Hot pants stewardess

CHAPTER TEN.

It was six months to the day after the wild foursome between Bob Townsend, Brad Duncan, and the two sex-hungry stews. And if anyone else had witnessed that four-way orgy, while knowing of Joanie and Maureen's vow to "not fuck just any man", that person would be totally amazed at seeing a typical Saturday night in the girl's new suburban home.

It was a mansion; six bedrooms, as many baths, and the orgy room downstairs looked like something out of decadent Rome. The whole house was lavishly and expensively furnished. But then, on four full-time salaries, a pretty lavish house could be afforded.

The guests had been arriving for nearly an hour and the party was in full swing. There was a young, just-married young couple from down the block, Sue and Bill Langor. Then there was a pilot, Fritz Thomas, and his current girl friend, Bonnie. There were also two neighborhood ladies, Toni and Dolores, who had just dropped in because they loved sex and had heard about the Saturday-night parties.

As usual, Maureen started the party off by passing around joints and wine. In the process, she reiterated in detail how two Canadian pilots had fucked her nearly to death on her last flight.

Then Joanie told the story of how she had blown some guy's mind in San Juan. He was a salesman on her flight who had asked her to dinner on the layover. Joanie had accepted, and then completely surprised him by asking him to come up to her room and fuck. He, of course, was only too eager.

As the story went, Joanie, as soon as she entered the room, had stripped down, stripped him down, and started sucking his cock. He was about ready to come when Joanie pulled her mouth from his meat and told him one cock wasn't enough.

The man was floored and didn't know what to do. Joanie suggested room service. By the end of the evening, there were three bellboys and a waitress besides the salesman in Joanie's room, all fucking each other's brains out.

Maureen and Joanie's stories had the desired effect on the rest of the group. They all told of some bizarre sex experience of their own, and by the time they were done, the two girls could sense that everyone in the room was more than ready to fuck.

Maureen turned on a stag movie and, as a slight added incentive, told everyone to mimic the couples on the screen and disrobe as they did.

It didn't take much prompting, and in minutes everyone was stark naked, the men eyeing strange tits and pussies, and the women eyeing strange cocks.

Maureen pulled Joanie along behind her toward the kitchen. "We'll get some things like whipped cream and cucumbers to liven up the party," she called over her shoulder.

When they returned, the orgy room had taken on all of the aspects of its name. Sexual hell had broken loose.

The young wife, Sue Langor, was on her hands and knees on the floor. Fritz's date, Bonnie, was on her hands and knees behind Sue with her tongue, her nose, and her chin shoved between Sue's gleaming ass cheeks. With her face, Bonnie was loving Sue from behind, while Sue was pounding three fingers of her free hand inside her own dribbling cunt.

Squeals and moans of delight came from both girls. Fritz sat on the floor behind Bonnie. He had shed his shorts and now fondled and massaged the biggest prick Maureen and Joanie had ever seen.

He jacked himself with one hand while jamming three fingers of his other hand in and out of Bonnie's quivering, gyrating asshole.

Maureen lost no time joining in. With a squeal of delight, she dropped to the floor and shoved her head in the pilot's lap. She took his hand from his throbbing cock and replaced it with her lips and her sucking mouth.

Feeling the warmth of her lips encase the head of his meat, Fritz jammed upward with his hips, burying his massive cock deeply in Maureen's throat.

She gagged almost at once on its enormous size, but began sucking greedily as though she had never before had the fantastic experience of a good, long, hard prick in her mouth.

Across the room the two ladies were in the sixty-nine position, sucking each other's cunts while their eyes gazed longingly at the fucking in the room.

"Well," Joanie said to Sue's handsome young husband, Bill Langor, "I guess that leaves you and me. What do you like?"

"Everything," Bill replied, slipping to the padded floor and pulling Joanie down with him.

He rolled over until he was kneeling over her face. His erect cock hung down and brushed back and forth across her lips as he swayed.

"Mmmm, nice cock," Joanie purred. "But, then, all cocks are nice."

Bill grinned, glad that his wife had agreed at last to the Saturday-night party. "Suck my cock, honey. Suck my dick and drink my cum!"

He placed both his hands behind Joanie's head and lifted it slightly. He bent her up toward him so that her mouth was pressed against the dripping head of his prick.

"Sweet meat," she cooed, her ears full of the ladies' sounds as they sucked each other's cunts right beside her head.

"Take it!" he growled.

He pushed forward as Joanie's red lips parted. His ass cheeks wiggled on the pillows of her naked tits as the tip of his cock pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft surfaces brush against the sensitive skin of his raging cockhead.

"Give it to me," Joanie mumbled around the bulbous head. "Take my mouth! Give me that beautiful hunk of meat! Fuck my head with it clear down to my fucking belly!"

He rammed the heavy, blood-filled tip of the thick shaft forward, crushing through her soft, moist lips into the wetness of her mouth. Joanie could feel the bluntness of the cock's head sliding the full length of her tongue.

He began to undulate his hips, sliding the long prick in and out of her warm lips, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half inch inside the wet cavern of her sucking cheeks.

Bill looked down in delight at her mouth as his long cock skewered in and out. He timed the thrusts of his hands to match those of his driving prick, levering with all his strength, trying to force every last inch of his pumping cock between her wide-stretched lips. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered, the tip brushing the far side of her throat on the in-stroke. He watched as her lips clasped tighter and tighter around the thick shaft. Her mouth obviously loved the fleshy invasion.

Joanie groaned in ecstasy. She was sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery, lubricated head, and fucking the tip teasingly into the tiny slit of his cockhead. She could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment in a great gushing fountain of cum that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream of hot joy.

The ravishment of her mouth brought tiny ripples of fire dancing through every muscle in her hot body. There would never be enough sex for her, now that she had finally found the way she wanted it. Her past life was forgotten, and her new life was totally wonderful.

Suddenly a familiar voice was whispering in her ear. "Hi, honey. I think you started without me."

Joanie's eyes popped open. Above her, stark naked, was Bob. She pulled her mouth from Bill's cock. "Hi, Mr. Townsend."

"Hello, Mrs. Townsend," Bob chuckled. "I'd say you were getting a royal fuck in the head."

"I'd say that," Joanie laughed. "Mr. Langor, this is my husband, Bob Townsend."

"She gives great head, doesn't she?"

"Yet," Bill choked. "That's my wife, Sue, over there." He pointed at Sue's gyrating body as she ground her cunt and asshole back over Bonnie's face.

"Nice," Bob said, "I'll try her later. But right now I want a little of my wife."

"Sure," Bill said, and started to pull away.

"No, don't leave," Bob urged. "Stick it in her cunt. I'll fuck her face!"

Joanie smiled as she flipped over on her hands and knees so that her face was directly in front of her new husband's cock. Slowly, she began to make love to his prick. Her tongue flipped out of her mouth. It encircled his cockhead and swiped the full length of the shaft on every side. The huge staff began to lengthen and harden. She let her lips slide down to his balls and as she teased the sac with her teeth and tongue his cock pew straight past her forehead. She looked up and smiled.

"Fun being married, isn't it?"

"Like this is," Bob said as he shoved his huge cock into her mouth and watched as the other man reamed her cunt from behind.

Across the room, Fritz had removed his fingers from his girl friend's cunt when Maureen had poured her beautiful head over his cock. Her red head was bobbing wildly up and down on his meat and it felt as though she would suck his balls right out through the head of his prick.

"Jesus, hold up, honey! I don't want to go off in your mouth! I want some of that red-furred pussy!"

Maureen allowed Fritz to drag her up across his body by her tits as his prick plunged to the very depths of her cunt. Orgasm followed orgasm, making her tits shake and her ass bounce in every direction at the same time.

Her tits flattened against Fritz's hard chest as she crushed her lips against his. Her tongue forced its way into the heat of his mouth as she sucked the masculine wetness of his saliva down into her quivering stomach.

While her body ground against his, Fritz reached around to her ass and slipped his fingers into the deep, dark crack between her firm buttocks. With the edge of his fingernail, he toyed with the fucked hole of her anus. With sudden swiftness, he rammed the strong digit into her asshole as far as he could.

It took a lot of hard work on Maureen's part, but Fritz finally blew a load in her belly. His finger still tore away at the walls of her asshole as a deep-pitched growl forced its way from his throat.

With the pilot's huge cock finally limp and spent, Maureen began looking around the room for something else to feast on. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled to see Joanie's lips back around Bob's cock, licking the juice from it, as Bill poled her in the pussy.

Then she thought, shit, if Bob is here, then Brad must be here too!

Suddenly she spied him by the fireplace. He was naked and wildly fisting his big prick as he smiled at her. He waved and she started making her way toward him through the maze of fucking bodies on the floor. There was but one thought in the redhead's mind: fucking him.

The moment she came to a halt before Brad's powerfully muscled frame, she wrapped her arms around his neck, crushed her big tits against his chest and crushed her mouth to his.

As they kissed, Brad pressed his cock up against the hair-covered cunt between her legs. Maureen was eager to sink his cock into her churning belly. Reaching between their bodies, she took hold of his hard cock and positioned it at the lips of her burning cunt.

She could feel her body roasting in the flames of passion. And the only thing that could put out the fire was his sperm. As he forced his tongue into her mouth, she thrust her hips forward, sinking the full length of his prick into her pussy as they stood there, locked in each other's embrace.

He leaned his back against a nearby wall as the beautiful girl kept swallowing his prick into her cunt. His body shuddered with lust at the feel of their pubic hair meshing together.

"I love you," Maureen whispered.

"I love you, too," Brad replied, sawing his meat in and out of her hot cunt.

"How'd you do?"

"Four couples from the bar down the street. We're gonna make swingers out of this whole fucking neighborhood!" Brad said, pushing his face between her huge tits.

"Hot damn," Maureen sighed happily, "it's gonna be another all-night-Saturday-night fuck!"

"Honey," Brad said, "it's a whole lifetime of Saturday nights. Just you and me, and Joanie and Bob, and just about anybody else that cares to join in! Can I put my cock in your beautiful asshole?"

"Be my guest!" Maureen grinned, and lifted her legs up to surround his body.