established, Penny allowed herself to relax completely and let herself go totally. She didn't have to worry whether or not she was experienced enough to satisfy her beloved sibling. Diana's frantic bucking and writhing and her muffled moans and screams were testimony to her innate prowess as a lover.
Diana, her tongue buried deep inside Penny's incredibly tight vagina, reveled in the erotic sensations her "little sister" (the last time she'd think of her that way!) was evoking with her mouth and tongue., The blonde was dizzy with desire, her head swimming with colors and sensations.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cliff Dengrove stepped out of the elevator and strode quickly down the hall toward Diana's apartment. He glanced at his watch and grimaced. He was an hour late, but it couldn't be helped. He'd smoked a quick joint of some dynamite grass which Wiley had laid on him (three others were hidden in his boot to share with Diana), and consequently, had whipped his Porsche Targa through the beach area a little faster than the law allowed. He'd been stopped by a baby-faced cop who had looked to Dengrove like a hippie. The cop had given him a drawling, long-winded lecture about pilots who should learn "when you're flyin' a plane and when you're drivin' a car" and then let him off with a warning.
Dengrove grinned to himself as he approached the door to Diana's apartment. He hoped she'd be as lenient as the young policeman had been. After all, she'd just flown in from New Orleans and probably was busting her ass getting a nice dinner together for them and he didn't want her pissed with him over a burnt roast or whatever. He was in too good a mood. Nicely stoned and ready to boogie. He hoped she'd be in a similar frame of mind.
Reaching the door the pilot rang the bell. He waited a couple of moments and then rang it again. Since this was the first time he'd been to Diana's apartment, he fished around in his jacket pocket to find the slip of paper with her address. He checked the apartment number. He was at the right place.
Dengrove was about to try the bell for the third time when it occurred to him that she might be in the kitchen working or in the shower and couldn't hear the doorbell. He reached down and tried the door. It was unlocked. Shrugging to himself, the rugged pilot opened the door and stepped inside.
He took a quick glance around the living room. Tasty. A real groovy little apartment. He was just about to call out Diana's name when he heard what sounded like moaning coming from a room at the end of a short hallway which ran off the living room. Grinning to himself, he slipped off his boots (transferring the joints to his shirt pocket) and jacket and left them beside the front door. He decided to surprise her: after all, it wasn't as though they were strangers and she was expecting him.
As he made his way quietly down the hall the moans grew louder and he could feel his cock begin to rise beneath his tight levis. What the hell is going on?, he wondered to himself. Is she priming herself with a little finger-fucking? He walked a little faster toward a slightly open door which, he assumed, lead to a bedroom.
Dengrove's face was suffused with a boyish grin as he realized how voyeuristic he was being. But hell! Who could resist it? He reached the door, and, suddenly, a muffled shriek cut through the stillness of the apartment and he felt his cock literally jump in his pants. Christ! That wasn't Diana's voice! Who the hell could she have in there with her?
"There's only one way to find out, Dengrove my boy!," the horny pilot said to himself, "Take a little peek!"
Giddy and chuckling to himself (that was the grass talking!), Dengrove ever so gently pushed the door to the bedroom open an inch or two more. His eyes bugged out and he had to suppress a gasp as he saw Diana, her long blond hair dangling over the edge of a large bed, ramming her tongue into the writhing, bucking cunt of a slimly built girl who had her head buried between his date's widespread legs.
"Jesus Christ! They're going at it like a couple of mink on speed!," he muttered to himself, pushing the door open even further. He still couldn't see who the hell Diana was so voraciously eating out, but from the slim hips and small, perfectly rounded buttocks he assumed the woman--girl--was quite young.
As he stood glued to the spot drinking in the cock-twitching scene, something flashed in Dengrove's mind. Diana had a sister! Peggy or something like that. No-it was Penny! But, if he remembered correctly, Diana had told him that her sister was only fifteen!
As he watched Diana's body begin to jerk and thrash about as a wild orgasm ripped through her sweat-slickened body, Dengrove thought to himself that fifteen wasn't all that young these days. And whoever the hell was giving head to Diana with such consummate skill was someone he wanted to meet! If it was her 'little sister," that was fine with him.
Dengrove grinned to himself as he felt his cock, now fully erect, bulging out a bit painfully against the fabric of his levis. Shit! There was nothing like watching a couple of wild, uninhibited women getting it on together to put a little lead in a man's pencil! The pilot chuckled to himself: he hadn't used that expression (even in his own head) for years! For a moment his mind flashed back to a wild night in Tulsa when an old friend of his, Bud Donald, had first used the expression. It had seemed kind of square then--and it did now--but it did sum up the current situation accurately.
The horny pilot quietly began to unzip his levis and slip out of the tight-fitting pants, his eyes never leaving the incredibly arousing scene going down on the bed. Diana, her orgasm having peaked, was lapping and slurping the slim girl's cunt with a wild voracity now, and the girl was responding with spastic jerks of her lithe, tanned body and intermittent moans and gasps.
Dengrove stepped out of his jeans and quickly unbuttoned his sports shirt. He laid it down on the carpeted floor of the hallway and then, remembering the joints, reached down to retrieve them from the shirt pocket. Not that either Diana or her lover needed any grass--but, like the Boy Scouts say, "Always be Prepared!"
Grinning to himself, Dengrove glanced down at his cock. Jesus! He had the biggest hard-on he'd had in years, or at least it seemed that way. His long, thick penis stood out rigidly from the tangled hair of his crotch like some medieval battering ram. The large, smooth-skinned head was gorged with blood and the entire member jerked and jumped involuntarily as the sounds rose and fell from within the room.
Just as he slipped inside the door, the girl who Diana was so avidly eating out cut loose with a wild, high-pitched scream of sheer erotic ecstasy. Her small, hard-cheeked ass bounced into the air and Dengrove grinned as he saw Diana frantically grab at the girl's behind in an attempt to keep her pussy in place. The girl wriggled and squirmed and it was obvious that she was in the first throes of a fierce climax.
Dengrove's heart was pounding in his chest as he slowly inched his way closer to the bed. He wasn't worried about what might happen if Diana or the other woman noticed him. He simply didn't want to do anything to distract them from their unbelievably intense love-making, especially since the little one was in the midst of a body-wrenching orgasm.
The pilot veered a little to the right so that he would be directly behind Diana. In her position at the moment there was no way she could see him even if she had opened her eyes and looked up. As for the other girl, well, she was too far gone to be aware of anything save for the incredible pleasure she was experiencing under the skilled and loving ministrations of Diana's wildly sucking mouth and phallically thrusting tongue.
Dengrove's hand wandered almost involuntarily down to his crotch and, his gaze fixated on the crazily jerking body of the unknown girl, began to run his hand up and down the length of his rock-hard member. Jesus! It had only been a few hours since he'd been milked dry by Sarah, the actress on the plane, and he was ready to spill another load of hot come simply as a result of watching the two writhing women making love in front of him. He let go of his cock and took another step closer to the bed.
The slim-hipped girl's back arched like a bow and she let out a cry which was somewhere between a scream and a moan. A shiver passed through Dengrove's body as he watched the girl's rigid body suddenly go limp. She rolled off of Diana and lay prone face down on the juice-smeared sheet. The girl was so still, so silent, that for a moment the pilot thought she'd literally passed out.
Diana, with a sigh of contentment, opened her eyes and slowly sat up on the bed. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of the pilot out of the comer of an eye and Dengrove quickly put a finger to his lips and grinned. Diana's face ran a quick gamut of expressions; from momentary fear to recognition; from recognition to mock anger; and finally to sheer disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak but, again, Dengrove signalled for her to keep quiet. He motioned with his hand for her to come over to where he stood, his cock at the ready.
As Diana slowly got out of the bed, taking care not to disturb Penny, she felt her face flush. Christ! She'd completely forgotten about Cliff! She'd been so totally involved with the wild love-making between her and her young sister that she'd simply forgotten that she had a date with the rugged pilot!
As she approached Dengrove, her firm tits jiggling provocatively on her chest and love juice dribbling down the inside of her thighs, the pilot marveled at the young woman's beauty. He also realized that she was embarrassed. Not because he'd found her in bed with a woman, but simply because she'd obviously forgotten about their date! He grinned at her warmly, silently trying to reassure her that he wasn't the least bit upset. On the contrary! He'd stumbled into one of those rare situations where watching was better than participating--at least temporarily. The sight of her tanned, golden-haired beauty reminded him that he was in possession of an extremely painful erection that desperately needed the kind of loving attention that Diana could provide.
And then she was in his arms. Almost. His cock stood out so rigidly from his crotch that the head poked into the young woman's navel. She started to giggle and quickly put a hand over her mouth. With her other hand she took hold of Dengrove's tumescent shaft and pushed it up against his belly so that she could press her body tightly against his. "Cliff! I'm so sorry! I completely Dengrove shut her up with a kiss. She tasted of female sex syrup and saliva which only served to turn the pilot on even more. After they'd explored each other's mouths passionately with their hot tongues, Dengrove gently pulled his mouth away and lead Diana out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
"Now keep your voice down. We wouldn't want to disturb that luscious young morsel you were munching on with such obvious delight!," Dengrove chuckled softly. "By the way. Did she pass out or is she asleep?"
Diana grinned; "Asleep. We've been... ah... fooling around for quite a while and I suspect she's somewhat exhausted. Ill introduce you to her when she wakes up."
Dengrove took Diana's hand and lead her to another bedroom which, he assumed correctly, was where her sister stayed. Once inside he closed the door and lead the delectable blonde stewardess to the bed. He sat on the edge and Diana sank to her knees on the carpet in front of him. Seeing that she was about to speak, Dengrove grinned and raised his hand, "Don't tell me. Let me guess. She's your new live-in geisha and you were just making sure she knew how to treat your guests!"
Diana giggled and shook her head. "Okay, then," the suave pilot went on, "She's your sister Penny and--even though she's a mere slip of a girl of fifteen--she managed to seduce you into becoming her only too willing love slave. Am I getting warm?"
Diana grinned and looked up at Dengrove, admiration shining in her beautiful sky-blue eyes. "You're not warm, Cliff. You're hot!" Dengrove looked down at his rigid cock. Diana giggled; I didn't mean 'hot' that way, babe. I meant that you were absolutely right on. Correct. Accurate. Et cetera. Et cetera."
Dengrove reached down and put a hand gently over her mouth. "I knew what you meant," he said with a sly chuckle, "And you knew that I knew what you meant. Okay? So that's your quote unquote little sister. I couldn't see her face, but she sure doesn't move her ass like any fifteen-year-olds I've run into lately."
Diana grinned and let her hand run teasingly up and down the length of the pilot's ramrod-hard penis. "How many fifteen-year-olds have you come up against lately, Cliff?"
Dengrove laughed: 'You've got me there. But-- without meaning to sound crude--I wouldn't be adverse to running up against Penny." Diana shot him a look of mock indignation and squeezed hard on the shaft of his cock. "Hey! It's so fucking brittle, it'll break off!," Dengrove exclaimed, "Of course, I meant I wouldn't mind running up against her after having run up against you. I mean, we do have a date, don't we?"
Diana blushed prettily. "I haven't even gotten the supper together, Cliff. This whole trip with Penny came out of nowhere and well... "
"I'm not particularly hungry," Dengrove assured the young stewardess, "But I am more than a little horny, in case you haven't noticed." They both laughed and Diana began to caress his cock again with slow, tantalizing strokes of her soft hand. The man's penis jumped and jerked like a puppet on a string.
"I have the sneaking suspicion that you'd probably come the minute you put that deadly machine inside me!," the vivacious blonde said with a knowing grin, "But that's fine with me--for the moment."
Dengrove looked at her somewhat quizzically. "You may not be hungry, but I'm famished!," Diana purred, "And since it's too late to whip anything up in the kitchen--it's either Pizza Man or nice, hot 'Come a la Dengrove'!"
Dengrove broke up at the girl's easy wit and had to stifle his laughter. Diana held his cock in her hand and was about to bring the head of the giant member to her lips when a strange look crossed her face. "Did you really mean that about wanting to get it on with Penny?" Dengrove, not sure where the question was leading, grinned and nodded. "Well, how does this sound," Diana said softly, "I have you for dinner right now--and you have Penny?"
Dengrove felt the muscles in his groin tighten. The thought of sinking his cock into the hot, tight pussy of so obvious a little wildcat like Penny excited him beyond belief. But he played it cool and casual. "Doesn't Penny have any say in the matter?" he asked quietly.
Diana chuckled and toyed with the pilot's sperm-laden balls. "Let's put it this way, Cliff. If she doesn't want to make it with you, I'll run naked down the streets of downtown Los Angeles in broad daylight!' The young woman moved her face closer to the pilot's crotch and gently blew across the head of his cock. It jumped in her hand. She extended the tip of her tongue and teasingly insinuated it into the small opening in the head of Dengrove's penis. "Easy! Christ! You're gonna make me blow your 'supper' all over that pretty face of yours!," he exclaimed, his balls aching with pent-up desire. "What makes you so sure Penny wants to ball any man--let alone a decrepit old dude like yours truly?"
"Because she told me," Diana replied matter-of-factly. "Well, she didn't mention you of course. She doesn't know you. But she has a thing for what she calls 'older men' and--don't get offended--but I think you'd fit the bill perfectly." Dengrove stuck out his tongue in a little-boy manner and Diana giggled. "Anyway, she's heard me talk about you and she's been dying to meet you." Dengrove again shot the girl a quizzical look. "Remember you told me that you used to be the private pilot for some big rock star? Well, Penny claims that she saw you once at the airport when she went to catch a glimpse of her idol. That was a couple of years ago, but when I first told her I was going out with you she flipped. So, given her state of teen-aged horniness--which you've seen a first-hand example of--and her desire to meet you, I'd say... " Dengrove reached down and put a finger gently across the girl's full, naturally red lips. "I'd say you've made your point loud and clear. It's a deal, but only if Penny is completely amenable. I may be a dirty old man, but I'm no rape artist!"
Diana laughed and clapped her hands delightedly. "Does that mean I can have my supper now, Cliff?" Dengrove, with a gesture of mock grandeur, motioned to his rigid cock.
"Dinner is served, my dear. Better eat it while it's still hot. And... "
"And don't forget to clean my plate, right daddy?," Diana giggled, taking Dengrove's penis in her right hand. "Remember all the starving kids in China and all that?"
The handsome airline pilot grinned and said nothing. There was nothing more to say. It was all in Diana's hands, so to speak, and the gorgeous girl knew it.
Carefully, as if holding a piece of fragile china, Diana brought the head of Dengrove's massive cock to her lips. Again she blew gently across the bulbous head, while at the same time running her right hand up and down the shaft. She loved the way a man's penis was constructed. She could play with Cliff's all night, but he was hornier than hell and she wasn't in the mood for a lot of fooling around.
Gripping the rigid tool at the base of the shaft with her left hand, Diana slowly opened her mouth just wide enough to allow the head to slip inside. Dengrove groaned softly as the girl's honeyed mouth closed over the crown. Once she had the entire head of his cock in her mouth, Diana began to roll it around and around as though it were an all-day sucker. She lashed at the sensitive glans with the tip of her tongue and was rewarded with a series of groans from the handsome man perched on the edge of the bed above her. She could feel the muscles in his penis contract and expand spastically and the knowledge that it was her doing--her power--that made Cliffs glorious sex log react so quickly and so urgently made her shiver. The knowledge that she and she alone reigned over this beautiful man's prick excited and aroused her. Diana could feel her cunt begin to ooze sex juice and her vaginal muscles began to clench involuntarily. But her entire being was centered on this wonderful cock which she had only begun to pay homage to.
Cupping his large, semen-laden testicles in her right hand, Diana began to squeeze and massage them gently and rhythmically. She extended her middle finger and wormed it between the cheeks of Dengrove's ass and then slowly started to skewer it into the small anal opening. "AH! YES!," the pilot groaned, squirming around on the end of her finger, "Shove it right up my ass!," he commanded urgently.
Diana only too gladly did his bidding. If he was a slave to her sexual technique and power, then she was a slave to his penis. It was a two-way street paved with pleasure and ecstasy.
There was a slight popping sound as the blond vixen managed to work the tip of her finger right into Dengrove's tightly puckered asshole. He grunted and wriggled and she worked her digit around and inward until it was sunk up to the second knuckle.
Then, realizing that he could only hold out for so long given the arousing scene he'd witnessed between her and Penny, Diana decided it was time to really get down to some serious cocksucking. She had to admit to herself that she, too, was aroused to the point where she wanted nothing more than to cram Dengrove's cock and balls--if they'd fit!--right down her throat. She was determined to take it all if at all possible.
As she sawed her middle finger slowly in and out of the pilot's rectum, Diana gradually bent her head closer and closer to his body, forcing inch after inch of glorious cock into her mouth. When she had a good four inches inside she could feel it arch against the roof of her mouth and begin its steady descent into her throat.
Diana crooned low in her throat and applied as much suction to the deeply imbedded penis as she could. Dengrove groaned and thrust his hips up, driving even more of his rigid, saliva-slickened sex pole into the beautiful blonde's mouth.
Diana gagged momentarily and Dengrove immediately stopped the upward motion of his hips. She smiled at him gratefully with her expressive blue eyes. Most men would simply ram away, insensitive to the woman who was giving the pleasure. But not Cliff Dengrove. He was at once strong, totally masculine, and incredibly gentle and considerate.
Diana, now fully in control of her throat muscles once again, began to move closer and closer, driving the remaining part of Dengrove's cockshaft into her mouth and throat. She loved the taste of cock! Absolutely loved it!
Dengrove watched with growing amazement as the shaft of his rigid penis slowly disappeared into the girl's warm, suctioning oral cavity. He knew his cock was thicker than most and he was fascinated by the way in which Diana was able to stretch her mouth wide enough to accommodate the huge log. He was virtually mesmerized by the sight of her full, red lips creeping inexorably down the length of his cockshaft, heading for the base.
Diana paused briefly, waiting until just the right moment before attempting to take the last remaining section of Cliff's massive cock. Her cheeks bulged out--crammed full of hot, stiff penis like a squirrel stuffed with nuts! She could feel his shaft beginning to pulsate more erratically and she sensed that he was teetering on the brink of a wild ejaculation. She looked up at him questioningly and he gritted his teeth and shook his head; "Don't stop! I can hold it back, babe! Just suck and suck until you milk me dry--in spite of myself!"
Diana growled almost animalistically deep in her throat. She knew he was trying to hold back, but she also sensed that he couldn't do so for very much longer. And, besides, she was getting more and more aroused with every passing moment. She could feel love juice trickling out of her hot, seething pussy and running down her thighs onto the carpet. She wanted him to come! She wanted him to come hard and come soon! And, she was determined to make him do just that.
Whipping her finger out of the pilot's back passage, the gorgeous blonde began to squeeze his balls more and more quickly, taking care not to apply too much pressure to the sensitive sacs.
Then, with one quick motion, she thrust her head forward and took the last portion of Dengrove's cockshaft deep into her throat. The pilot gritted his teeth and moaned. She could feel his urgency and was spurred on by the knowledge that, within a matter of seconds, an enormous load of hot, sticky come would burst from the tip of his cock and flood her throat with the life-giving seed.
Diana's lips were curled around the base of the man's penis, brushing against his curly pubic hair. She felt something explode inside her head and she went wild. She began to slide her lips up and down the entire length of Dengrove's jerking, twitching penis like a piston gone haywire. Up and down like some wild woman, her long, blond hair whipsawing back and forth across her face. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth and her face was bathed with perspiration.
Dengrove glanced down at the beautiful young stewardess and marvelled at the incredible speed and intensity with which she was driving his cock in and out of her wildly suctioning mouth. He'd been given head by literally hundreds of women over the years and while some were more subtle and sophisticated in their various techniques, none could match the sheer passion and animal-like urgency of this adorable girl.
And then he felt it. That tightening at the base of his cock. The painful aching in his swollen balls. He reached down and grabbed Diana's wildly working head, as if trying to force his testicles inside her mouth as well before he came.
He almost made it. With a wild yell he thrust up with his hips and Diana's face was pressed tightly against his crotch. "OH, SWEET JESUS! I'M GOING TO SPILL MY CREAM, DIANA! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!"
Diana, still sucking and moving her lips up and down the pulsating cockshaft like a woman possessed, emitted a high-pitched wail as she felt the hot some blast out of Dengrove's balls and begin its quick journey up the stem of his crazily jerking cock. She mentally prepared herself for the onslaught of his sex cream, willing herself not to spill one glorious drop. She was determined to literally suck this wonderful man's penis dry without so much as losing...
And then Dengrove's cock erupted with the force of what seemed to Diana like a small volcano. His hot sex lava jetted from the tip of his cock and filled her throat as she frantically gulped and swallowed. But as fast as she worked her throat muscles, the pilot's long pent-up jism came even faster. It backed up and filled her mouth with its warm, salty, gruellike taste.
Diana was gobbling and swallowing madly now, still trying to contain every drop of the precious love liquid within the confines of her mouth. But it was impossible. Although her lips were leeched tightly onto the shaft of his penis, small trickles of semen began to leak through and dribble down her chin. She swallowed even faster, moaning in disappointment.
Finally Dengrove's cock shot its last small geyser of come and Diana had a chance to swallow the mouthful of the warm, sticky fluid which had built up over the last few minutes. Not content with that, the girl continued to milk the pilot's depleted testicles in a frantic, but vain, attempt to coax just a little more come from the sacs. "Ahhh! That was incredible, Diana! Hey, babe! There's no more left! You milked me dry!"
Diana, her face smeared with semen, smiled lazily as Dengrove's rapidly deflating penis slid from her mouth. A thin string of come clung to the tip and she quickly and avidly lashed out for it with the tip of her tongue. Then she licked her face as clean as she could and fell backward onto the carpet, breasts heaving and her mouth still open.
After a long moment Dengrove, a bit shaky on his feet, got off the bed and lay down beside Diana on the carpet beside the bed. He kissed her warm, full mouth tenderly and tasted his own semen. "What can I say?," he whispered softly, stroking the girl's hard-nippled, upthrust breasts with the palm of his hand.
Diana cocked an eye at him and grinned; "Say you won't be able to help out darling little Penny and I'll bite your ever-loving cock off!," she exclaimed with a giggle. She hefted the pilot's flaccid penis in her hand and grinned again; "But since I was responsible for putting 'El Pecker Grande' in this sorry state, I guess I'll have to take the responsibility for restoring him to his former state of supreme grandeur!" Dengrove chuckled and shook his head. This young woman was too much! After giving him head for more than an hour straight, she was ready to start all over again! And who was he to complain?
"Whatever makes you happy, my dear," he said in a gallant tone of voice, "Whatever makes you happy."
"This makes me happy!," Diana whispered with a passionate intensity which took the pilot's breath away. She took the entire limp penis into her warm, soft mouth and slowly began to suck...
* * *
Half an hour later, his cock once again fully erect, Cliff Dengrove stood beside Diana looking down at the sleeping figure of the luscious, teen-aged Penny. The girl had rolled over and was lying flat on her back, her slender legs spread apart just wide enough for the couple to see the young nymphet's prominent, golden-furred pubis with its coral-colored labial lips peering invitingly from beneath the pubic mattress. "She's really incredible!," Dengrove whispered, a tone of genuine awe in his voice, "If you hadn't worked me over with your magic mouth I'd probably get a hard-on just looking at her!"
Diana smiled and nodded her head in agreement. "She thinks her boobs are too small," the blond stewardess said with a soft chuckle.
Dengrove gazed at the girl's pert, hard tit cones which rose and fell gently and shook his head; "That's ridiculous! They're just big enough to get into your mouth, I'll bet--and that's big enough as far as I'm concerned." His gaze shifted to Diana's large, full tits and hastily added; "That's not to say that I don't appreciate beautiful breasts--regardless of their size or shape!"
Diana smiled sweetly; "You should have been a diplomat, not a pilot, Cliff." She paused for a moment and looked down at her young sister and then turned her attention back to Dengrove; "Well, Captain. How do you think we should begin this little... ah... operation?"
Dengrove turned away from the bed and grinned at Diana; "As gently as possible, babe. As gently as possible!"
Neither one noticed Penny's eyes opening and when she spoke Dengrove and Diana literally jumped; "As gentle as possible, my sweet ass! If you're gonna ball me, Captain Fantastic--you're gonna ball me with all burners on or not at all! Dig?"
After their initial shock at finding that the girl had been awake throughout their discussion, Diana and Dengrove exchanged looks and then both of them broke out laughing. Diana sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her sister with an expression of mock anger; "And just how long have you been with the living, sleeping beauty?"
Penny sat up, her apple-knocker breasts quivering delightfully, and glanced from her older sister to the nonplused pilot; "I'll give you a hint, sis." Penny pitched her voice in a fair imitation of Diana's and whispered impishly; "Since I was responsible for putting 'El Pecker Grande' in this sorry state " Dengrove slapped his leg and laughed uproariously while Diana turned several shades of scarlet. She pounced on Penny and pinned the girl's arms to the bed; 'Why you sneaky little bitch!," she said, trying to stay angry, but finding it impossible, "You mean to tell us you... you... " Diana's words failed her and she shook her head in absolute wonderment.
Penny giggled; "You give pretty good head for an older woman, sis. I watched the whole trip and then snuck back here and played dead. I wanted to see what you guys would do."
Diana threw up her hands and turned to Dengrove; "Well, you heard her, Cliff. If you're gonna ball me, you're gonna ball me with all burners on. Dig?'" Dengrove ran his hand down Penny sleek right thigh and watched as the muscles jumped. "You really think you're ready for the big time, huh kid?," he joked.
Penny moved with all the speed and agility of youth and grabbed Dengrove's rigid pecker with a small hand and squeezed it hard; "Kid! Damn it, I'm going to be sixteen in a few months! I'm no Tad' you burned-out jet jockey!" The young girl grinned impishly and slowly spread her legs as wide as possible; "Now sis here thinks I'm a virgin and I guess that technically that's true. But I've had three fat fingers up my tender little snatch for quite a while and I've been just waiting for the right man to come along and relieve the boredom. Are you the one, Captain?"
Dengrove's eyes narrowed with pure lust as he listened to the foxy nymphet issue her challenge. Then, calmly and deliberately, he removed Penny's hand from his cock and climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself between the girl's widespread legs; "How do you want it? Slow and easy so it won't hurt? Or would you rather I just took you like some wild boar? Is that more to your liking, oh sweet innocent beauty?"
Diana snickered, but Penny's eyes blazed with desire. She looked Dengrove straight in the eye; "Don't worry about hurting me, Captain. I've been ready for the past thirty minutes. What do you guys think I was doing while I watched my big sister fuck you off? I was diddling myself to one hell of a climax--that's what I was doing! So climb aboard--both of you! Penny Peters, is ready for the 'big time' as you so neatly put it, Cliff!"
Diana and Dengrove spoke simultaneously; "Both of us?"
The young sex kitten shook her head in mock despair; "Don't you older folks know anything?" She pointed at Dengrove's twitching cock; "That goes in here-right in my little cockpit!" She then pointed at her sister's luxuriant, fur-covered pussy; "And that goes right here--on top of my face! Am I making myself clear or should I go into a little more detail?"
Diana and Dengrove exchanged glances. They were both amazed at the girl's combination of innocence, worldliness, and sheer erotic passion. Penny thrust her pubic mound up into the air and wiggled her ass salaciously; "Well, come on you guys! Up until now you've had all the fun. Penny's horny and Penny wants TO BE FUCKED AND FUCKED GOOD!"
Jolts of pure sexual electricity shot through Diana's and Dengrove's brains and the couple literally leapt on top of the young girl's body--Dengrove between her legs and Diana with her crotch dangling a few inches above her sister's adorable face. "All right!," the girl yelled with excitement dripping from her melodic voice, "Let's get it on!"
Dengrove waited until Diana had lowered herself down on her haunches to a point where her gaping cunt was within perfect striking range of Penny's mouth and tongue. Despite the young girl's statement that she was "ready" and couldn't be "hurt," the experienced man knew that there was a big difference between a couple of fingers and a fully erect male penis--especially one as thick as his own. So he wanted Penny to be at least partially involved with eating out her sister when he gave the young girl what she wanted "with all burners on!"
Diana groaned softly as Penny extended her hot little tongue and slowly began to snake it up into her sister's gaping sex slit. The older girl began to rotate her hips rhythmically as Penny began to thrust her lingual member straight up into Diana's moist, eager cunt.
Then Dengrove made his first move. Lowering himself down, he guided the head of his cock to the mossy grotto of Penny's love center. He gasped with pleasure as the sensitive crown of his penis brushed against the sparse, curly pubic hair and slithered easily between the girl's gaping labia lips. The moment she felt the presence of the pilot's cock the girl thrust up with her hips, trying to force him inside her right away. Dengrove chuckled to himself and withdrew just enough to avoid actual penetration.
He grinned as he heard muffled curses coming from Penny whose mouth was leeched tightly onto her sister's rotating pussy. When Penny's hips had settled down, Dengrove again slid his cockhead between the moist, eager lips of the young teen-ager's cunt. He guided the large, bulbous crown up and down in the succulent furrow of flesh, reveling in the acutely exquisite sensations which coursed from his penis to his brain.
As the head of his massive machine reached the uppermost reaches of the girl's slit, it came into direct contact with Penny's clitoris and elicited a muffled shriek of ecstasy from the wriggling little vixen. Prime the pump as daddy used to tell me, Dengrove thought to himself as he gently let the head of his prick brush back and forth against the quickly rising sex trigger. Within a matter of minutes the girl was writhing with passion and he could see a small trickle of sex syrup oozing out of the tight little entrance to her snatch.
Realizing that there would never be a more propitious moment, the skillful stud let the head of his cock slide down the girl's labial pathway until it nudged against Penny's vaginal opening. Tentatively at first, Dengrove pushed against the incredibly tight passage and, for a moment, he thought he'd blow his load as the girl's vaginal muscles gripped the head of his cock in a viselike grip. "Get ready, sweetheart!," he muttered half to himself, "Here it comes--ready or not!"
With that Dengrove lunged forward with a powerful thrust of his hips and, to his surprise, Penny was ready! The girl met his downward stroke with a violent upward thrust of her pelvis and the pilot winced with pain as a good three inches of his massive cock was forced into the girl's virtually virginal love channel. "AIEEEE! OH, SHIT! IT'S SPLITTING ME IN HALF!" Penny's scream was muffled, but definitely intelligible, as the thick shaft ripped and pushed at her tight vaginal walls, forcing them to expand and accommodate the loglike intruder.
Dengrove, propped up on his elbows, remained motionless for several moments, waiting for the girl's pain to subside. But once again the gutsy little teen-ager surprised him. With another wild upthrusting of her slender hips, Penny literally drove herself another two or three inches up the pilot's stationary penis. This time there were no screams. Dengrove could feel Penny's vaginal muscles adjusting to the presence of his massive cock, but he still couldn't believe how incredibly tight the girl's love channel was! If she wasn't a virgin "technically"--as she'd put it--she was the next thing to it, he thought to himself as his cock soaked inside the glovelike passageway.
Diana's moans were coming faster and louder as Penny lapped and slurped at her sister's juice-drooling pussy. The older girl's eyes were glazed and she clutched wildly at her own swaying tits, kneading them and squeezing them like a mad baker with two mounds of fresh dough.
Dengrove, overcome with lust at the sight of Diana's sex-crazed eyes and his own rigid cock half buried in Penny's young pussy, lunged forward and gained another two inches.
But before he could penetrate the girl any further, Diana screamed and ground her crotch against her sister's wildly working mouth: "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M COMING! OH, SHIT, PENNY! COMING SO DAMN HARD!" Dengrove looked up just as Diana, love juice streaming from her ragged, red gash of a pussy, rolled off her sister and lay flat on her back on the bed still clutching her hard-nippled tits. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she gasped as the full force of her orgasm ripped through her body.
"Now, let's fuck!" Penny's urgent command blazed through Dengrove's brain and he snapped his attention away from the climaxing Diana and back to her horny little sister.
"You got it, babe! You got it!," he yelled with an excitement he hadn't experienced in years. Slowly he withdrew his cock from Penny's clenching cunt and then rammed it home again. This time his massive shaft sluiced into the girl's upthrust vagina to the hilt.
Penny was beside herself with passion. Thrusting her slim hips up urgently she lashed out at Dengrove verbally; "GO, CLIFF, GO! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT! OHHHH! ITS SO BIG... ! SO GOOOOD!" Dengrove quickly established a smooth steady stroke which Penny quickly adapted to and then, moments later, quickened.
Dengrove was amazed. Not only was the girl taking everything he had, she was literally begging for more--slamming herself up his cock with an intensity and speed that the pilot willingly matched and exceeded.
For the next fifteen minutes Dengrove and Penny matched each other stroke for stroke, the young girl climaxing wildly twice while Dengrove, totally under control, held back waiting for that exquisite moment when he would send a load of hot come blasting into the deepest reaches of the girl's clasping honeyhole.
And then she surprised him again. "Quick, Cliff! Roll over on your back! I want to ride you like a bronco!" Dengrove, grinning, complied. His cock, covered with the girl's orgasmic juices, slipped out of its tight vaginal nest and Penny groaned with disappointment. But, scrambling furiously, she threw her legs astride Dengrove's powerful thighs and then guided the head of his slippery prick to the entrance of her dripping cunt.
"Here I come! Ahhhh!" The girl slammed downward with all her strength, sending the man's massive cock spearing into her until the head crashed against her tightly coiled cervix and her sweaty thighs and buttocks came to rest on Dengrove's legs with a resounding smack!
Dengrove closed his eyes and let the girl ride up and down his rigid cock. Shivers of pure sensual delight raced through his body as the girl skewered herself wildly on his sexual sugar stick.
Then he felt the most exquisite sensation he'd ever felt and, opening his eyes and looking down, he saw that Diana was crouched beside him sucking on his balls while her young sister brought herself to another screaming orgasm on the man's rock-hard penis.
"Oh, Jesus! That's fucking incredible, Diana!," the pilot exclaimed, his face contorting with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the blond stewardess took both of his sperm-laden testicles into her soft, warm mouth and sucked on them with just the right degree of pressure.
Penny was oblivious to her sister's actions until, her third orgasm having peaked, she opened her eyes and saw what Diana was doing. She grinned and began levering herself up and down Dengrove's cock faster and faster until his cock was a blur as it slid in and out of the teen-ager's insatiable snatch. "Okay, Diana!," Penny yelled, "Let's put this stud out to pasture! Let's make him blow his load! I want his cream hosing up my pussy like a fucking flood!"
Diana's blue eyes flashed mischievously and she winked conspiratorially at her younger sister. Then she resumed her exquisite sucking of Dengrove's testicles, urgently trying to force the pilot to ejaculate.
It was no contest. Dengrove, lust inflamed and . near crazy with desire, let himself go. For the second time that night he felt a load of hot come burst from his balls and race up the stem of his cock. "ALL RIGHT, YOU HORNY LITTLE BITCH!," he yelled at the wildly pistoning Penny, "HERE IT COMES! TAKE MY CREAM! TAKE IT, BABE, TAKE IT!"
Penny did just that. And before the weary pilot fell asleep nestled between the two sisters, they managed to coax two more "encores" from his aching cock and balls.
CHAPTER SIX
Wiley Neilson tugged nervously at his neatly trimmed beard and made a grab for the "sissy bar" as Cliff Dengrove whipped his sleek Porsche into a winding road leading to an exclusive marina near Newport Beach; "Christ, Cliff! You're gonna total this son-of-a-bitch someday and I don't want to be in it when you do!"
Dengrove grinned at the young pilot; "I can't understand you, Wiley. You can land a 747 by the seat of your pants in a fucking hurricane and you're afraid of a little speed on the ground. Loosen up! I'm in no hurry to wrap this baby around a pole."
Neilson, a bit chagrined, changed the subject as Dengrove expertly maneuvered the sports car around another tire-screeching turn. "Just what is this party all about? I mean--Diana's mother? Christ! It'll probably be a bunch of square, middle-aged couples tossing back bourbon and copping quick feels when no one's looking!"
Cliff shook his head and laughed; "Why can't you look at things in a positive way? I don't know what to expect anymore than you do. Diana called and said her mother was having a little party on her yacht and that we were invited. Now, since Barbie, Carol, and Diana will all be there, maybe things won't turn out to be as dull as you imagine." The senior pilot grinned as he pulled the car into a parking lot adjacent to a series of boat slips.
The two men climbed out of the car and began walking toward a slip where a sleek Chris Craft lay at anchor. Wiley's eyes widened and the young pilot whistled softly; "I'll say one thing. The old broad must have a bundle! That's one hell of a boat! It must be a hundred feet long!"
Dengrove smiled at his friend and put an arm around his shoulder. "From what Diana's told me, her mother--whose name in Mona by the way--got the ship and about a million bucks when she divorced her second husband. So be nice." The older man winked; "And Diana tells me that her mother is just wild about younger men. So you just might score big tonight!"
Wiley groaned and stopped dead in his tracks. "Not this boy! I'm not going to get stuck with some flabby-titted old broad--million bucks or no million bucks! I'll just get quietly stoned and try to hit up on Carol. That redhead and I are about due for a little waltz around the track."
Dengrove shook his head in mock despair. "What am I gonna do with you, Neilson? In the first place, how do you know that Diana's mother is a 'flabby-titted old broad'--as you so delicately put it?"
"Well, she's Diana's mother, right? And mothers are always older than their daughters, right? So I just assumed... " Dengrove stopped at the gate to the boat ship and sounds of laughter and music could be heard coming from the large, opulent yacht. "Never assume anything in this life, Wiley my boy," Dengrove said in a tone of mock gravity, "Now Diana's eighteen-- almost nineteen, right?"
The bearded young pilot nodded silently as Dengrove opened the gate and the two men headed down the long ramp leading to the yacht. "Okay," the older man continued quietly, "So what if Diana's mother gave birth to her when she was--say--twenty. Then that would make Mona about thirty-eight or thirty-nine."
Wiley bobbed his head up and down and grinned; "Right! A middle-aged broad--just like I said."
Dengrove shot him a look; 'Watch it hot shot! You're talking to a man pushing forty, remember?"
"Yeah, but you're different Cliff. You've got the body and the stamina of a man half your age!"
Dengrove bowed solemnly; "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Wiley. But consider this: what would you do if Mona Peters--or whatever she calls herself--turned out to be a woman of about my age with a body and the stamina of a woman half her age?"
The young pilot grinned; "I'd probably jump on her bones!"
"Or she might jump on yours!," Dengrove retorted, "and who knows? She might give you a ride for your money you never expected--or couldn't keep up with!"
Neilson was about to come back with a smart-ass remark of his own when Dengrove motioned for him to be quiet. He pointed toward the yacht where Diana stood watching them, a smile lighting up her beautiful young face. Dengrove waved and turned to Wiley; "Just remember, stud. We're guests and we behave like gentlemen, right?"
Wiley gave Dengrove a mock salute as they walked up the gang plank. "Ill behave as long as you behave--Sir!' Cliff laughed and walked forward to greet Diana who looked stunning in a two-piece blue and white pants suit which clung to every curve of her voluptuous young body.
She hugged Dengrove and gave Wiley a kiss. Tm really glad you guys could make it. Especially you, Wiley." The bearded pilot looked somewhat perplexed. Diana winked at Dengrove and then said innocently; "I've been telling Mona all about you, Wiley. Young. Handsome. Wears a beard. Smokes grass. Loves to fuck!"
Wiley's mouth dropped open in amazement. 'You've got to be putting me on!," he said with a laugh, "You told your mother all that about me? Christ! What will she think?"
"Why don't you ask me yourself, young man." The woman's voice was low and sultry and Wiley barely managed to stifle a gasp as he saw her approach from out of the shadows. Dengrove was more than a little impressed, but kept his usual cool intact as the woman walked up to greet them. She took Dengrove's hand and shook it warmly; "I don't need any introductions. You've got to be this marvelous Cliff Dengrove Diana's been raving about. I'm Mona. Welcome aboard."
Cliff shot Wiley a quick, discreet "What did I tell you?" kind of look and smiled at the woman; "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mona. I trust Diana didn't... ah... rave too much. It's hard to live up to certain expectations."
Mona smiled warmly and turned to face Wiley. An overhead light brought the woman into plain view and the young man seemed totally astounded. For a moment he suspected that Cliff had already met Diana's mother because Mona Peters was everything--and more--than Dengrove had hypothesized.
She was about thirty-seven, but looked at least ten years younger. She wore a pants suit similar to her daughter's and filled it out just as voluptuously. She was, Wiley decided, a carbon copy of Diana and the young pilot felt his cock starting to rise beneath his casual slacks.
"You're staring, young man," Mona said with a chuckle, "I get the feeling that you expected someone a little... ah... older, perhaps. Well, I'm thirty-seven and proud of it. What do you think of my tits? Holding up pretty well for an old broad, eh?"
Dengrove and Diana snickered as Wiley's face turned bright pink. For a moment the normally glib young stud was totally at a loss for words. Mona eyed him critically while he tried to get himself together and the woman's keen blue eyes didn't miss a thing--especially the prominent bulge which was rapidly forming around Wiley's crotch area.
Finally Wiley managed a grin and gave Mona the same kind of "once over" she'd just given him. "I think your tits are absolutely beautiful, Mona. In fact, I'd like to suck on them until the cows come home--if you'll pardon the expression!"
Dengrove and Diana watched the trip going down between the sophisticated older woman and the twenty-four-year-old pilot with keen interest. Mona looked directly at Wiley's bulging crotch and then chuckled in that deep, throaty voice which reeked of sensuality; "I think that could be arranged, Mr. Neilson." She took Wiley by the arm, winked at her daughter and Dengrove, and lead the young stud onto the main deck of the yacht. "Of course, if you suck on my tits, then I'll have to suck on your cock, won't I? After all, it is a matter of tit for tat, wouldn't you say, Mr. Neilson?"
Dengrove and Diana broke up as Mona lead the totally bewildered Wiley toward the cabin area. Then Cliff put an arm around the beautiful young blonde and kissed her warmly. "I would have to say that our boy has finally met his match! Your mother is everything you said she was--and more. I was really tempted to tell Wiley exactly where she and her friends were at, but a promise is a promise."
Diana hugged him close to her and they walked up the short flight of steps leading to the bridge. "I'm glad you managed to keep Mona's... ah... trip a secret, Cliff. It was really worth it to see the expression on Wiley's face when she hit him with her standard. What do you think of my tits?' line! I mean--he didn't know what the hell to say. But mother will take care of him just fine." Diana shot Dengrove a knowing look; "And don't deny that she didn't turn you on, either. I saw you checking her out!"
Dengrove smiled and was about to say something as they stepped onto the dimly lit bridge of the yacht when a low, sensual moaning cut through the night air sending shivers down the couple's spines. "Looks like things are starting to warm up!," Diana giggled softly, leading Dengrove toward the far corner of the secluded bridge.
"Warm up, my ass!," the man retorted quietly with a soft chuckle, "Somebody's on fucking fire!" They peered into the darkness, but could see nothing.
"Shove your tongue in deeper! Deeper! Oh, Christ! My cunt's burning up!" The woman's voice was low and urgent and Dengrove felt his cock stiffen. Diana, too, was not unaffected by the woman's pleading tone. She could feel the familiar stickiness between her thighs and she knew her pussy juices were starting to flow.
Suddenly a powerful beam of light coming from behind the couple illuminated an area of the bridge to their right. Diana gasped and Dengrove whistled softly beneath his breath. Standing with her back up against the railing and her miniskirt wrapped around her waist was Carol Connors, Barbie's ravishing red-headed roommate. Her head was flung back and she was gasping with unrepressed passion as a well-built man of about fifty knelt in front of her, lapping and sucking wildly at her gaping, crimson-furred cunt. "Why that horny old fuck!," Diana giggled softly, "It's Ralph Derio, my mother's current boyfriend."
Dengrove, his gaze never leaving the incredibly erotic scene being played out in front of them, whispered out of the side of his mouth; "I thought you said Mona liked young men!"
Diana grinned and stepped closer to the couple near the railing. "I said she liked them the best. But Ralphie's something special. Come closer and you'll see what I mean."
As Diana and Dengrove began to move toward Carol and her cunt-sucking lover, Mona's distinctive husky chuckle erupted from behind them. Diana and the pilot turned as Mona, carrying a powerful flashlight, walked up to them. She kept the light trained on Carol and "Rahphie."
"He's like a wild animal when there's fresh pussy around!," the woman said with a throaty laugh, "Did you tell Cliff what Ralphie's little special quality is, Diana?"
Before Diana could answer, Carol cut loose with a series of low moans and spread her legs even further apart. "Oh, Jesus! It's all the way up to my fucking womb! Ahhhh! Shove it in harder, Ralphie! Harder! I'm gonna come any second!"
Mona walked up to within a few feet of the redheaded stewardess and trained the light on the girl's genital area. Dengrove and Diana followed close behind and the pilot gasped in amazement as he got a closer look at the older man's "special quality."
"Shit! He's got the longest damned tongue I've ever seen in my fucking life!" the pilot exclaimed, as he watched the man's lingual member withdraw almost completely out of Carol's cunt before plunging back into the reeking, juice-dripping love channel.
Mona smiled with pride; "Six and a half inches long, to be precise, Captain Dengrove. And he knows how to use it! Watch!"
Diana and Dengrove couldn't help but watch. The man had increased the speed with which he was spearing his incredible tongue into Carol's salacious slit and the redhead was writhing against the railing, oblivious to the presence of Dengrove, Diana, and Mona. "I'm coming!," she coughed, hoarsely, "Oh, sweet fuck! I'm coming! Suck me dry, Ralphie! Shove that damned tongue of yours right up into my belly!"
Dengrove's cock was jerking and twitching beneath his slacks and, from the way Diana was shivering and trembling beside him, he knew that the blonde was probably creaming her panties. Carol cut loose with an ear-splitting shriek and slumped, spent, against the railing. The man quietly lapped up the juices flowing from the redhead's spasming pussy and then, with a satisfied sigh, stood up and turned to face his little "audience."
"Delightful, Ralphie! Absolutely delightful!," Mona said, walking up to the man and kissing him on the mouth. "Was she good! Was her pussy as tight as you hoped it would be?"
The older man grinned and licked his lips; "Terrific, Mona! Just terrific! Redheads all have a certain... uh... taste about them which is quite extraordinary." The man kissed Diana and extended a paw of a hand to Dengrove; "Ralph Derio, but my friends all call me Ralphie."
"Cliff Dengrove. Glad to meet you. That was some performance! I like your style."
Diana giggled and slipped her hand into the older man's open fly. "But his closest friends call him 'The Snake'--for obvious reasons. Why, Ralphie! Your poor cock is as limp as a noodle!"
The man grinned; "It happens everytime I eat a woman," he explained matter-of-factly, "My concentration is so intense that I rarely get an erection until after I've finished."
Diana stroked the man's penis and then deftly flipped it out of his pants; "But you're finished now and the poor thing is still limp!" She turned to Dengrove and grinned; "I think Carol could use a little pick-me-up judging from the way she's hanging over that railing. Why don't you pay her a little visit while I help out dear Ralphie?"
Mona laughed and set the flashlight down so that the area of the bridge remained well illuminated. Then the woman turned and headed back for the steps. "Ill be below, kiddies. I must have a few words with that young pilot friend of yours, Diana. I do believe he's actually afraid of me!"
Dengrove laughed and walked the few steps to where Carol, her orgasm having peaked but her desire still not completely slaked, stood languidly at the railing. Diana, giggling girlishly, lead Ralphie by his cock over to the railing and motioned for him to stand beside the ravishing redhead. "That's it, Snake. You just stand there and little Diana will take care of what ails you."
Carol's eyes opened and she smiled as she saw Dengrove unzipping his slacks. She licked her full lips in anticipation as the pilot quickly dropped his slacks and stepped out of them. "Why Cliffie!," she drawled, "You look like the answer to a poor maiden's prayers! It's been quite a while since I had the honor of your... ah... company."
Dengrove grinned and stroked his rock-hard tool. He slipped his hands under Carol's widespread thighs and she quickly wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. "Ahhh! A good old stand-up fuck! Just what the doctor ordered!"
Dengrove laughed and kissed the voluptuous redhead, sending his tongue snaking deep into her mouth. He withdrew a moment later and grinned a bit sheepishly; "I'm afraid I don't have quite the equipment of old Ralphie, but I'll do my best."
Carol's eyes narrowed with growing desire as she felt the large head of Dengrove's massive prick nudge against her pubic mound. She squirmed around until the pilot's cock slipped between the well-oiled lips of her hungry pussy and pushed against the tight entrance to her honey hole. "What you don't have in the way of tongue you more than compensate for where it really counts," she hissed, slipping her own hot little lingual member into Dengrove's left ear. The pilot's cock jumped and jerked against the redhead's throbbing pubic bush. "Well, get it in there for God's sake, Cliff! I really need a cock right now in the worst way!"
Dengrove glanced over to see how Diana was coming along with her "mercy mission" and saw that the blonde was down on her knees in front of the older man, sucking voraciously on the mans penis which, to Dengrove's slight amusement, seemed somewhat smaller than average. Carol was right, he thought to himself. What you've got in one department you sometimes don't have in another. But, regardless, the look of sheer bliss on the man's face made it clear enough that Diana was doing just fine as far as he was concerned.
"Come on, Cliff! This is no time for voyeurism! Stick that damned log of yours where it'll do us both some good!" Carol's half-serious complaint roused Dengrove from his momentary reverie and, with one smooth stroke, he sent his cock slithering deep into the redhead's slippery passage. She grunted as his cock easily slid right up to the hilt and nudged against the tip of her womb. "Ahhh! That's it, Dengrove! I love your cock! Give it to me good! Make me cream all over that long, fat dick of yours!"
Dengrove established a smooth, steady rhythm and Carol, her ass slamming up against the railing of the ship, matched him stroke for stroke. The girl really knew how to fuck, thought Dengrove, speeding things up as he felt Carol begin to bring her vaginal muscles into play, alternately squeezing and releasing his cock without missing a stroke. He hadn't made it with the voluptuous redhead for several months and he'd almost forgotten what a tight, delicious little pussy she had.
He also remembered that Carol's tits were something special as well. As he continued to pump his massive cock in and out of her tightly clasping snatch he looked into the young stewardess's eyes and grinned; "I sure would like to feel those gorgeous boobs of yours massaging my chest, Carol!"
"Well, why the hell didn't you say something before!," she gasped as Dengrove's cock plowed deep into her wriggling, burning cunt with a particularly powerful thrust. The redhead took her arms from around the pilot's neck and giggled as he almost lost his hold on her. She quickly pulled her sheer T-shirt up over her head and her large, firm, freckled breasts popped out and stood proudly erect. Dengrove's eyes widened as he gazed at the girl's nipples: they were huge--the size of silver dollars and they were hard and pointed, too. He leaned in against the luscious redhead and managed to suck the nipple and a fair portion of her right breast into his mouth. Carol gasped and thrust her pelvis with increased frenzy against his plunging cock as Dengrove began to suck on the firm, pliable mountain of tit flesh, nipping at the out-sized nipple with his teeth. "Oh, shit! That turns me on something fierce!," the girl hissed into the pilot's ear, "Bite me and fuck me as hard as you can! I'm just about ready to come again!"
Dengrove glanced to the side and saw by the expression on Ralphie's face that Carol wasn't the only one on the bridge racing for an orgasm. Diana was sucking voraciously on the man's rigid, twitching penis, milking his balls with one hand while sliding her ovaled mouth up and down the shaft.
Dengrove turned his attention back to Carol whose head was rolling from one side to the other as the first tremors of her climax began to rock her voluptuous body. Dengrove was nowhere ready to come, but that was the way he wanted it. The night was young and he was determined to pace himself so that he could enjoy whatever might come his way down the line.
"HERE I GO!," Carol screamed, "OH, JESUS, CLIFF! I'M COMING LIKE CRAZY! MY BODY'S COMING APART! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Dengrove began slamming his cock into the redhead's spasming, climaxing pussy with incredible speed and power. He could feel her vaginal muscles contract and expand deliciously around his cock and, glancing down, he saw the small river of feminine sex syrup pouring out of Carol's slippery channel. The juice soaked his pubic hair and trickled down his legs. He lunged with incredible power into the girl's gaping snatch just as the full force of her orgasm swept her to the highest peaks of sexual pleasure.
A low groaning from Ralphie, accompanied by wild slurping noises from Diana, signalled that the older man was pumping his load of come into the blonde's eagerly gulping mouth and throat.
And then both Carol and Ralphie were finished. Carol kissed Dengrove passionately on the mouth and whispered; "Care to stick around for an encore? You haven't come yet and I hate to leave a man in a state like that."
Dengrove grinned and let his still rigid cock slip out of the girl's hot, clasping honey hole. "I'll take a rain check, Carol. I want to take a look down below to see what's going on. Maybe later, okay?"
Carol kissed him and smiled warmly as Dengrove let her legs down gently onto the deck of the ship. The redhead pulled down her miniskirt and began to put her T-shirt back on. "The hell with it!," she chuckled, tucking the tiny garment into the waistband of her skirt, "It's warm enough to go topless and everyone down below is probably starkers anyway!
As Dengrove began to pull his slacks back on he felt a soft hand reach around him from behind and firmly grasp his erect penis. It was Diana. She squeezed his cock for a moment and let go so that he could zip up his fly. "Just thought I'd let you know I'm still around!," she teased.
Dengrove turned and put his arm around the blonde's slender waist and lead her toward the steps leading below decks. Ralphie sat slumped on the deck of the bridge, a satisfied smile on his face--and his limp penis hanging out of his white sailor-style pants. "I see you left Ralphie pretty much the way you found him," Dengrove joked as he and Diana walked down the stairs.
"Not quite, babe," the adorable blonde crooned softly, licking a drop of the man's semen from her full lips, "Not quite!" Dengrove laughed and they made their way toward the main cabin.
When Cliff and Diana entered the dimly lit cabin they were immediately struck by the sounds of men and women in various stages of love-making. After their eyes had adjusted to the change in light, they made their way over to a pile of cushions which covered a good portion of the cabin floor.
"Hey, Cliff! You were right! Never assume anything in life!" Wiley Neilson's flushed, ecstatic face peered out from underneath a woman of about forty who was grinding her thick, moss-covered crotch against the young pilot's face. Mona Peters, stripped naked, was riding the stud's cock with all the finesse and sophistication of a woman who loved to fuck and had been doing it every opportunity she got.
"He's really quite as good as you said, Diana," Mona gasped as her crotch plummeted down engulfing Neilson's long, slender penis. "I've come twice already and he's not the least bit fatigued!" Dengrove and Diana grinned and watched for a moment as the gorgeous matron skewered herself with total abandon on Wiley's rigid cock.
Diana and Dengrove glanced around the cabin and saw that the floor was literally covered with writhing, wildly humping bodies. Dengrove spotted Barbie in a comer kneeling down in front of a slim man of about thirty who lay partially propped up against a wood-paneled wall. The beautiful brunette was sucking slowly and steadily on the man's cock and her perfectly rounded ass stuck invitingly up into the air. Dengrove grinned at Diana and, as if on cue, they both began to strip.
Dengrove quickly slipped out of his slacks and loose-fitting sport shirt and then turned to help Diana. He unbuttoned the top of her curve-hugging pants suit and his cock jumped as the girl's large, firm breasts burst from their confinement. The nipples were blood filled and erect and the pilot couldn't resist sucking on each one several times before allowing the blonde to finish undressing.
Diana, breathing heavily with pent-up desire, quickly unzipped her form-fitting blue and white slacks and Dengrove helped pull them down over her hips and ass. A moment later Diana stood nude in all her voluptuous splendor and Dengrove was tempted to throw her down on the cushions and knive into her hot, moist snatch.
But Barbie s wiggling ass was like a beacon signalling for him to approach. Seeing what he had in mind, Diana kissed him and then walked over to another part of the cabin where she opened a small cabinet and took out a long electric vibrator. She flipped the switch and the machine hummed and buzzed to life. With an impish smile suffusing her pretty face she walked slowly and deliberately back to where Dengrove stood crouched over Barbie's up-thrust backside.
Dengrove spread the firm cheeks of the brunette's ass apart and slipped his right hand underneath to gain access to her brown-thatched pubis. He easily slipped three fingers into the girl's hot cunt and she looked up momentarily from her fervent cock-sucking to see who was behind her. Seeing Dengrove she grinned and waggled her buttocks salaciously. Taking her mouth away from the man's saliva-slickened penis, she grinned at Dengrove; "Well I see that you finally made it, Cliff. If you're thinking of taking me from behind--be my guest. I'm hotter than a bitch in heat!" With that she pursed her lips into a perfect oval and slipped the man's rigid cock back into her mouth and began sucking away voraciously.
Dengrove rubbed his juice-soaked hand up and down the length of his cockshaft so that his entry into the luscious brunette's back passage would cause her a minimum of discomfort. He'd balled Barbie many times, but never in the ass. The prospect excited him tremendously as he slipped the head of his massive penis between the cheeks of Barbie's pert little buttocks.
Unnoticed by Dengrove, Diana stood quietly behind him, electric dildo in hand. She watched with growing excitement as the pilot pushed the head of his cock against the brown-rimmed, tightly puckered anus of her fellow stewardess. Barbie let out a muffled gasp of pain and pleasure as Dengrove's cockhead penetrated her anal canal and then she thrust her ass back and upward, forcing a good five inches of rock-solid man meat into her rectal channel. Dengrove groaned as the girl's anal muscles gripped his cock tightly and then, with one powerful thrust, he was buried to the hilt.
As he began to saw in and out of Barbie's back passage, Diana made her move. She quickly rubbed the head of the electric dildo up and down in her pussy furrow until the machine was good and lubricated. Then she brought it up to a point directly behind Dengrove who was pumping his slippery prick in and out of Barbie's asshole, eliciting a series of high-pitched, muffled shrieks from the lovely brunette.
Grinning impishly, Diana switched on the dildo and slipped the large head between the slim, hard cheeks of Dengrove's buttocks. "What the hell...?" he exclaimed as he felt the buzzing plastic intruder pushing against the small opening of his anus. He twisted his head around and found himself staring into Diana's grinning face.
"Surprise, Cliff!," the blonde said with a giggle, "I thought that what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander!" Dengrove's eyes flashed with excitement as Diana managed to push the head of the fake phallus past the resisting muscles of the pilot's anus. He groaned loudly as he felt the vibrator insinuate itself deeper and deeper into his rear passage.
Diana's reaming of his asshole incited Dengrove's lust even more and he began plunging his aching cock deep inside Barbie's anus with ever-quickening strokes.
The man whose cock Barbie was so avidly sucking began to ram his hips violently up against the girl's suctioning mouth as he felt his balls erupt and send a load of hot jism hosing through the stem of his cockshaft which was buried deep inside the brunette's mouth and throat; "TAKE THAT JISM!," he yelled, "SUCK IT DOWN, BABE! DRINK THAT CREAM!"
Barbie gulped and swallowed as fast as she could, but the man's jetting semen spurted out of the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin and neck. Dengrove rammed his cock with ever-increasing speed and intensity into the girl's wildly bucking ass as Diana continued to plunge the electric cock deep into Cliff s rectum.
Finally, with a heartfelt groan of satisfaction, Barbie let the man's cock slip from her mouth and she fell forward on top of him, her hard-nippled tits flattening out against the man's hairy chest. "Take it out of my ass and put it in my cunt, Cliff!," she implored, "I want you to make me come and come hard!"
Dengrove quickly whipped his rigid, slimy penis out of the girl's deliciously tight anal canal and guided the massive head to the moist entrance of Barbie's brown-tufted snatch. With one violent thrust he buried his cock up to the hilt in her tight little pussy and his wildly swinging balls crashed against the girl's upturned buttocks.
Barbie wrapped her long, supple legs around Dengrove's sweat-covered back and threw him even deeper into her cunt. "Diana! Bring that toy of yours over here and shove it up my ass!"
Diana grinned and quickly withdrew the humming dildo from Cliffs rectum and moved around until she was positioned perfectly to do Barbie's impassioned bidding. The blonde quickly shoved the dildo into Barbie's anus and the girl screamed with ecstasy.
Dengrove felt a strange thrill as his cock skewered into Barbie's seething pussy while Diana rammed the dildo in and out of the girl's anus. He could feel the vibrator as it plunged in perfect time with his own cock strokes, the real and fake cocks separated by only a thin membrane.
Male and female screams and yells of sexual completion filled the cabin and the sounds spurred Dengrove on to the point where his cock was sluicing in and out of Barbie's tight, well-oiled snatch with incredible speed. He felt the familiar tightening in his crotch and knew he was going to send a load of hot, sticky jism jetting into the brunette's cunt. "HERE IT COME, BARBIE! I'M GOING TO SPILL MY LOAD!"
Barbie thrust her hips and ass back against Dengrove's pistoning penis and screamed; "I'M RIGHT THERE WITH YOU, CLIFF! OH, SHIT! I'M COMINGGGG!" As Barbie shrieked out her wild orgasm, Diana couldn't stand it any longer. She ripped the dildo from the girl's anus and quickly rammed the full seven inches of vibrating plastic deep into her own seething cunt. Holding it by the tip she pistoned it in and out as rapidly as possible and, within seconds, felt her own climax begin to rip through her body.
Dengrove was pumping furiously into Barbie's oozing, wildly clenching cunt as powerful jets of jism shot from the tip of his cock and inundated the girl's love channel, mingling with the brunette's copious orgasmic discharge. Then, with a groan of complete satisfaction, the pilot collapsed on top of Barbie's back, his cock still buried deep inside the girl's wildly spasming cunt. He lay motionless, letting his cock soak in the tight, slippery depths until, deflating rapidly, it slipped completely out with a soft, sucking sound.
Dengrove glanced around the room which had suddenly become totally silent. It was as though everyone present had reached their individual heights of sexual release at the same time. Bodies were lying in tangled heaps everywhere.
Only Mona Peters was still in action. Kneeling beside a prone Wiley Neilson, her still firm breasts swaying gently back and forth, Diana's insatiable mother sucked avidly on the young pilot's semierect penis. Suddenly realizing that everyone in the room except for her had taken a well-deserved breather, Mona ripped her mouth away from Wiley's cock.
The youthful matron stood up and put her hands on her hips and glanced around; "What the hell's the matter with you turkeys?,'" she asked in her throaty, sensual voice, "The party's just started!"
Laughter and murmurs of admiration for the middle-aged sexpot erupted from the people scattered around the cabin. Diana withdrew the dildo from her juice-drooling snatch and stood up to face her mother, a wide smile on her face; "Have a heart, Mona!," she said with a laugh, "Some people have to take a break now and then."
"Well, this is one old girl who doesn't take a break until she damn well passes out cold! Come on, Wiley. Let's show these lames what real fucking is all about!"
Wiley groaned wearily and looked up at Mona who stood towering over him; "Can we do it lying down for a change?," he asked imploringly.
Mona grinned and rubbed her hands together; "I don't give a damn how you do it--just do it and do it quick!"
Dengrove and Diana exchanged tired smiles and watched as Mona positioned herself astride Wiley's body and, guiding the head of his cock to the portal of her insatiable love grotto, let herself plummet with a satisfied grunt down the length of the young pilot's cock. She landed with a smacking sound and quickly began to lever herself back up Wiley's sex pole.
"It's going to be a long night," Dengrove predicted with a wry grin, "Your mother could probably take on every man and woman aboard this yacht and still be looking for more when she was finished with them!"
By the time the sun rose, Mona Peters had done just that...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sleek Triangle Airlines' 747 lifted perfectly off the runway at Chicago's O'Hare Airport and, after making a wide turn to starboard, headed southwest bound for Los Angeles. Dengrove watched with pride and satisfaction at the consummate ease and skill with which Wiley Neilson handled the immense jet. "Level off at 35,000 feet and put this bird on automatic pilot," Cliff instructed his copilot calmly, 'We'll be guided by Omaha Central until Phoenix picks us up, so it should be a nice, easy run all the way in."
Wiley nodded and, watching the altimeter intently, leveled the giant jet off at precisely the right moment. Then, after setting the auto pilot, the bearded young man stretched, yawned, and glanced over at Dengrove. "For a group of wild-ass rock stars, these people sure have been a tame flock of geese so far," he said quietly.
Dengrove grinned and shook his head. "You'll never learn, will you kid?" Wiley shot him a quizzical look. Cliff sighed and let his experienced eyes flick from one set of controls and computerized meters to another before assuring himself that everything was perfectly in order.
"Just because they slept most of the way in from LA doesn't mean a damn thing now. They were resting up for their concert and now that it's over and done with I wouldn't be a bit surprised if your flock of 'tame geese' came alive and raised a little hell. Did you happen to notice that there wasn't any grass or booze being passed around on the way in to Chicago?" Wiley shook his head. "Well," Dengrove continued, "give it another twenty or thirty minutes and then take a stroll back into the cabin and sniff the breeze. I guarantee you'll get a contact high just from inhaling the fucking air!"
Ever since Dengrove had suckered him about Diana's mother the night of the orgy on her yacht, Wiley had made a conscious effort not to assume anything, but simply to flow with whatever trips came down. He was through predicting. He'd leave that up to the canny, shrewd Dengrove.
Wiley felt his cock stir as images of the party ran through the movie screen of his mind. After his initial shock and confusion at finding that Diana's mother was not just your average, garden-variety middle-aged matron, the young pilot had wound up with one hell of a crush on Mona Peters. He'd spent four nights on the yacht alone with her since the party three weeks ago and each night had been incredible. The woman was the most sexually versatile and sophisticated female he'd ever found himself in bed with. He laughed out loud as he remembered the night Mona, stoned out of her gourd on some dynamite Columbian grass he'd scored, had insisted that they lower the small lifeboat and fuck on the hard wooden bottom. He'd gotten slivers in his ass, but he had to admit in retrospect that it had been a kinky sort of experience. Mona was always dreaming up different ways and places in which to make love. They'd done it standing up in a telephone booth while she talked to her ex-husband on the phone and once they'd made it in the women's bathroom of a swank Beverly Hills nightclub.
"You've got that faraway look in your eye again, Wiley," Dengrove said with a wide grin, "Thinking about your 'middle-aged old broad with her flabby tits' again?"
Wiley flushed. "You'll never let me live that fucking remark down, will you Cliff? So I jumped to a hasty conclusion. Well, I've kicked my ass a thousand times since then for ever making that crack."
Dengrove chuckled and pressed the call button to the galley. His hot-blooded, wild-assed colleague was learning the ropes slowly but surely. While he waited for one of the stews to answer his call, Dengrove thought about his elite group of passengers. They were a hard rock quartet called Metropolis Rising and, although he'd never heard much of their music, the fact that they could afford to charter a 747 to haul themselves around in definitely signified their star--and financial--status.
For a brief moment Dengrove let his mind wander back to the time two years ago when he'd served as Thad Winthrop's private pilot. Winthrop, who'd gained rock and roll fame under the name of Jerry Jetstream, had been a total freak with a redeeming sense of humor. And Jesus had that dude and his friends liked to boogie! He remembered one orgy which Winthrop had thrown aboard his private jet and, although it had taken place close to two years ago, Dengrove's cock still twitched whenever scenes from that incredible trip flashed through his mind. He grinned to himself; no matter what the members of Metropolis Rising decided to get into on this flight, they'd never come close to approaching the sheer, undulate rated sexual craziness of that highflying orgy of Thad's.
There was a light rapping on the cockpit door and then it opened and Carol slipped inside. "You rang, Captain?," the vivacious redhead asked quietly. "Something to eat? Drink? A little head perhaps?"
Dengrove and Wiley laughed at Carol's "joke" since both of them knew that if they wanted her to go down on them she'd have their cocks out of their pants in no time flat. "Ill take a rain check on that delightful offer for the time being, babe," Dengrove replied.
"That's what you said the last time!," the redhead said with a little-girl pout. Dengrove looked at her blankly. "For Christ's sakes, Cliff! On the fucking yacht! Remember? You humped me against the rail, made me come and then took off with your dick still at full tat!"
Dengrove nodded, remembering the wild scene on the bridge. "How are our rock stars doing?"
Carol shrugged. "Okay, I guess. One of the chicks in the group has been eyeing my crotch ever since we left LA and I've got the feeling she's going to make a grab for me sometime before we touch down." Dengrove shot a "Told you so" look at Wiley who just grinned.
"How about the others? The two guys and the second girl? Any complaints from them?"
Carol shook her head and grinned slyly; "Nope. They're behaving so damned straight that I'm sure they've got something cooking. They've started passing a few joints around and a bottle of Southern Comfort, but that's about it--at least at the moment. Barbie and Diana are both really into the group's music and they're carrying on like a couple of school girls."
Wiley raised a hand in mock protest; "Don't say it, Cliff! Don't say a fucking thing! We've been in the air for exactly... uh... eighteen minutes and they've already broken out the grass! You're always so damned right about things! It makes me want to puke!"
Dengrove broke up and Carol shrugged her shoulders, having no idea what the hell the two pilots were talking about. She yawned and turned to leave the cockpit. "Are you going to make your usual little stroll down the aisles spreading charm and goodwill?"
Dengrove slapped the curvaceous redhead playfully on her pert ass and laughed; "I'll get around to it eventually. But until I do I leave Metropolis Rising in your capable hands and those of your 'school girl' colleagues!"
"Thanks for nothing, Captain!," Carol said, sticking out her tongue and backing out of the cockpit.
"I just don't get any respect around here," Dengrove said with a wry chuckle. He glanced at his watch. "It's been twenty-five minutes since we left O'Hare. Feel like playing private flying eye and seeing what our gold record rockers are up to back there?" Wiley grinned and shook his head emphatically. "Can't say that I blame you. Let sleeping dogs lie as the old saying goes. But I've got this funny feeling... " Dengrove's words were cut off as the cockpit door opened and Diana, her blue eyes wide with excitement, burst in. "Cliff, they're starting to take their bloody clothes off! Every last one of them! Even their soundman and the two roadies are running bare-assed up and down the aisles! Barbie's in the John so I thought I'd better come up here and tell you. What do you suggest that we do?"
Dengrove grinned mischievously: "Join em--if you want to. Take off your uniform, get stoned, and have a good time." Diana wasn't sure whether or not Cliff was serious or putting her on. This was the first charter she'd flown with a rock group and she was obviously more than a little perturbed. "Seriously, babe," Dengrove said quietly, "It's their plane until we hit LA. So if you don't want to party just stay clear and let them tear the fucking plane apart. They're paying through the nose for it."
Diana's eyes flashed mischievously. "Now wait a minute, Cliff! I didn't say I didn't want to party with them. As a matter of fact Steve--the lead guitarist--is kind of cute."
Dengrove winked at Wiley. "I give our little groupie here about five minutes before she strips and starts playing tag with our little group of rockers!" Diana shot him a dirty look and Dengrove added hastily; "Easy, Diana. I might just join you back there myself. The little blonde in the group does have a hell of a sexy vibe about her!"
Diana giggled; "You're telling me! She's been trying to grab my ass ever since we took off and the other one... "
"The other one has eyes for Carol," Dengrove said dryly, "I heard it through the grapevine. Now you just scoot on back there and do whatever your little heart desires. Okay?"
Diana grinned and quickly left the cockpit. Dengrove looked over at Wiley; "Thirty minutes right on the nose. I think I'd better wander on back there and see just how crazy things are getting." The senior pilot got up from his seat and turned to leave.
"Hey, what about me?," Wiley protested, "I'm as horny as you are!"
Dengrove winked at his young co-pilot. "You mind the shop and if you're a good boy and don't pile this bird into the side of a mountain I just might come back later and let you off your leash. Okay?"
Wiley grumbled and muttered something about "bullshit seniority," but Dengrove was already out of the cockpit.
When Dengrove entered the main cabin the first thing he saw was a dense cloud of pungent-smelling marijuana smoke and he grinned to himself and shook his head. If he simply stood still for five minutes he'd be stoned out of his mind just by breathing normally!
As he walked down the right aisle he heard wild laughter and female giggles coming from the spacious rear section where the rock group had opted to sit. Dengrove loosened his tie and took off his jacket, placing the garment over the back of a seat. Just then he saw Barbie running toward him bare-ass naked and laughing her head off. The brunette's firm, full breasts were bouncing crazily up and down on her chest and she was being pursued by a heavy-set dude of about twenty whose cock was flopping around like a windsock in a hurricane. Dengrove wasn't sure, but he thought the young man was the lead singer of the group.
Barbie literally ran into his arms and one look at her eyes told Dengrove that the stewardess was very, very stoned. "Taking care of the paying customers, I see," the pilot said drolly. Barbie just giggled.
The young man raced up and saluted Dengrove. "Howdy, Captain. Come to join the rock and roll crazies? We're just getting it together and you're welcome to party with us if you've a mind to."
The offer was sincere and Dengrove flashed the young singer a knowing grin. "Have you two been introduced? No? Well, this is Barbie Shore and your name is . .?"
"Brad Shapiro, Captain. Glad to make your acquaintance. But if you'll excuse me I've got a little matter to discuss with this delectable young morsel." The good-looking singer's eyes drank in Barbie's naked beauty and Dengrove chuckled as the stud's cock began to rise quickly. Barbie's eyes widened as she watched the singer's prick swell and rise until it was sticking a good nine inches out from his crotch. The young stewardess licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and took the rock star's hand. She winked at Dengrove and headed back down the aisle to where the rest of the group was getting wilder with every passing second.
Dengrove followed the nude young couple, his cock starting to rise as he watched Barbie's pert ass swing back and forth as if her hips had been set in well-oiled ball bearings. But before reaching the rear of the plane the singer maneuvered Barbie into an empty row of seats and gently pushed her down on her back. The young woman's left leg dangled down over the edge of the seat exposing the gaping, coral gash of her brown-thatched pussy. Dengrove stopped to watch as the young singer knelt on the carpeted floor and quickly buried his face between the luscious girl's legs. The pilot's cock jumped as he saw the young man's long tongue snake out of his mouth and slither between the glistening labial lips of the highly aroused young stewardess. "AHHHH! THAT'S JUST PERFECT!," Barbie yelled as the stud's tongue darted straight into her tight little cunt, "SHOVE IT IN GOOD, BRAD! SUCK ME OFF UNTIL YOUR TONGUE BLEEDS!"
Lapping and slurping wildly, the singer thrust his lingual member as far as it would go into the warm, slippery depths of Barbie's snatch. The girl writhed and squirmed around and began bucking her foamy pussy up hard against the rock singer's face. Then, her face contorted with sheer lust, Barbie hissed out a command; "Your cock! I want that big fat cock of yours inside me right now, Brad! Get up off your knees and fuck the living shit out of me!"
Dengrove stood rooted to the spot as he watched the singer scramble to do the sex-crazed girl's bidding. He slid between Barbie's legs, spreading them wider apart until Dengrove could see right up her pink-flanged cunt, and then he thrust his slim hips forward sending all nine inches of rock-hard cock spearing into the gorgeous brunette's gaping honey hole.
Dengrove gasped as the outer lips of Barbie's labia leeched around the thick cockshaft and nibbled their way down the gigantic penis until the entire shaft was buried deep inside her hungry love channel.
Barbie shrieked with sheer animalistic pleasure as the singer withdrew his slimy, juice-coated cock from her cunt until just the large, purplish head remained inside. The girl's pussy lips grabbed at the shaft, trying to keep the monstrous sex log lodged within the honeyed chamber, but to no avail. Then, with a grunt and a ferocious thrust of his hips, the singer drove the full nine inches back into Barbie's juice-dribbling snatch. "OH, SHIT! YES! YES! YES! RAM THAT PUSSY-STICKER UP INTO MY THROAT!," the wildly writhing brunette screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Is that what you do, Captain-watch? Or do you stay celibate in the air?" The soft, melodic, and very sensual female voice snapped Dengrove out of his near-hypnotic trance. He whirled around and found himself face to face with Karen Collins, the petite blond who'd given him the eye when the group first boarded the plane two days ago in Los Angeles.
Dengrove's cock jerked and jumped inside his pants and the little blond sex kitten giggled. She was no more than five-feet-tall, but her body was exquisitely proportioned. High, firm breasts with large, naturally pink aureoles and delicate, little, cherrylike nipples seemed to wink at the pilot like two flashing neon bulbs. Her torso tapered down to an amazingly slender waist and then flared out at the hips in a truly mouth-watering manner. She was wearing a pair of sheer, see-through panties and Dengrove quickly noticed that she was a natural blonde.
"Cat got your tongue, Smilin' Jack?," the impish young singer said with a throaty chuckle, "Or maybe you're the shy type. Well, I'm not. I was digging on you ever since we hit the airport back in LA and now I'm planning to see if you're as groovy underneath as you are on the surface, that is, unless you have some objection."
Dengrove grinned and just stood there waiting to see just how far the little vixen would go with absolutely no encouragement. He quickly found out. The girl unzipped his fly and sent a tiny hand snaking inside his pants. "Mmmmm! Sure does feel like a solid winner!," she giggled, expertly flipping Dengrove's tumescent member out of his pants and rolling it around between the palms of her hands. "Bet it tastes good, too!"
The petite blonde fell to her knees and formed her lips into a perfect oval. Holding the shaft of his cock in one tiny hand she quickly slipped her mouth over the large, blood-gorged crown of Dengrove's cock. The pilot leaned back against a seat and groaned with pleasure. The girl's mouth was warm and moist and she used her oral cavity like a human suctioning machine.
Dengrove would have been perfectly content to simply lean back and let the little blond singer suck him off to her heart's content, but he felt an obligation to check out what was happening in the rear of the aircraft. So, reaching down, he gently took hold of the girl's curly blond head and lifted her up onto her feet. She had a hurt, disappointed look on her face; "Weren't you getting off, Captain? Let me try something else, okay?"
"Hey, sweetheart, you were getting me off more than you'll ever know," Dengrove said with a warm smile, "But I've got to keep an eye on things. After all, I am the dude who's supposed to be flying this crate, remember?"
Dengrove walked quickly to the rear of the cabin with the little blonde following closely behind. The clouds of grass smoke hung like a thick blanket of fog and the people doing the smoking and screwing around saw him first. "Hey, it's the captain!," a faceless male voice called out. "Well, all right! Come to join the party?"
Dengrove peered into the smoke and quickly realized that a full-scale orgy was in progress. Carol was lying on the floor with her face buried between the legs of the second female member of the rock group, a nubile young black-haired beauty of about nineteen. A tall, skinny young man--one of the roadies-was crouched down behind the red-headed stewardess sawing in and out of the girl's cunt with lazy, rhythmic strokes of his long, slender, rapierlike penis. Every time he plunged downward his balls would slap against Carol's upthrust ass and drive the stewardess forward. Juice was pouring out of the redhead's salacious pussy slit and Dengrove assumed that she'd probably climaxed at least once or twice already.
Then he spotted Diana and his mouth gaped open in sheer amazement. The voluptuous blond stew was being treated to a royal "sandwich fuck" by the soundman and the lead guitarist of the group. Dengrove moved closer, his cock jumping like a pogo stick gone haywire.
Diana saw him and grinned. She was standing with her legs spread wide apart. The guitarist was ramming his cock in and out of the girl's golden-fleeced cunt from the front while the soundman, in perfect synchronization, skewered his sex spike in and out of Diana's tightly puckered anus. As the man in front plunged forward his motion drove the lust-inflamed blonde backward just as the soundman speared into her back passage. Love juice was trickling out of Diana's gaping pussy and dribbling down her legs and onto the carpeting.
Dengrove couldn't stand it anymore. The sexual tension in the rear part of the cabin was incredible as mouths sucked on pussies and cocks rammed in and out of dripping cunts. Slurping, sucking, licking, and sloshing sounds filled the air and Dengrove began to strip as fast as was humanly possible without tearing his clothes to shreds.
The little blonde clapped her hands together as she saw that the pilot had decided to join in on the wild orgy and she quickly wriggled Out of her sheer bikini panties. She walked around in front of Dengrove and thrust her prominent pubis out impudently at him. "Remember me, Captain? I'm Karen--fly me!" Dengrove's cock jutted straight out from his crotch and the homy little singer stared at the gigantic penis hungrily. The pilot lifted the petite little vixen bodily into the air and she squealed with delight as she realized just what he planned to do. "You've got it, Captain! You've got it! I'm a spinner! A born fucking spinner!"
Dengrove laughed and swung the light-weight little blonde out in an arc away from his body. She flung her legs wide apart, ready for the next move. It came quickly enough. Gripping the girl firmly by the hard, exquisitely molded cheeks of her ass, Dengrove drew her to him.
As her legs wrapped around his waist like twin steel bands, her wide-open honey hole zeroed in perfectly on target. The bulbous head of the pilots massive cock slipped between the crimson lips of her love dew-glistening snatch and the momentum of her arching body drove his cock into the deepest reaches of her clasping, tight vaginal passage. "AIEEE! OH MY GOD, WHAT A FUCKING TRIP!," the lithe little blonde yelled as the head of Dengrove's penis crashed against the tip of her womb. Their pubic hairs meshed and the pilot held her close to him, waiting for her extremely tight cunt to adjust to the thickness of his massive cock.
Then, as the girl threw her head back and screamed with sheer delight, Dengrove sent her "spinning" out along the full length of his slippery cock. He pushed her supple body out into space until just the head of his penis remained lodged firmly inside her delicious little love grotto. Then, yanking her forward again, he pulled the exquisite little "spinner" back down onto the shaft of his long, thick prick as easily as one might pull on a high rubber boot.
The girl wriggled, squirmed like a fish on a hook, clutching at her jiggling, swaying tits with her hands and massaging the firm globes of flesh wildly.
Back and forth the petite rock singer rode the full length of Dengrove's cockshaft until she was crooning low in her throat and violently applying pressure to the deliciously pistoning cock with both sets of vaginal muscles.
Then, cutting loose with a wild, bansheelike howl, the girl's body began to shake violently as the first waves of a tremendous orgasm began to rip through her young body; "I'M COMING! CAPTAIN! OH, JESUS, MY INSIDES ARE EXPLODING! FASTER! FASTER! SHOVE IT IN FASTER!," she wailed.
Dengrove slid her in and out on his rigid cock with all the strength he could summon, forcing his massive prick in to the hilt time and time again. The girl was sobbing and laughing hysterically at the same time as her face and body twisted and contorted under the sheer impact of her incredible climax. Love juice was pouring out of her cunt and bathing Dengrove's crotch with its pungent essence. Finally her head rolled to one side, her mouth hung open, and her small body went completely limp. Dengrove gently swung her out from his body and watched as his come-coated cock emerged from the spasming depth of her gaping pussy. He set the tiny girl down on her feet, but her legs buckled beneath her and the pilot had to move quickly to keep her from crumpling to the floor of the cabin. He carried the gasping, shuddering little singer to the closest row of empty seats and lay her down gently on her back.
No sooner had he stepped back from the girl when Barbie rushed up and knelt on the floor beside her. Spreading the singer's limp legs wide apart, the brunette began to lap up the small flood of sex sauce which flowed out of the girl's still contracting cunt.
Dengrove watched the horny scene for a moment and then looked around for Diana. She wasn't in the immediate area so he assumed that she'd either gone to the washroom or simply passed out somewhere in the cabin.
He walked across to where Carol lay flat on her back on the floor. The group's male singer, Brad Shapiro, was frantically ramming his long, slender cock into the insatiable redhead's wildly bucking cunt. At the same time, the soundman, who had been part of Diana's wild "sandwich fuck," was kneeling with Carol's head gripped tightly between his legs. She was sucking crazily on his cock, humming low in her throat, happy to be getting cock at both extremities of her body.
Dengrove's balls were aching and he knew he would have to come soon or die of a terminal case of lover's nuts! He looked around and saw the black-haired beauty who'd been eating Carol out so eagerly what seemed to the pilot like hours ago. She was sitting on the edge of a seat intently watching the two men pump their cocks into Carol's oral and vaginal orifices. When she saw Dengrove approaching she grinned and leapt to her feet.
"Why, Captain! You look like a man who hasn't eaten--or should I say been eaten!--for a week!," the sultry, ebony-tressed beauty exclaimed with a wry chuckle. She glanced down at Dengrove's rampant, twitching cock and clucked her tongue in her cheek sympathetically. "Might I do the honors?" The senior pilot grinned and bowed in a courtly manner which set the girl off giggling again. "Poor baby! Let's see what Gina can do about this hard--and I do mean hard!--situation."
The luscious young woman knelt down directly in front of the super-horny pilot and licked her full, moist lips as if she were a small child staring hungrily at a large hunk of rock candy.
Then, cradling the man's heavy, sperm-laden testicles in one soft hand, she gripped the base of his cockshaft with the other and began whipping her long, black hair back and forth across the sensitive crown. Dengrove squirmed and groaned as her tresses elicited wild sensations which ripped through every fiber of his being.
Dengrove was oblivious to the wild, sexual activity going on all around him. His entire concentration was centered on this beautiful young rock star and what she was doing to his aching, pulsating cock.
After several, exquisitely agonizing minutes, Gina tossed her hair away from her face and blew gently across the top of his penis bringing forth more low, growling sounds from the pilot's throat.
The black-haired beauty stood up and pressed her large, pillowy tits against Dengrove's cock, trapping the swollen, bloated member between the two mountainous globes of tit flesh. Working her breasts around and around with both hands she masturbated his cock in a way no other woman had ever done before. The sensations were incredible and Dengrove clenched his teeth, not wanting to blow his load until this sensational young vixen had taken his cock deep inside her hot, hungry mouth.
Sensing the pilot's urgency, Gina released his cock from it's downy prison between her tits and quickly sank to her knees once again. She pursed her full, sensuous lips into a perfect oval and then slowly slipped the substitute cunt over the cap of his cock. Dengrove saw stars and, for a split-second, thought he might literally pass out as a result of the amazing sensations which rocketed through his sex-crazed brain. "SUCK IT, GINA! FOR GOD'S SAKE SWALLOW MY FUCKING COCK AND BALLS AND MILK ME DRY!"
Gina growled low in her throat like some savage, feline jungle cat and sent her lips slithering down the first five inches of Dengrove's massive penis. Massaging and squeezing his balls simultaneously, the highly skilled beauty began to apply incredible pressure to the shaft of Dengrove's cock with her Lips and mouth. Then she lunged forward and the pilot watched with amazement and delight as the rest of his tortured cock disappeared deep inside the honeyed warmth of her oral cavity.
Dengrove moaned and squirmed around as Gina slid her ovaled lips up and down the entire length of his tumescent cock pole, steadily increasing the speed and intensity.
The pilot reached down and managed to capture the young woman's gently swaying tits in his hands. He began to pluck at the large, knoblike nipples with the tips of his fingers and the girl's body began to shudder with pleasure. As he kneaded the hot, gelatinous globes harder and harder the girl was spurred on to even greater heights of celestial cock-sucking.
Slippery, sloshing sounds emanated from the girl's mouth as she sent her mouth racing up and down his rigid penis. Then they both felt it happening: Dengrove's balls began to ache incredibly and Gina felt his cockshaft begin to jerk and jump spasmodically. "GONNA SHOOT, BABY! GONNA BLOW MY WAD RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT!," the pilot yelled in a hoarse, raspy voice. "TAKE IT! TAKE THAT FUCKING CREAM!"
Gina moaned deep in her throat and continued her crazed, dizzying rise and fall of her mouth on hot cock. Then, as he felt the first explosion of hot jism burst from his bloated balls, Dengrove gripped the girl's bobbing head tightly between his strong hand and pulled her so violently toward him that every last millimeter of his climaxing cock was stuffed down the girl's throat.
The hot semen ripped from the head of his cock in seemingly never-ending torrents, blasting against the roof of Gina's frantically working mouth and then flooding down her throat. She gulped and swallowed, not wanting to lose a drop. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to both of them, Dengrove's cock spewed forth its last blast of hot, sticky sex sauce. His cock deflated rapidly and Gina let it slip from her mouth with a anguished groan of disappointment. It was as if her closest friend had suddenly died--and, in a way, the cock-crazy woman did experience a great sense of loss. She swiped a globule of semen from the tip of Dengrove's limp cock with a deft lashing out of her tongue and then she fell in a heap on the carpeted floor of the plane, her lips and face glistening with the pilot's come and her own saliva.
After a moment Dengrove bent down to give the beautiful young rock star a kiss, but she was fast asleep and purring like a kitten who'd just polished off a saucer of rich cream.
Dengrove found his slacks and, hands trembling from the wild experience he'd just been through, pulled them on and headed quickly up the aisle toward the cockpit. Supine, sexually-satiated bodies lay strewn around various parts of the main cabin like so many dead soldiers on a field of battle. Dengrove noticed wryly that Barbie and Carol were among the "casualties."
Opening the cockpit door Dengrove paused as he heard a soft, sinuous sucking noise coming from inside. Peering into the tiny command post he saw Diana down on her knees voraciously sucking Wiley's cock which protruded from his pants in a rather ludicrous manner. Dengrove cleared his throat and the couple both jumped.
Before the senior pilot could say a word Diana ripped her mouth from the junior pilot's cock and looked up defiantly; "Well, somebody had to take care of the poor bastard who was driving!"
Dengrove looked from Diana to Wiley and shook his head in sheer disbelief. If word of high jinks such as this ever got back to the boys at Triangle's head office, heads would roll, starting, naturally, with his own!
"Okay, okay! You win, Wiley! Get the hell out of here and take this horny little broad with you. Ill fly the fucking plane the rest of the way."
Diana rose from her knees and Wiley, his eyes gleaming with excitement, leapt from his chair. He was about to throw Dengrove a mock salute but thought better of it.
Anyway, his cock jutted straight out from the opening in his slacks and that was as good--and as an appropriate--a salute as he could ever dream up.
The young couple quickly left the cockpit and Dengrove, safely behind the controls of the thing he loved the most, sighed and leaned back.
Flying sure was a kick in the ass!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been dubbed a "B.Y.O.B." (Bring Your Own Bod!) affair by Barbie who had dreamed up the idea and taken care of everything from the crazy invitations to the acquisition of an ample supply of high-grade grass. In actuality, however, it was really an intimate little party to celebrate Diana's nineteenth birthday. Barbie and Carol had decorated their plush high-rise apartment for the occasion and the guest list was very limited.
Besides Barbie, Carol, and Diana, Cliff Dengrove, Wiley Neilson, Mona Peters, peppery little Penny Peters, and a handsome young friend (and occasional lover) of Diana's named Dennis Harden were on-hand for the celebration.
Dinner had been served--and raved over--and Diana had opened her presents with all the wide-eyed excitement of a bubbly young girl. Among other things, the "birthday girl" had received a solid gold pendant from Cliff Dengrove which, upon close scrutiny revealed itself to be a representation of a man and woman locked in a highly complex (and incredibly erotic) Hindy sexual position.
But now things had calmed down, joints were being passed around, and most of the "guests" had proceeded to divest themselves of their clothing. Diana was parading around the spacious living room in a form-fitting, translucent nightgown which was a present from "Mommy Mona."
Cliff Dengrove was roaming around the apartment shooting everything and everybody with his super-8 movie camera. It was his plan (as yet undisclosed) to document the party totally on film and to present Diana with a color print as a special present.
The keen-eyed pilot noticed as Wiley, Mona, and a very stoned Diana casually worked their way down the hallway and into Barbie's bedroom. Grinning to himself, Dengrove followed at a discreet distance and waited outside the door until the sounds emanating from within seemed to indicate that the threesome was beginning to get down to some nitty gritty love-making.
Dengrove, who was clad only in a pair of gold jockey shorts bearing the words "READY WHEN YOU ARE, C.B.!" in bold, black letters across the ass, peered into the dimly lit bedroom and grunted to himself with satisfaction. Since he was shooting with extremely fast film, he knew he'd be able to capture everything that went down in the apartment without he need for harsh movie lights.
He sauntered into Barbie's room and positioned himself near the young stew's king-size bed. Wiley was lying on his back between Mona and Diana and the expression on his bearded young face suggested that he'd stumbled upon nirvana. The two women-mother and daughter--were vying with mock seriousness for possession of the young pilot's flaccid penis which dangled between his slim, muscular legs.
Dengrove looked through the view finder of his camera and frowned. The angle just wasn't the one he wanted. He looked around the room and spotted a sturdy-looking chair standing in a far corner. Ambling over he picked up the chair and carried it back to his original position near the bed. He stood up on it and again checked the view finder. Perfect! "Hey, Cliff! You gonna put us-all in the moo-vies?," chorded Wiley in a thick Texas drawl.
Dengrove grinned down at the trio on the bed, "Sure am, jet jockey! All you gotta do is act naturally!" Mona and Diana exploded with that peculiar high-pitched, melodic laughter which most people stoned on grass tend to emit. Wiley just grinned and raised his middle finger high in the air.
"That's rude, Wiley Neilson!," Mona admonished jokingly, "And I'm afraid you will have to be punished!" Diana giggled and Wiley's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Mona was capable of coming off-the-wall with some pretty wacky ideas and he was leery of the glint in the beautiful matron's light-blue eyes.
Mona sat up, her amazingly firm breasts jiggling provocatively, and began to issue instructions to both her daughter and the young pilot; "Now Diana, you scoot around so that your sweet little pussy is directly opposite Wiley's face. Ugh, how I hate beards! I will position myself so as to make my own little honey pot readily accessible to Wiley's fingers. Wiley, your punishment is to minister to our needs until we are sufficiently aroused before either Diana or myself will venture to lay a hand upon that sweet, limp, little prick of yours!"
Dengrove burst out laughing and Wiley shot him a dirty look. "It's punishment time, Wiley!," Dengrove kidded unmercifully, "Do your duty and take it like a man, Wiley!" The two women snickered and Wiley, his expression registering mock disgust, slowly extended his long, curved tongue and let it slither delicately between the crimson labial lips of the luscious Diana. As the young woman moaned softly, Dengrove began shooting. He had an automatic zoom lens on the sophisticated little camera and he used it to good effect.
"Come, come now Wiley! I do not detect the presence of any of your supple digits within the mossy confines of my love grotto!," Mona chirped indignantly. The young pilot rolled his eyes around in their sockets (mostly for the benefit of Dengrove's omnipresent camera) and then, with a half-sigh, half-groan, let his right hand slip between the older woman's slightly parted legs. The moment he touched her, Mona splayed her thighs wide apart and Wiley winked surreptitiously up at Dengrove perched on his "director's chair."
Then the sexually-sophisticated young Neilson began to work his magic on both mother and daughter. Burrowing his face into Diana's golden-fleeced pussy like some horny mole, he began to trail his long tongue teasingly up and down in the moist, coral-tinged trough formed by the girl's outer vaginal lips. Diana arched her pelvis and thrust herself even more tightly against his face. Dengrove activated the zoom lens and smiled with satisfaction at what he saw through his view finder.
As he slowly and tantalizingly flicked the tip of his lingual member back and forth across the hard, little nubbin of Diana's clitoris, Wiley eased three fingers in between the luxuriant, crimson lips of Mona's cunt and then slipped them directly into her already moist and heated love channel. The older woman writhed against the insinuating digits and moaned with delight.
Hearing activity just outside the open bedroom door, Cliff Dengrove turned to see Barbie, Carol, Penny, and Dennis Harden grouped together in the hallway. The pilot grinned, put a finger to his lips and signaled for the foursome to enter the room. They were all stark naked and Dengrove swung his camera around to get a shot of the three nubile girls, their tits swaying and bouncing on their chests, as they trooped into the room and quietly approached the bed followed closely by Dennis Harden. The four knelt down at the foot of the out-sized bed and watched as Wiley diligently whipped Mona and Diana into sexual frenzies.
The bearded pilot had his long tongue snaked as deeply as he could inside Diana's writhing, bucking pussy and was using his member like a combination of a penis and a sinuous snake. His three fingers were thrust to their limit in Mona's sloshing, reeking honey hole and the older woman was massaging her own large, firm-nippled tits with her hands and moaning softly and expressively as Wiley worked his digits around inside her in a erotic, corkscrew-like motion. Dengrove's camera was whirring quietly and the foursome grouped at the foot of the bed were becoming increasingly turned on themselves.
Wiley was really into his trip totally now and his tongue was spearing in and out of Diana's juice-trickling cunt like a serpent on speed! His fingers had worked Mona's hot snatch into a frothy inferno of sheer sexual sensations. But it was Diana who, in a sense, cried "Uncle!"
With her breathing ragged and rapid and her pupils dilated with desire, the frantic young stewardess clutched at the air with her hands and screamed hysterically; "JESUS CHRIST, MONA! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I'VE GOT TO HAVE A COCK IN ME... NOW!!!"
As Dengrove swept the room with his camera he zoomed in on the three young girls and the lone male who, their own sexual appetites whetted by the performance of the trio writhing on the bed, and started to look to their own sexual gratification.
Carol was lying spread-eagled on top of the voluptuous Barbie in the classic "sixty-nine" position. The two roommates were licking, lapping, and sucking away wildly at each other's hot little snatches while the nubile little Penny was gobbling Dennis Harden's cock as if there were no tomorrow.
Dengrove trained the camera on the lithe, sexy little fifteen-year-old and activated the zoom lens again. His own cock leapt and jerked beneath the skimpy jockey shorts as Hardens cock virtually leapt at him through the close-up mechanism with Penny's hot, little mouth slithering wildly up and down the man's rigid shaft.
On the bed Mona had finally relented and Wiley was ramming his now rock-hard penis into Diana's seething pussy. The blond girl was heaving her ass upward with such force that Wiley's crazily swinging testicles were smashing against her upturned anus with resounding cracking sounds on every downstroke. Mona had whipped her supple body around so that her drooling cunt was pressed against the flushed face of her madly fucking daughter.
Dengrove zoomed m on Diana and smiled delightedly as he watched her ream out her mother's grinding cunt with a mind-boggling frenzy. Lapping and sucking and thrusting her hot pink tongue deep inside the older woman's creaming honey hole, it seemed to the pilot that the gorgeous blond stewardess was literally flipping out. Through the zoon lens he could see Diana's blue eyes bugging crazily out of their sockets as she wreaked sexual havoc on her mother's insatiable cunt.
Dengrove himself was having a hard time keeping his own lust in check. He longed to throw aside his camera and join the group of wild love-makers who were filling the bedroom with a horny, lust-inciting cacophony of shrieks, screams, yells and squishing, sucking sounds of every conceivable degree and volume.
Suddenly Diana's body arched high off the bed as a violent orgasm rent her body with a power and intensity that left the girl sobbing deliriously and screaming out her sexual release at the top of her lungs; "MORE, WILEY! MORE! MORE! MORE! SLAM THAT COCK RIGHT UP INTO MY THROAT! ARGGHHHHH! I'M COMING APART! OHHHHHH!"
As Wiley slaved away lovingly at the girl's clenching, spasming cunt with his rock-hard cock, Diana's body suddenly went limp and she passed out. The pilot rolled off her supine body, his cock withdrawing quickly from the innermost depths of her climaxing cunt with a spine-tingling sucking sound.
Mona, seeing that her daughter was temporarily out of action, leapt on Wiley like a bitch in heat. Straddling his thighs, the cock-crazy matron grabbed the shaft of his slippery, juice-coated cock in one hand and lowered herself down until the head of Wiley's tumescent member was lodged just inside her foaming labial lips. Then, with a wild scream of utter triumph, Mona let her body drop like a stone. Watching the incredible scene through the view finder of his whirring camera, Dengrove gasped as he watched the matron's crimson-flanged cunt swallow up the young pilot's cock until his pubic hairs meshed with the matted, juice-soaked fur of Mona's mons. The woman ground her ass around and around on the sex spike, clutching her hands to her wildly swinging tits and howling like a woman possessed.
Things were happening so fast in the steamy bedroom that Dengrove literally didn't know what the hell to focus on. A scream from Penny attracted his attention (and sent his cock leaping and jerking beneath his shorts) and he swung the camera to where the teen-ager was riding Dennis Harden's cock with even more speed and passion than that of her mother who was levering herself up and down Wiley's cock pole with incredible ferocity.
Dengrove chose to isolate the wildly humping, little teen-aged vixen and he zoomed in on her sweat-streaked face. If it were true that one picture is worth more than a thousand words, then Penny's wild-eyed expression perfectly captured the essence of sheer, uninhibited, no-holds-barred lust.
Dengrove, now beside himself with desire, held the camera with one hand and ripped his shorts from his body with a violent tearing of fabric. He began to masturbate wildly for several moments before he realized that his camera had run out of film. It was just the excuse he needed.
The handsome, rugged pilot leapt down from his chair, laid the camera down on it, and ran toward the bed just as Mona began to scream out her third or forth orgasm since spitting herself on Wiley's cock. The beautiful matron slumped forward, Wiley's cock still buried deep inside her contracting and expanding vagina.
Wiley sucked on the woman's flushed, heaving breasts for a few moments and then Mona, whimpering like a child, rolled off his body and lay face down on the come-smeared sheet.
For a long moment the room was completely silent as the members of the group basked in the blissful afterglow of wild orgasms and jetting ejaculations. The only person in the room whose sexual thirst had yet to be slaked was Cliff Dengrove. He stood motionless at the foot of the bed and glanced around at the bodies sprawled in various prone positions.
It was Mona (who else!) who broke the silence. Rolling over onto her back she sat up and looked down at Wiley Neilson who still boasted a fully erect penis and whose bearded countenance mirrored his satisfaction at having serviced two incredibly passionate women while still retaining a rock-hard erection.
"Wiley," Mona said impulsively, "I think it's about time you shaved off that growth on your face and let the world see just exactly what you look like."
The young pilot grinned and shook his head. Mona taunted him further; "Personally it's my belief that a man with a beard has something to hide. Something about himself he doesn't care for. A fear of revealing himself to others. A defense mechanism, if you will."
Dengrove and the others found themselves caught up in the little drama being played out between the tenacious matron and the equally stubborn young pilot. Then Mona uttered the words that Dengrove knew Wiley could not ignore; "I dare you to shave that thing off! And if you do I'll... " Mona paused for a moment and then she was struck with a sudden inspiration, "shave it off and I'll present you with something you have longed for for years!"
Wiley's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Like what, Mona?," he asked with a challenging edge to his voice.
"Like that six-seater Cessna you've secretly been yearning for these past few years!," the woman said triumphantly.
Wiley looked Mona straight in the eye for a long moment and then, without a word, climbed down from the bed and walked deliberately out of the room.
Dengrove sat down on the edge of the bed near the strong-willed woman, noticing that his beloved Diana was wide awake and as curious as the others as to what Wiley would look like if he did, indeed, shave off his beard.
Dengrove, intrigued, looked at Mona and asked softly; "Just why would you offer him an airplane for shaving off his beard, Mona? Isn't that a pretty damned high price to pay for mere curiosity's sake?"
The woman considered Dengrove's questions carefully before replying. "To be perfectly honest with you, Cliff, I've had a strange feeling that I know that boy from another place and another time. I've felt that way ever since that first night you brought him to my yacht. It's been nagging at my subconscious ever since and when something sticks in Mona Peter's craw... " Mona's voice trailed off as Diana and Penny gasped and looked toward the door. Mona swiveled around just as Wiley, his face as clean shaven as a baby's bottom, walked a bit self-consciously into the room and strode up to the bed. "Okay, Mona. Are you satisfied, now?"
The older woman's hands began to tremble and tears came to her clear-blue eyes. Everyone, including Wiley, was totally astonished at her reaction. "What is it, Mona? What's the matter?" Wiley's anxious questions hung in the air as the woman tried to collect herself and calm down enough to speak. 'What's your real name?," she asked the perplexed young pilot in a soft, controlled tone of voice.
"Wiley Neilson." Everyone's attention in the hushed bedroom was riveted on Mona and Wiley.
Mona shook her head. "Were the Neilson's your real parents?," she demanded.
Wiley shook his head; "No, I was adopted as a baby and raised by the Neilson's as their son. They died a few years ago in a car accident. Just what are you driving at, Mona?"
The woman took a deep breath before replying. "When I was sixteen I married a man named Gerald Skinner. It was done strictly on impulse and we were divorced a year later. The only good thing that came from that dreadful relationship was a son. We named him William. I was forced to put him up for adoption and that was the last I ever saw of him." Mona began to cry.
Wiley, Diana, and Penny looked at each other as the implication of what Mona had said registered and sunk in. "Jesus Christ almighty!," Wiley exclaimed in absolute astonishment, "Are you trying to say that I'm your... your... " The young man couldn't finish his remarks, so Mona did it for him; "You're my son. You're William."
Wiley shook his head: "That's incredible! That's impossible!"
Mona was suddenly her old, strong-willed self again. She looked piercingly at Wiley; "In all the months I've known you have I ever fooled around with your asshole, if you'll pardon the expression? Well, have I?"
Wiley flushed slightly and shook his head; "No. You told me when we first got together that that was one area of the body you considered to be sexually taboo. You said it was your only sexual hang-up."
"You have a tiny strawberry birthmark on the inside of your left buttock, don't you?"
Wiley gasped; "My God, you're telling the truth! You've never once so much as looked at my ass, unless you happened to catch a glimpse of it by accident."
Mona shook her head resolutely. She turned to address the others in the room; "Take a good look at Wiley, Diana, and Penny. Yes--and me as well! Is there any resemblance?"
Dengrove quickly scanned the three women and Wiley and realized at once that Mona was right. They all bore a certain similarity of facial bone structure and, for the first time, the pilot realized that Diana, Penny, Mona, and Wiley all had exactly the same shade of blue eyes. Exactly!
It was Diana who broke the silence; "I've been making love to my brother! Jesus!"
Mona shook her head; "William is your half-brother, Diana. And yours as well, Penelope." It was the first time in years that Penny had been addressed by her Christian name.
Wiley whistled softly under his breath; "Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! I've been sleeping with my mother!"
Mona's eyes cleared and the old mischievous sparkle appeared again; "You are hardly a son-of-a-bitch, William! I ought to order you to wash your mouth out with soap!"
Wiley suddenly blurted out something which completely dispelled the tension that had built in the room; "Does this mean that I won't get my plane?"
There was a split-second of total silence and then everyone in the room erupted in unrestrained laughter. When the noise had died down Mona threw her arms around Wiley and hugged him tightly to her body; "If you're a good boy and do as mother says-- you get your plane."
Mona looked around the room and chuckled impishly. "And mother says it's time for a real celebration! William! Get your skinny ass up on that bed. You and I have a little unfinished business to attend to!"
