"That's the way, Billie," Jack cheered. "Give it to that sexy bitch!" Billie grunted and began to ram it to Carol's high, jutting rear even harder. Sweat broke out on his face as her tight anal muscle milked him for all she was worth!
"Hey," a soft, feminine voice complained. "You're not paying any attention to me!" Linda smiled, to show she wasn't really mad, and moved her lotion-wet hand even faster on Billie's throbbing rod.
"Listen, doll," he replied, his hips bucking wildly off the seat as she brought him time and time again to almost completion, "Someone's got to fly this damn plane!"
CHAPTER ONE
Towering panels of green-tinted glass shielded the airline terminal's bustling crowds from the glare of the sun. Nondescript music poured into the cavernous room from hidden speakers placed throughout the arched ceiling. An immense callboard suspended high above the international travelers advised them of incoming and outgoing air traffic. Television receivers flashed last minute flight information to every comer of the modernistic structure.
Walking through the busy terminal, Linda Everett felt the tight skirt of her uniform pull taut over the rounded perfection of her sexy buttocks. Her high heels clicked loudly against the polished marble floor as the beautiful, twenty-four-year-old stewardess brushed long strands of chestnut hair from her exquisitely featured face.
Glancing upwards, Linda's eye caught sight of a large, chromed clock mounted against one of the brightly painted walls. The cab ride from her East Side apartment took less time than she had imagined, and she was very early.
Her hips swaying sensually, Linda maneuvered her lithe body around small clusters of waiting passengers. The stunning woman enjoyed the hot looks her lush curves were getting. Her slender, manicured fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of the light blue flight bag bouncing against the firm flesh of her left thigh.
Stopping at a news stand, Linda bought a pack of cigarettes. After glancing through the rack of magazines and paperback books, she continued across the room to a door marked PERSONNEL ONLY.
Pushing her way through the swinging door, Linda walked into the flight preparation room. Linda was surprised to see Bill Trainer, her copilot, standing by the sealed window, looking out at the hurried activity on the runway. The rest of the starkly white room was empty, with the exception of a long table and a few haphazardly placed chairs.
"Hi, honey," Bill said, turning to the sound of the opening door. "How was your stopover?"
His eyes strayed to the soft mounds of Linda's magnificent breasts as she moved towards him. Bill felt tiny shivers of excitement racing through his blood as he inhaled the exotic scent of Linda's expensive perfume.
"Everything was just fine," she said, lifting a clipboard with the flight's passenger list on it from the table.
As she moved, Linda felt her firm, braless treasures strain against the thin, white material of her blouse. She could feel their darkened tips harden to the increased pressure of her close-fitting uniform.
"It looks like we're a little early," Bill said, his eyes traveling down the length of her fabulous figure.
Linda smiled up into the handsome man's face as her skin warmed to the feel of his penetrating gaze. She could see Bill's eyes flash as they took in the fullness of her tight waist, flaring hips and long, graceful legs. The deepness of his breathing paid Linda the nicest compliment she had received all day.
"Not too many passengers," Linda said, letting the tip of her pencil absently touch the rounded point of her left breast. "We'll have an easy flight."
Bill stepped closer, his hand gently reaching out to touch the hardness of her hip. Linda made no effort to move as she relished the pleasant sensations of his strong fingers softly massaging her yielding flesh. She kept her eyes glued to the passenger list as Bill's hand moved to the small of her back.
"You look beautiful today," Bill said, letting his hand drop to the half spheres of her saucy bottom.
Linda Everett had a hard time controlling herself as her body responded to the exploring hand on her ass. She knew she should put a stop to the man's impudent fingers, but the feeling was just too marvelous. Bill Trainer's hand moved with the steady sureness of a man who knew how to satisfy a woman's cravings.
As Linda leaned back against the strong fingers, she dropped the clipboard back down to the table. Pressing into Bill's body, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling herself to him, she thrilled to the feel of his hard chest crushing the softness of her magnificent mounds.
As her hungry lips sought his, Linda felt Bill slipping his hands beneath the tight hem of her short skirt. Only a thin layer of taut nylon remained between the copilot's powerful fingers and the wonderful swells of her ass.
Linda allowed his thick tongue to force its way into the steaming heat of her trembling mouth. The sharp edges of her white teeth gently chewed his intruding finger of soft, wet flesh as Bill licked the sweet saliva from the moist cavern of her mouth.
Linda sucked the tongue wildly as she felt Bill's exploring hands find their way beneath the elastic waistband of her dark pantyhose. She held her breath as his touch traveled into the dark, hot crevice between the twin mounds of her sexy ass. Grinding against him, Linda let a growling moan slip from her throat as Bill's delving fingertips pushed forward.
The wet sounds of their thrilling kiss concealed the creaking noise of the door being opened. Neither Bill nor Linda heard the approaching footsteps of Susan Talbert, another stewardess on the afternoon's flight. The sexy young woman grinned wickedly as she watched Linda's skirt being hiked up around her tight waist.
Bill suddenly sensed the other woman's presence in the small room. Pulling his face from Linda's, he looked into the smiling eyes of the great-looking blonde watching them. He didn't bother to take his hands off Linda's ass.
"Don't mind me, gang," Susan said, moving closer to the still embracing couple. "I'll just watch for a little while and see if I can pick up a few pointers."
All three people laughed at the joke. Linda liked the idea of displaying her thrilling ass to the other girl's eager eyes. She liked Susan seeing her ass being played with and liked the enthusiastic looks on Susan's face, as the blonde's eyes devoured the exposed spheres of her perfectly rounded buttocks.
But Susan wanted to do more than just look at her friend's marvelous body. Her fingers ached to touch the velvet smoothness of Linda's pink skin. And as she moved closer to the two people, her hands joined Bill's.
Feeling the woman's delicate fingers against her saucy bottom, Linda sank back into Bill's arms. Her lips found their way back to his mouth. This time, the young stewardess wanted to taste the hot flavor of her man's saliva. Forcing her long tongue between his teeth, she licked at the walls of the copilot's mouth.
As Bill and Linda resumed their kiss, Susan quietly lowered herself down to the cold, tile floor. She could feel her own skirt riding up on her thighs as she pressed her hungry lips to the warmth of her friend's nylon-clad skin. Allowing her eyes to drift closed, the blonde began covering Linda's upper leg with hot kisses while her fingers still enjoyed the lushness of her fellow stewardess' fleshy buttocks.
Linda felt spasms of excitement spread throughout her body, emanating from the damp mound between her legs. As she ground her body against Bill's, she could feel the hardness of his tool exciting her sensitive triangle of fleece. The horny stewardess pushed her hips against his muscular body, increasing the pressure between her legs. As she drank the saliva from Bill's mouth, Linda felt her entire body engulfed by flames of lust.
Susan's mind filled with the erotic aroma of Linda's desires. Her senses swirled in passionate confusion as she felt the increasing dampness between her own legs. The stewardess moved her fingers to the waistband of Linda's pantyhose, and she slowly pulled the wispy nylon down the length of the beautiful woman's body.
Linda thrilled to the cool air caressing the nakedness of her exposed flesh. She could feel the tightly rolled stockings digging into the softness of her full thighs.
Linda's body tensed as she felt Susan's face squirming between her legs. Every muscle in the young woman's body trembled as her friend's lips found the center of her passions. Feeling her body weaken within the all-consuming flames of lust, softly whimpering sounds of lust slipped from her throat.
Bill's teeth gently munched the wetness of Linda's tongue as he continued to thrill her ass with his fingers. The man's throbbing tool swelled with excitement as the friction between their bodies increased. And as the chestnut-haired stewardess ground her ripe melons against his chest, Bill's rigid ramrod pressed against the side of Susan's blonde head.
While Bill and Linda enjoyed the heat of their bodies, Susan positioned herself between their heaving flesh. Her tongue lashed against the fleece-covered mound as she thrilled to the marvelously exciting taste of her friend's body. And while her mouth worked over the gushing slit, Susan's fingers moved to the front of Bill's pants.
With a speed that could only come from experience, Susan Talbert was soon wrapping her slender fingers around the searing length of Bill's swollen, blood-filled member. Her hand raced up and down the long rod as she continued to thrill Linda's womanhood with her moist lips.
Engulfed in the exhausting intensity of her lust, Linda found it difficult to remain standing. Slumping against the copilot's powerful frame, she began to slowly slip to the floor, her body draining of its strength. Susan scampered out from beneath her friend's collapsing form.
Linda lay sprawled across the cold tile floor, her skirt bunched up into a tight band around her slender waist and her pantyhose drawn halfway down the smooth flesh of her thrilling thighs. Linda's eyes were clamped shut as Susan crawled back into the damp paradise between her long, beautifully shaped legs.
The blonde woman stared into her friend's fleece-covered mound, her nostrils filling with the sweet smells of Linda's body. Smiling slightly, Susan lowered her face into the churning pit of the other woman's trembling vagina.
Bill's manhood strained with passion as he watched the two women making love on the floor. His breath quickened as he heard the wet, slurping sounds of Susan's lips sucking the delicious secretions from the other stewardess' steaming slit.
Tearing at his clothing, Bill was soon shoving his wrinkled pants down to the floor. Stepping from the limp garment, the sudden coolness on his bare legs made his muscles twitch nervously. His jutting prong stood out from the center of his body, pointing towards the two twisted figures caught up in the excitement of Lesbian love. The sight at his feet made him stand frozen.
But he could not remain motionless for very long. He could still feel the heat of Linda's swollen globes on his hard chest as he fell down beside the two women. Without a moment's hesitation, he brushed aside the folds of Linda's open jacket and attacked the row of straining buttons on the front of her white blouse.
A wanton grin spread across Linda's face as she felt her ripe melons exposed for all to see. She knew that anyone might barge in on them at any time, and it seemed to add to the excitement of the moment. As she felt the heat of Bill's mouth covering the darkened tip of her left breast, Linda thrust her hips up to meet Susan's hard working mouth.
Linda's heaving, succulent melons were just as wonderful as Bill knew they would be. His fingers clawed at the alabaster mounds while the sounds of his hungry mouth filled the room, echoing off the unadorned white walls of the flight preparation room.
Looking up from her place between Linda's long legs, Susan caught sight of those magnificent breasts. The exciting globes of ripe flesh sent new chills of pleasure racing through her blood. Pulling herself up along the stewardess' prone figure, the blonde woman joined her copilot in the worship of their beautiful friend's massive breasts.
While her full lips captured Linda's rock-hard nub, Susan pushed her hand back down between her friend's quivering legs. The tips of her fingers toyed with the damp furrow, filling Linda's body with new shocks of thrilling lust.
Watching the two women while sucking Linda's tit made Bill's rampaging rod unable to wait any longer. He needed to feel the satiny smoothness of her fleece-covered chamber quenching the burning thirst within him. Reluctantly pulling his mouth from Linda's wet rosebud, Bill crawled down the length of her now thrashing body, to the burning inferno between her legs.
Linda's hand caressed the back of Susan's neck as she watched Bill climbing between her legs. She could feel the smooth, blood-filled tip of his throbbing manhood pressing against the aching excitement of her clitoris.
Bill could feel the tip of his rod being coated by the hot secretions of Linda's trembling mound. Holding his breath, he thrust his hips forward, plunging the burning flesh of his tool into the welcoming slit. The pulsating member slammed into the very depths of Linda's soul.
The feel of Bill's rod pushing into her hungry body almost drove Linda mad with all-consuming lust. As the thick intruder hammered in and out of her throbbing gash, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Feeling the tattered remains of her sheer stockings clinging to her sweat-coated skin, the young woman drove her heels into the experienced stud's back.
Bill didn't need any encouragement from Linda. Pounding his rod in and out of her slavering slit, he felt the ultimate joy of ecstasy draw nearer and nearer. And as he felt his orgasm approaching, his pistoning member moved with increased speed.
Susan licked the hot sweat from the massive mounds of Linda's breasts as her head flew from one magnificent mound to the other. Her fingers thrilled to the warm flesh of the woman's body as she enjoyed the lushness of her pink skin. Susan's hand still toyed with Linda's clitoris as Bill rammed his tool in and out of her quivering belly.
And Linda's hips thrust up to meet each new assault of that searing rod. Lifting her buttocks off the cold, tile floor, her excited body swallowed up the full length of her copilot's marvelously thick tool. And beneath his powerful frame, Linda began to feel the rumblings of her tremendous orgasm begin.
Susan's skirt was hiked over her waist as she mouthed the dark tipped nub of flesh between her lips, presenting Bill with a perfect view of her smooth-skinned buttocks. Reaching out, the handsome man yanked at the sheer nylon, exposing the deep, thrilling crevice to his hungry eyes and hands.
Susan caught her breath as she felt Bill's fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart. She squirmed atop her friend's prone figure, making it easier for her copilot to toy with her body.
While still ramming his burning tool into the churning, wet heat of Linda's sopping gash, he thrust his face into the dark crevice between her ass cheeks. Pushing his tongue to the tight, ringed hole, Bill began forcing his way into the well hidden chamber. His mouth thrilled to the bitter, yet sensual taste of Susan's magnificent body.
The sounds of the three people's labored breathing filled the room as the thundering noise of a low flying jet rumbled around them. Each of the horny trio worked to reach their orgasm, while thrilling each other's sweating body.
As Bill felt his climax crash through his body, he pulled his face out of the dark crevice of Susan's ass. His experienced tongue and lips were replaced by the hardness of one of his strong fingers. Ramming his hand against the resisting hole, he forced his way into the steaming heat of her bowels, scraping his fingernail against the sensitive, inner walls.
A loud gasp of pain and pleasure spilled from Susan's lips as she thrust her entire body back against Bill's delving hand. She pulled her mouth off Linda's tit as she fully enjoyed the copilot's obscene play.
"Give me your cunt, darling," Linda said softly, smiling into the lustily twisted face of the woman above her.
With horny, insane urgings controlling her body, Susan climbed atop her beautiful friend. She was careful not to dislodge Bill's incredible finger as she moved. Placing a knee on either side of the prone stewardess' body, Susan lowered her crotch down onto Linda's smiling face.
Immediately, Linda's tongue, lips and mouth all went to work on Susan's sopping wet slit. The blonde could feel her clitoris being whipped into even greater life as she ground her body down against the hardworking face.
Linda was having a hard time trying to breathe with her mouth and nose covered by Susan's heaving body.
But that didn't make any difference as the woman's mouth filled with the hot secretions of her friend's quivering belly.
Bill fought to hold back the crushing completeness of his orgasm as he continued to plow in and out of Linda's quivering womanhood. He could feel the tight channel of her lust hole gripping his thick shaft.
And then, with the sudden, uncontrollable thrusting of his hips, Bill Trainer's blood-filled rod exploded, deep inside Linda's thrashing body. Liquid fire, boiling with the heat of lust, burst from the swollen helmet of Bill's pistoning member, coating the inside of the girl's heaving belly with its thick load.
Linda could feel every burst of fluid splash against the sensitive flesh of her inner walls. And with each spurt, her body strained to take even more of Bill into her quivering belly.
The harder Bill's intruder slammed into Linda's stomach, the wilder her lips and tongue worked on Susan's sopping slit. Blindly reaching up to the blonde's towering body, she was able to undo the woman's jacket and tear open the row of buttons holding her white blouse closed. Feeling Susan's ass grinding into her breasts, Linda dug her sharply tipped fingers into the swollen melons of ripe flesh.
Susan was quickly reaching the very crest of her waves of passion as Bill's finger continued in the tight chamber of her anus and Linda's hands worked on the sweating globes of her magnificent breasts. She grinned with wanton abandon as her fellow stewardess' fingers tightened around the hard nubs of her nipples.
Susan leaned her breasts down against Linda's hands as she felt bolts of lightning jolting her entire body over the thin line between need and satisfaction. And as she leaned forward, Bill's finger dug into her bottom even harder, sending her orgasming body to the very heights of lusting pleasure.
A piercing shriek burst from Susan lips as she reached her climax. Twisting her body against Linda's face, the tears of joy flowed down the blonde stewardess' cheeks.
And Linda was with her every minute of the way. Her aching hips thrust up to meet each assault of Bill's emptying manhood. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling his entire body even harder against her throbbing gash. And as his tool filled her body with the steaming heat of his fluids, Linda climaxed'.
In a tangled twist of arms and legs, Linda, 'Bill and Susan all reached their orgasms together. Their panting, heaving bodies became one in the world of thrilling ecstasy. The heat of their lusts fused all three minds and souls into one.
And then, it was all over. Long moments of silence passed as they tried to catch their breaths. The sweet smells of spent passions filled the room. The sounds of strained bodies echoed off the starkly white walls.
With the strength drained from every muscle in her entire body, Susan slid off Linda's damp face. She crawled beside her friend, resting her exhausted face on the softness of Linda's arm. She inhaled the sweet smells of her fellow stewardess' marvelous skin.
Bill pulled his now limp member from the velvet warmth of Linda's body as he fell back against the smooth hardness of the tiled floor. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to every inch of his skin as he glanced over to Linda's panting body. He could see the remains of his passion glistening in soft fleece that covered her beautiful slit.
Summoning up all the strength in his tired body, Bill crawled between Linda's legs and pressed his lips to the softly pink folds of her precious furrow. Closing his eyes, he kissed the succulent dampness, tasting the bitterness of his own spending.
A warm grin spread across Linda's lips as she stared up at the ceiling. A bright lightbulb glowed down on her, reflecting off the shiny moistness of her sweat-coated skin. Her fingers played with the long strands of Susan's hair as she enjoyed the worshiping mouth of her copilot's kiss.
When Bill lifted his face from between Linda's legs, his lips were coated with their combined secretions. Smiling broadly, Bill climbed up the length of the stewardess' body, letting his fingers caress her naked beauty. Reaching her lovely face, he bent down to press his lips to hers.
Watching Bill and Linda kiss made Susan feel marvelously happy. Lifting herself from the comfort of her friend's soft arm, Sue pushed her face into theirs.
Entwining their arms, the three airline employees kissed lovingly. Their tongues tasted the sweetness from each other's mouths. Droplets of saliva flowed between their lips as they held each other tightly.
But, like all good things, their afternoon's fun had to come to an end. The other crew members would be coming by at any moment, and they had to get themselves dressed and presentable. Without saying a word, the three people parted. Bill left warm kisses on the exposed loveliness of both Linda and Susan's beautiful breasts as he climbed to his feet.
"You two are a mess," Bill laughed, looking down at the forms of the two disheveled stewardesses.
Linda and Susan both laughed at Bill's little teasing, but they knew he was right. Neither of them cared to be found lying on the floor, hot juices coating their most private organs. Wearily shaking their heads, the two women helped each other to their feet.
Retrieving his wrinkled pants, Bill watched his two beautiful women as they quickly got themselves rearranged. Standing before him, their clothing a crumpled mess and their bodies exposed to his gaze, Bill felt like knocking them both back down to the floor, and ravishing their beautiful flesh all over again.
It was amazing how quickly Linda and Susan straightened themselves out. In a small bathroom adjoining the larger room, the two women cleaned themselves up and applied fresh makeup. Both stewardesses carried extra stockings in their flight bags, and in a few minutes, were stepping back into the flight prep room.
Bill Trainer could hardly believe his eyes. Both Linda and Susan looked as innocent and chaste as blushing virgins. Their uniforms were in perfect condition and they looked absolutely beautiful.
But Bill didn't have very much time to admire the stunning exquisiteness of their thrilling bodies. Just as Linda and Susan stepped through the bathroom door, the rest of the plane's crew came pushing through the swinging door.
CHAPTER TWO
The flight briefing had been short, and before very long, Linda was in the plane's galley, checking the food and medical supplies. Carol Williams, one of the other stewardesses on the 747 flight, was helping out.
Out of the corner of her eye, Linda watched the woman standing beside her. Carol was a really beautiful black woman, with a body that made people's mouths water with lusting desire. In her smartly tailored uniform, the swells of her magnificent breasts were just barely visible. Her waist was tight, flowing into attractively wide hips. Carol's long legs were spectacular, the taut skin glowing like warm cocoa.
"Everything seems to check out," Carol said, turning to face her fellow stewardess. "How about you?"
Linda finished her inspection, and then closed the pantry doors. As she returned the black woman's smile, her eyes took in the dark beauty of Carol's form. Taking a step closer to the woman, Linda let her nostrils flare with the musky sweetness of her friend's exciting body.
"Same here," she replied. "Let's go see how the passengers are doing," Linda added, walking towards the plane's exit.
Linda knew that Carol's eyes were feasting on the plump perfection of her buttocks, and she was extra careful to wiggle her hips sexily. She was hungry for a taste of the woman's dark brown skin, and her full, heavy tits. The more she thought about Carol's body, the hotter and hotter she became.
Side by side, Carol and Linda left the plane, their firm thighs almost brushing together as they walked. The combined sounds of their high heels echoed in the narrow passageway connecting the plane with the terminal building.
Pushing through a door leading into the passenger loading deck, Carol and Linda watched the travelers being readied for the flight. Theirs was a transatlantic flight, and required a thorough weapons check for the sake of safety. Susan was helping the passengers get ready to load.
This was Linda's first visit to Holland, and she was looking forward to some exciting times in Amsterdam. Everyone who had been to the tiny country returned raving about how open and free everything was in the Netherlands. Linda could hardly wait the eight hours that their flight would take.
As Linda had noted before, the passenger list was fairly small, and she was looking forward to a relaxing trip. The loading procedure went along rather smoothly, and in a few minutes, the plane's entranceway was being bolted shut. The air filled with the roaring rumble of the jet's engines as they taxied away from the modernistic terminal building and headed for the largest of the airport's many runways.
There were ten stewardesses on the ship, each one having a special area to take care of all by herself. But with the plane being as empty as it was, all the stews soon found that they had more time on their hands than they cared to. With all the take-off chores out of the way, and dinner not due for another hour or so, boredom began to sink in.
Linda was grateful when the sound of her passenger call button rang out. The young woman was glad to be doing something. Swaying her hips wildly, she sauntered down the narrow aisle to the seat that rang for help.
"May I help you?" Linda asked, smiling down into the ruggedly handsome, wealthy-looking face of the man who had called her.
"Yes, thanks. We'd like a drink please. Perhaps two scotch and sodas," he said, while his eyes cruised over the woman's thrilling body.
Next to the man sat a gorgeous woman, absently leafing through one of those high fashion magazines, TRES CHIC. The young lady didn't bother to look up into Linda's face as the stewardess turned and walked back to get them their drinks.
Linda felt wicked. She was bored to tears with the flight, and needed something to occupy her time. Grabbing the passenger list off of its hook on the wall, she quickly located the names of her two attractive passengers. Their names were Phil and Jane Hanova, man and wife. Linda was a little surprised to see that they were married, but that didn't make any difference.
Hastily pouring two scotch and sodas, Linda placed them on a round, cork-topped tray. Leaving it on the formica countertop, she glanced into the mirror mounted against one of the galley walls. With a tiny touch of powder and lipstick, she was ready to meet the world, and turn it on.
As she walked back down the aisle, Linda remembered to undo the top button on her blouse. She knew the simple act of bending over would then put on an exciting display for the ruggedly handsome stud. Linda even thought about turning on some of the charm for his sexy looking wife.
"Here you are, sir," Linda said, setting the drinks down onto a small, folding table built into the plane's seats. "Will there be anything else," Linda asked, still bent over at the waist.
Both Phil and Jane were taking advantage of the marvelous view they had of Linda's massive breasts. They could see the glowing pinkness of her fleshy globes, and the dark valley between them.
The attention the two people were paying her body did not go unnoticed by the stewardess. Linda knew her body was like a magnet, drawing the hot stares of anyone within sight of her.
"Not for the moment," Jane said, her voice a smooth blend of sexy, throaty sounds, calculated to turn someone on. "Thank you, dear."
The way Jane Hanova said the word "dear" sent chills racing up and down Linda's spine. It had been a long time since just the sound of somebody's voice could do that to her. Still smiling at both of them, she slowly stood up straight again, and turned away from the husband and wife.
Meanwhile, back in the galley, Carol Williams was fixing the pilot and copilot some coffee. Actually, the coffee cup had a lot more rum in it than anything else. The black woman knew just how Captain Jack Todd and his copilot Bill Trainer liked their coffee. And she also knew how they liked their women. Agreeable!
Placing the steaming cups onto a tray, Carol made her way towards the hatch leading to the cockpit. Twisting the door's handle, she pushed her way into the tight quarters. Ed Reiner, the radio operator smiled as he crawled around Carol, heading for some electrical components in the back of the plane.
Jack's eye lit up when he saw the smiling face of Carol Williams coming towards him. There were few things that the handsome pilot liked better than the smooth, warm, brown skin of a sexy black woman. And their weren't many women sexier than Carol.
Bill and Jack eagerly pressed the hot rims of their coffee cups up to their mouths and swallowed the strongly spiked coffee. The rum burned their throats a bit, but it was more than made up for by the spreading warmth of the alcohol in their stomachs.
"You make one hell of a cup of coffee," Jack laughed, toasting Carol with his cup.
Bill joined in. The fun he had had with Linda and Susan really put him in the mood to fuck. As Carol stood between the two men enjoying their words of praise, Bill let one of his hands reach out to smooth the tight-fitting skirt over the rounded excitement of her thrilling ass cheeks.
Bill's attentive hands were just what Carol was looking for. Like her fellow stewardesses, she was bored to tears, and wanted something a little exciting to do. Bill and Jack were just what she was looking for to pass the time.
While his copilot toyed with her saucy ass, Bill yanked his headphones off and undid his seatbelt. The heat was already beginning to build between his strongly muscled legs. He could feel his throbbing member begin to fill with boiling blood, forcing the growing tool against the tightness of his dark blue pants.
"Is everything okay back there?" Jack asked, motioning to the passenger cabin as his fingers gently massaged the smoothness of her firm thigh.
Carol enjoyed the feel of Jack's manicured fingertips scraping against the taut nylon covering her long, graceful legs. She opened her legs slightly, just in case her captain felt like playing with the patch of soft fleece covering her mound.
Beneath her pantyhose, Carol wore nothing. The touch of the experienced man's fingers at the entranceway to her body was really thrilling. The black woman held her breath as she felt Jack's fingers pulling down the drawn nylon of her pantyhose. She just smiled as Bill lifted her skirt up around her waist.
Linda felt her entire body come alive when she saw the call button for Jane and Phil Hanova light up again. She could feel a soft blush come to her cheeks as she hurried to answer their call.
This time, Jane did anything but ignore Linda. She couldn't have been more attentive, as a matter-of-fact. They young wife's eyes glowed with a dark brown intensity while her long, almost black hair cascaded down around her shoulders. Even sitting, it wasn't difficult to see that she had a simply fantastic body.
Jane Hanova was dressed in a comfortably sexy black pants suit. The flare-bottomed pants were cut to show off the exciting length of her shapely legs, and the perfection of her rounded ass cheeks. The outfit's jacket was short, hardly touching Jane's waist, and she always wore it open. Beneath the jacket, her braless breasts were covered by the tight-fitting wool of an expensive sweater.
Phil was dressed as comfortably, and just as expensively as his wife. Standing before them, Linda could see the outline of his fat tool pressing against the thin, summer weight material of his tailored slacks.
"We'd like another two drinks," Jane said, letting her eyes pay Linda the nicest compliments that she could.
"And maybe you'd like to join us?" Phil asked, a wicked gleam in his handsome eyes.
"I'd like to," Linda happily admitted, "but that's really against regulations. I'm sorry."
"So are we," Jane added, curling her lips up into an attractively provocative pout.
Linda was glad that the plane was almost half-empty as she chatted with Phil and his wonderful wife. Propping her ass up on the arm rest of the seat across the aisle, she allowed the tight hem of her skirt to ride up along the fullness of her lovely thighs. She made no move to pull the garment back into place as she exposed her skin to the warmth of Jane and Phil's attentive eyes.
Linda quickly glanced from side to side, making sure that none of the other passengers could see her. Then, she let her knees drift apart, exposing the wet pinkness of her quivering cunt to their hot looks. She felt new excitement filling her mind as the married couple licked their lips lustfully.
"I'd better get those drinks," Linda said, hopping to her feet after making sure Mr. and Mrs. Hanova had a good look at her exciting body.
She could feel the increasing dampness between her legs as she happily skipped down the aisle. Suddenly remembering that she was a trained stewardess, Linda regained her composure. She didn't want to attract the attention of any other passengers.
Leaning over onto one elbow, Bill Trainer pressed his lips to the naked gash of Carol's pussy. His tongue licked the sweet secretions from her trembling cunt as he lashed the hardness of her clit with the rough side of his finger-like projection. Feeling Carol's body responding to his touch was a wonderful sensation. He could feel the tiny tremors racing through her body as his mouth caressed the marvelous warmth of her fleece-covered womanhood.
Jack enjoyed the show Bill and Carol were putting on before him, but he didn't intend to just sit by and let his copilot have all the fun. Grabbing hold of one of her ass cheeks in his powerful hands, Jack turned the stewardess' body around to face him. After a quick smile into her lovely face, he pressed his mouth to the still damp furrow between the girl's thrilling legs.
Carol moaned as she leaned against Jack's face. The touch of his lips on her naked cunt was enough to send her whirling to the heights of orgasmic ecstasy. But the young stewardess was able to keep control of her emotions as she felt her body being passed back to Jack's copilot.
Bill's fingertips crept into the deep crevice between the rounded half spheres of her ass cheeks, while his experienced lips sought out the center of her lusting passions. And as she turned her body towards his mouth, she enjoyed the delights of her captain's fingers pulling the heavy globes of her ass apart, and pushing his face into the darkened crack.
While Bill Trainer's mouth did wonderfully obscene things to Carol's cunt, Jack Todd was busy thrilling the hidden entranceway into the black woman's anus. His tongue pressed against the tight ringed hole, pushing its way into the steaming heat of the wildly exciting chamber.
Carol's ebony fingers twisted into the long strands of Bill and Jack's hair. Digging her sharp fingernails into the backs of their necks, she pushed their hard-working faces even harder against her yielding, throbbing body. The touch of both men's tongues made every muscle in her lithe figure tremble with anticipated lust.
While her body responded to the thrilling attentions they were paying it, Carol lifted her hands from the top of their heads to the buttons on her jacket. With nimble speed, she was soon shrugging out of her uniform, dropping it onto the floor in the roomy cockpit.
Then, while the sounds of their slurping mouths filled her ears, Carol attacked the row of buttons holding her blouse closed, and her tits confined in white cotton. She could feel her nipples hardening as she slipped out of her shirt, tossing it on top of her jacket.
Bill looked up from his place between her legs to see the majesty of the black woman's tits hanging free. The lushness of the ripe, dark brown fruit made his mouth water for a taste of Carol's delicious looking skin. The hardened tips of her breasts were as black as coal, and stood away from the rest of her tits. Those black buds of erect flesh beckoned Bill's mouth, drawing him to them as a magnet attracts iron.
Climbing out of their seats, Bill and Jack both thanked god for the invention of the automatic pilot control. A few quick settings and they were ready for the enjoyment of the stewardess' gleaming black flesh.
Carol could see the burning lust in both men's faces as they came closer and closer to her. She smiled as Jack's expert fingers moved to the clasp holding her skirt closed. With a flick of his wrist, the waistband of the tight-fitting garment was undone, and the zipper had been pulled down all the way. Both men grinned in approval as Carol's skirt slid down the smoothness of her dark, creamy legs.
Fixing Phil and Jane's drinks, Linda noticed two of the other stewardesses slipping into one of the 747's bathrooms. The jumbo jet had much roomier toilets than the smaller ships. By the obscene smiles on the two stewardesses faces, Linda knew exactly what they were going to do in there.
Checking over her shoulder to make sure there wasn't anyone watching, Linda quickly downed about two ounces of scotch. The potent liquid scorched the inside of her throat, but was soon followed by a spreading warmth from the pit of her stomach. Picking up the tray with the drinks on it, she headed back down the aisle to her waiting passengers.
Linda was very susceptible to the effects of alcohol, and she knew it. As she walked, she could feel a slightly lopsided smile curling up the corners of her full mouth.
"Here are your drinks," Linda said, holding the tray out in front of her.
Phil and Jane reached out for their glasses, yet neither of them took their eyes off Linda's wonderful body. The hot stares seemed to cut through the stewardess' uniform as if it were transparent. Linda could see the rising lust in both their eyes as she stood bent over, showing off the heavy mounds of her tits for the second time. She could see her efforts were not going unnoticed.
"Delicious," Jane said, as she sipped the drink.
But Linda could see that she was talking about her tits, and not the scotch. Jane's eyes were digging into the deep, dark valley between the fleshy globes of her boobs. Phil was obviously turning on to the sight of his wife flirting with the beautiful stewardess. Linda looked into his lap, and could make out the outline of his swollen cock pressing against the tight material of his expensive pants.
Linda straightened up and stepped back a few steps, until she felt the arm of the empty seat behind her. Still smiling at the very handsome couple, she sat down, the arm of the seat digging into the full firmness of her ass.
As she crossed her legs, Linda could see some of the other passengers admiring the long, graceful lines of her shapely legs. She knew that too much thigh was peeking beneath the tight-fitting skirt; but enjoying the hot looks prevented her from pulling the hem down to a more modest position.
"You've got some body," Captain Jack Todd said, as he sank his sharp-tipped fingers into the yielding flesh of Carol's tits. "A real showpiece," he added, while his eyes traveled up and down the black woman's thrilling form.
Carol felt Bill moving around her as Jack pulled her against the hardness of his chest. The strong man's lips ground against her own as he thrust his wet tongue into the churning wetness between her brilliantly gleaming teeth.
Bill's fingers were busy on the ebony roundness of the stewardess' ass while his captain enjoyed the heat of Carol's marvelous body. He could feel the way her black form squirmed excitedly between their probing hands.
Carol was in heaven. She could feel the swelling strength of Jack's cock pressing into the damp furrow between her naked legs, while Bill's hands crept into the deep crack of her ass. She caught her breath as the tips of his fingers found the hidden entrance way into her hot asshole.
Carol's hands rushed to the front of her captain's pants as her labored breathing filled the cramped space within the cockpit. She needed the feel of his massive cock pounding into the heat of her velvet chamber, and she had no intention of waiting. With the speed of experience, she undid the zipper, and reached into the folds of his pants.
Jack's body tensed as he felt the coolness of the black stewardess' fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing shaft of his cock. While her snake-like tongue pushed itself deep into the wet heat of his mouth, the pilot could feel Carol's sharp fingernails exploring the tiny slit in the head of his prick.
Bill's dry finger pushed its way into the tight ring of her anus, and he knew she was feeling the pain. Making the beautiful stewardess hurt excited the sadistic man. His hand worked brutally as he loosened up the hidden entrance.
Carol loved fliers. She knew how dominant and strong they could be. There was something wonderful about being at the mercy of two savage males that sent shivers of excitement racing through her blood. She felt like a slave, willing, to do whatever was commanded of her. And that feeling made her passions soar!
With her legs crossed, Linda pressed the sharp tip of her black high heels into the side of Phil's leg while they chatted aimlessly. The stewardess was really sorry she couldn't join her two new friends in a drink, but that could very well get her fired. And if there was one thing that Linda enjoyed, it was being a fast-paced airline stewardess.
"Would you mind showing me the way to the powder room?" Jane suddenly asked as she began to rise from her seat.
Linda thrilled to the lusty gleam in the beautiful woman's eyes as she caught the hidden meaning of Jane's words. Her cunt began to moisten at the thought of the passenger's mouth sucking away at the dripping secretions of her cunt.
Standing Jane Hanova looking even more exciting and beautiful than she had before. Her breasts were huge and stood out before the rest of her body like twin rockets. Linda could clearly see the hard tips of her boobs pressing against the thin black wool of her expensive pants suit top.
"This way, Jane dear," Linda said, leading the passenger down the aisle towards one of the vacant bathrooms.
Linda could feel the woman's eyes taking in the luscious fullness of her ass as she walked, and she made a very special effort to wiggle her buttocks wildly. By the time they reached the door to the bathroom, her entire body was hot and ready for the loving mouth of Jane Hanova.
As Linda pushed open the door to the toilet, she stepped to the side. The look in Jane's eyes confirmed what was in her mind as she let the woman brush past her. The stewardess could feel the hardened nipples of the other woman rub against her arm as Jane slipped past her. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure nobody was watching, Linda followed her inside.
The moment they were in the tiny room, Jane wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck and pulled herself into the waiting heat of Linda's thrilling body. Their lips met, and in another moment, they hungrily sucked the sweet saliva from each other's mouth.
The two massive pairs of breasts ground against each other as both women's hands dropped to the swelling mounds of their asses. It didn't take Jane very long before she was bunching Linda's skirt up around her waist, and slipping her fingertips into the elastic waistband of the stewardess' nylon pantyhose.
The feel of Jane's sharp fingernails sent shudders of lust surging through Linda's heaving body. Her own hands had found their way down into the back of the woman's pants, and were busy enjoying the taut, firm flesh of her swollen ass cheeks.
With her fingers still wrapped around the pilot's cock, and her ass enjoying the feel of Bill's thick finger tearing away at it, Carol fitted the bloated, blood-filled head of Jack's throbbing tool to the wet, soft folds of her cunt lips. While her mind was thrown into the swirling world of lusting ecstasy, she rubbed the smooth, burning skin of his prick against the already erect nub of her clitoris.
Then, with a sudden thrust of her hips, Carol's hairy black cunt swallowed up the searing intruder. With that one powerful move, she had managed to ram more than half of the stud's meat into her belly, and her sucking cunt lips immediately began to urge the scum from Jack's hanging balls.
Bill's finger delving into the tight blackness of the stewardess' asshole could feel the probing thickness of his captain's shaft as it drove in and out of Carol's cunt. Only a thin membrane separated Bill's finger and Jack's cock as they both enjoyed her wonderful body.
Bill pressed his lips to the softness of the woman's shoulder, and he tasted the delightfully salty taste of her sweat, while his hands reached around her body to find the swollen melons of her hard-tipped breasts. He enjoyed rolling the coal-black nipples between his sharp fingernails, knowing the pain he was causing the woman.
Carol thrashed between the dual assault of Bill's delving finger and Jack's thrusting cock. She could feel her marvelous orgasm beginning to fill her quivering belly. She rocked back and forth between the two dominant men, enjoying both of them.
Carol was too involved to hear Bill undoing the zipper on the front of his pants. She hardly noticed him pulling her ass cheeks apart roughly as he yanked his finger out of the steaming chamber of her anus. But at the feel of his rock-hard prick pressing against the entrance way between her heavy globes of flesh, she suddenly tensed. Carol knew her asshole was dry, and that Bill's cock was huge. She could only imagine the damage his thick shaft would do to her sensitive flesh.
Bill couldn't have given less of a shit how much pain his searing rod caused the stewardess. The only thing on his mind was the feel of her anus hotly kissing the head of his blood-filled shaft.
A low pitched groan escaped Carol's throat as Bill's cock forced its way into the burning chamber of her anus. She could feel her sensitive flesh tearing before the onslaught of the copilot's raging tool. Tears of pain and pleasure overflowed her eyes, streaking the ebony skin of her face.
Together, Bill and Jack's stiff pricks slammed away at Carol's supple body, painfully bringing her closer and closer to the ultimate joy of her orgasm. The more agony they filled her body with, the greater the stewardess' passion became.
Jane Hanova slid down to her knees, letting her fat tits rub against Linda's body as she lowered herself to the floor. The woman's long, graceful fingers pulled at the damp, shear nylon caressing the stewardess' legs.
The smell of Linda's overflowing cunt filled Jane's nostrils, causing them to flare.
Linda's fingers dropped to the top of the other woman's head, and she wrapped her fingers into the soft strands of Jane's hair. Pulling gently, she urged the passenger's beautiful face into the steaming heat of her quivering cunt.
Jane was more than eager for a taste of her lover's sopping wet pussy, but she allowed Linda to think she was in command of the situation. Once she felt the soft hairs of the stewardess' love mound touching her chin, she went wild. Ramming her face into the hot crotch, she began to lap up sweet-tasting cunt cream.
Linda shoved her pussy up to meet the other woman's greedily sucking mouth. She felt Jane's tongue making its way into the very depths of her throbbing twat as her fingers massaged the fat mounds of her ass.
But Jane wasn't interested in just sucking her new friend's cunt. She wanted to feel Linda's mouth slaving between her own legs. She wanted to feel the stewardess' lips and teeth gently munching at the erect, trembling nub of her clitoris.
Jane pulled her head from between Linda's legs. Smiling up at the half naked woman in uniform, she slowly began undoing the clasp that held her expensively tailored slacks closed. Squirming on the floor, Jane soon got her pants off, dragging her black nylon, bikini panties along with it.
Linda enjoyed the feel of Jane's mouth on her cunt, but she also wanted to taste the sweetness of her body. Towering over the other woman, she looked down into the furry shrine of her passion, marveling at how deliciously inviting the pink pussy lips looked.
Jane was more than turned on by the obscene grin spread across Linda's face as she spread her legs apart.
She enjoyed showing off her sopping wet cunt to the beautiful stewardess, knowing how inviting her wet deck looked.
"Don't you want a little taste, baby?" Jane asked, reaching down between her outstretched legs.
Linda watched as the other woman ran a long finger through the moist hair concealing her precious slit. She could see Jane's secretions coating her finger. Her body began to twitch nervously as the sopping finger was held up to her.
Linda didn't need another invitation. Dropping down to her knees, she took hold of Linda's hand in both of her own. With quivering lips, she brought the damp finger to her mouth, and plunged it into the churning, wet heat.
The sounds of Linda's licking mouth echoed off the walls, filling Jane's mind with new lusts. Just from the way the stewardess was sucking her finger, Mrs. Hanova knew how wonderful her mouth would feel on the sensitive folds of her cunt.
Linda didn't miss a drop. Her tongue licked up every bit of Jane's thick cream. The sweet taste made her tongue tingle with excitement as she imagined sucking the fresh cunt juices from the sexy woman's wet box.
In a split second, she had shoved her face into the steaming heat of Jane's crotch. Her tongue furiously drank the delicately flavored secretions into the quivering depths of her hungry stomach. Nothing had ever tasted as wonderful as Jane's fluids tasted at that very moment.
Carol's scream echoed off of the cockpit's cluttered walls as her orgasm ripped through her body. She thrashed in every direction at once as her entire being was caught up in the flaming passions of her lusts. She knew that the two men's cocks were brutally tearing her yielding flesh to ribbons, but it didn't make the slightest difference. Only the crushing completeness of her all-consuming climax filled her mind.
Jack's cock burned with lust as he slammed it into the very depths of the black woman's trembling cunt. The velvet walls of her innermost chamber sucked the scum from his balls as he fought to keep from coming. The pilot wanted to delay his orgasm for as long as possible.
But the flight was soon lost. In a blazing flash of passion, the head of his throbbing cock exploded with the force of a roaring jet plane, sending spurt after spurt of boiling scum splashing against the sensitive walls of the woman's twat. He could feel his own sperm mixing with her secretions, bathing his cock in the burning fluids of love.
Bill was having more trouble with his own orgasm than he wished to. Something was blocking him from the final release of his climax. No matter how hard he tried, he was still hung up on the very edge of his burning ecstasy. His cock pistoned in and out of Carol's ass with increasing speed, but it was no use. The harder he fucked, the more frustrated he became.
Carol could feel every drop of Jack's wonderful scum spurting out within her cunt. She could feel her pussy lips greedily sucking the hot spendings bursting from the swollen head of his throbbing prick, and she loved every minute of it.
But soon, Jack pulled his exhausted cock out of the sanctity of Carol's lower belly. His now limp prick gleamed with the coating of their precious fluids. Stepping back a few inches, he enjoyed the look of agony twisting the black woman's face as his copilot's cock pounded into her ass.
"Go to it, Billie boy," Jack cheered. "Give that black bitch what she's been looking for. Really fuck the living shit out of her tight asshole."
Carol hated the racial slurs her captain made, yet they were somehow part of the humiliation she so desperately needed. At the sound of Jack's snide words, she rammed her ass back against the delving cock even more.
But no matter how hard he fucked, Bill was still denied the peace of his much needed orgasm. Finally, frantically, he dug his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of Carol's shining black shoulder. His jaws closed like a vise, sinking into the sweat-soaked skin of the beautiful woman sadistically.
Carol's eyes bulged as she felt the vicious pain of Bill's bite surging through her every muscle. Her mouth flew open, and the air was split with the shrieking sound of her wild scream.
Magically, as Carol's agonizing scream filled his ears, Bill's cock burst its boiling load. His steaming scum rushed from the tip of his prick, shooting into the very depths of her bowels. His orgasm went on and on, as the unending flow of scum emptied from his aching balls.
Linda thrilled to the feel of the cold tiles against her naked skin as she crawled beneath Jane's heaving body. Struggling, she had opened the front of her uniform and her blouse, letting the huge mounds of her tits spill forward. The hardened tips of her boobs jutted out from the rest of her alabaster mounds, an exciting contrast to the softness of her feminine flesh.
Jane caught her breath as she saw the massive breasts of the sexy stewardess coming towards her. Once they were within reach, the passenger's hands shot out as she sank her long, manicured fingers into the yielding skin.
Linda enjoyed the touch of hands on her body, but she was more interested in the taste of Jane's cunt hole. In another moment, she was able to position herself so that her trembling lips could suck the overflowing juices of the other woman's delicious pussy.
The bathroom's tiled floor felt enjoyably cool on Jane's naked ass as she pushed her throbbing twat against Linda's greedy mouth. A warm, contented smile curled up the edges of her full, rich lips as she allowed the slavering mouth of the stewardess to send shivers of lust racing through her blood.
The fresh cunt cream Linda was lapping from Jane's pussy tasted even more wonderful than the secretions she had licked off her finger only moments before. The woman's fluids had a thick, sweet taste that tingled on Linda's tongue. Her nostrils filled with the strong odor of sex as she pushed her tongue into the steaming slit.
Jane's entire body quivered to the feel of Linda's exploring tongue working its way into the deepest, darkest recesses of her marvelous body. She could feel the young woman's well-trained lips wrapping around the hardened nub of her clit, sucking the passions from her desire-filled flesh.
As she felt Linda's head move even lower, Jane lifted her ass up off the floor, allowing the lusty woman access to the hidden entranceway to her anus. Every muscle in her entire body began to shake as the long length of Linda's tongue pushed its way into the tight ring of her asshole.
Jane began slamming her body up to meet the ever pressing force of the stewardess' tongue, mouth and teeth. Before very long, she was lost in the swirling world of her climax. For a fraction of a second, she wished her husband could be there to enjoy the exciting treatment of her newfound friend.
But the thoughts of her husband were only momentary. Soon, the only thing in Jane Hanova's mind was the thrilling fulfillment of her own desires.
CHAPTER THREE
With the help of Phil and Jane Hanova, the flight passed quickly for Linda, and she was soon switching on the light informing her passengers to fasten their seatbelts and put out their cigarettes. The jumbo jet circled Amsterdam Airport as it entered its landing formation, the city's lights blazing beneath it. The ground time was about ten o'clock in the evening, and Amsterdam was alive with excitement.
Linda was really looking forward to her three day layover in the city that was fast becoming the very center of swinging Europe. All of her friends that had been to Holland told her the most thrilling stories imaginable, and she was eager to see whether or not they had exaggerated.
In the stewardess' area, Linda braced herself as the giant plane's landing gear touched the smooth concrete of the runway. Jack Todd, loaded to the gills with booze, made a perfect landing. Linda smiled as she realized that aside from dinner, Carol Williams hadn't stepped out of the cockpit. Everyone in the company knew how much Jack loved black chicks, and Linda was sure he made good use of her wonderful body.
There were a million little things to check after the plane had landed, and by the time Linda was through, Bill had joined her in the now empty seating area.
"Well, baby," Bill began, placing one of his hands on Linda's firm thigh. "What's your first stop in Amsterdam?"
Enjoying the feel of the copilot's massaging fingers on her warm body, Linda turned on the most inviting smile she could manage, and turned towards him. Bill's hand remained on her waist as he rubbed the soft flatness of her stomach.
"This is my first trip to the city, and I really don't know where to begin," Linda replied, letting her long fingers cover his.
With an obscene gleam in her eyes, Linda pushed Bill's hand lower, until it was resting against the gentle mound of her cunt. Still smiling, she pushed her body up against his fingers, thrilling to the experienced man's touch through the thin material of her uniform.
"You're in need of a knowledgeable guide," Bill said, pressing his fingers between her legs even more firmly.
"Hmmm...." Linda moaned. "How right you are."
After telling Bill what hotel she was staying in, Linda made her way to the customs office. She hoped all the red tape wouldn't take too long, since she was going to meet him in a few hours. Bill had assured her that Amsterdam would be at its very best by midnight.
Once settling in at her hotel, the very first thing Linda did was take some Benzedrine. With only three days to spend in the city, she didn't want to waste any time sleeping. Not without somebody sucking die shit out of her hot cunt.
In her two years as a stewardess, Linda had learned how to travel light. Her bag was small, but contained some very exciting outfits. For her first night in Amsterdam, she chose a leather hot pants suit. She knew how sexily the clothing would show off her body.
Tossing the supple garments onto the bed, Linda quickly stripped off her uniform, grabbed a towel and made for the shower. After her little bathroom fun on the plane, she knew her skin needed it. Happily skipping into the adjoining toilet, she enjoyed the feel of the thick carpet tickling her toes.
Placing one delicate knee on the cool hardness of the tub's rim, Linda leaned over to the faucets. With a twist of her wrist, hot water came splashing from the spout. Another twist sent the steaming water up to the shower head as Linda rushed to pull her head out of the path of the spray.
In moments, the mirrors in the spacious bathroom were frosted with vaporized water. Linda had set the temperature rather high. She loved the feel of burning water bringing a rosy blush to the surface of her body.
Pulling the shower curtain back, the young woman stepped into the steaming spray. Her nipples hardened immediately as she felt the water crashing against her swollen tits. Wonderful shivers raced through her blood as she allowed her eyes to drift closed.
Spreading her long legs just as far as she could, Linda leaned against the back wall of the tiled stall, pointing her trembling pussy up towards the burning spray. Reaching between her legs, she pulled open the sensitive lips of her cunt so that the cleansing water could excite the pink folds of her twat.
Linda's clitoris throbbed as the hot spray beat against it. The water felt like a thousand teeth biting into the erect nub of flesh. It wasn't long before Linda felt her orgasm beginning to build within her belly. As a slight smile crossed her lips, she slipped two fingers into the sopping wet hole.
With the sound of cascading water echoing off the tiled walls, Linda came. Her climax crashed through her body, causing every muscle to shake spastically. Her knees went weak as she struggled to remain standing. And as her orgasm took control of her mind and soul, the vision of Jane Hanova sucking her cunt danced before her tightly shut eyes, adding to the enjoyment of her climax.
But, as the last echoes of her passion faded, Linda realized it was getting late. She didn't want to keep Bill and his strong cock waiting, not to mention all the hot pricks and cunts that were surely to be hers before the night was over.
Stepping from the tub, Linda enjoyed the feel of the cooled water running down the length of her curvaceous form. Reaching for the thick towel, she thrilled to the feel of the soft material in her wet fingers. Wrapping the towel around herself, she began patting the dampness from her pink skin.
As she dried the sensitive flesh of her cunt, asshole and tits, Linda found it very difficult not to begin fingerfucking herself all over again. But she won the battle, and was soon returning to the adjoining bedroom.
Tossing the wet towel over the back of a chair, she went back to her suitcase and removed a pair of knee-high suede boots and almost black pantyhose. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Linda slipped her feet into the sheer nylon stockings, her skin responding to the thin, tautly drawn material.
Lifting her ass off the bed, she fitted the bikini top of the garment around the swells of her buttocks. Linda hated most pantyhose because they were so ugly, but she was pleased at the way this pair looked. They were made to be worn without anything else on. It didn't matter to her that they were four times the price. The sight of her reflection in the mirror made the additional expense more than worth it.
Hooking her fingers into the waistband of the hot pants, Linda lifted the sexy garment from the bed. She let her nails scrape across the smooth leather for a moment before stepping into the pants. The garment fit tightly, and she had to suck her breath in just to get them to close.
After fastening the front clasp, Linda went to the mirror to see how they looked. She was very pleased, and know Bill would be, too. The hot pants were cut to show off as much of her sexy ass as possible. Turning to the side, she could see almost half her buttocks hanging out the bottom of the pants. Linda's eyes didn't fail to take in the stunning beauty of her swollen tits as she stood admiring her reflection in the polished glass.
With an obscene smile spread across her full, rich lips, Linda made her way back to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped her dainty feet into the suede boots, pulling up the hidden zippers on the sides of the footwear. The caressing suede felt marvelous against the hard skin of her legs.
Linda saved the top of her outfit for last. The garment, also made of the thinnest, softest leather available, was a bolero jacket just reaching the bottom of her tits. It was extremely tight, pushing her fat tits up towards the deeply slashed neckline. Like the lower half of the costume, the jacket hid very little. Instead, it highlight ed the fullness of her thrilling body, keeping only her nipples out of sight. But they were outlined in the thin leather anyway.
The jacket was held closed with a single buckle in the front. Straining the material, she was able to get the garment closed. The leather fit like a second skin, molding to every curve of her magnificent breasts.
Returning to the mirror, Linda stood looking at herself, her legs spread and a fisted hand on each hip. Though she tried not to, she found herself pressing her lips against the cold glass. As her mouth trembled, she kissed the reflection of her own body in the mirror.
But the sound of the front doorbell woke her from the dreams of fucking her own body. Pushing away from the glass, she noticed the moist outline of her lips in the cold, silvered glass. Then, she rushed to let her handsome stud in.
Bill's eyes widened to the sight of the spectacular woman before him. He had seen Linda in some wild outfits, but none could compare with the one that she was wearing that night. His fingers ached for the feel of her rounded ass cheeks.
"Make yourself comfortable, baby," Linda said, ushering him into the room. "I just have to dry my hair. I'll be with you in a moment."
Bill watched Linda's ass swaying excitedly as she made her way into the bedroom. As his cock responded to the wild curves of her body, he followed her. Sitting on the bed, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pushed one between his lips. He lit the tip with a gold lighter that flashed brilliantly.
"Light me one, honey," Linda said, bringing the hair dryer up to her damp hair.
"Here, baby," Bill said, coming up behind her and pushing the cigarette towards Linda's lips. "By the way," Bill added, reaching around to the swollen mounds of her confined tits, "you look really great tonight."
Linda loved to hear compliments about her body. Stepping backwards, she rubbed the rounded cheeks of her ass against the hardened lump of flesh between Bill's strong legs. She was more than pleased that just the sight of her thrilling body was enough to make the copilot's cock good and hard.
Feeling Linda's ass wiggling against his cock was enough to almost make Bill come in his pants. Reaching around to the front of her jacket, his fingers deftly undid the large buckle holding the garment closed. Her confined tits spilled forward, bouncing in the freedom from its leather prison.
Bill sank his eager fingers into the soft flesh of her swollen boobs as he shoved his crotch against the rounded fullness of Linda's ass.
Linda continued to dry her hair as she leaned back against Bill's body, enjoying the rough attentions of his digging fingers on her breasts. Her nipples hardened to the touch of his sharp fingernails cutting into the stiff tips of flesh.
Finishing with her hair, Linda lay the dryer down onto the top of her dresser and turned to face her handsome escort for the evening. Wrapping her arms around his strong neck, she snuggled herself against his broad chest, pressing the hardened tips of her tits into his skin.
Even through the thickness of his shirt, Bill could feel Linda's nipples searing the flesh of his chest as she mashed her lips onto his mouth. The copilot's hands slipped down to the mounds of her big ass as her tongue forced its way into the moist heat of his mouth.
Linda sucked at the masculine taste of Bill's saliva as she shoved her crotch up against the erect length of his covered cock. She thrilled to the feel of his fingers playing with her buttocks as she felt the muscles in his athletic thighs begin to tremble with anticipated excitement.
But Linda wanted to tease him. As she felt his fingers trying to undo her pants, she squirmed out of his reach, her laughter filling the room, deep and throaty as it echoed off the walls.
"Now you said that you were going to show me Amsterdam," Linda told the turned copilot.
Knowing he would be slamming his cock up her cunt before the night was over, Bill didn't mind the little games she was playing. As a matter-of-fact, he enjoyed having his passions teased to greater heights. Stepping aside, he allowed Linda to move away from his exploring fingers.
Sucking her breath in, Linda was able to close the front of her leather jacket. Sauntering back to the mirrored dresser, her ass wiggling as wildly as she could make it, the beautiful stewardess applied some makeup to her exquisitely featured face. Very little was needed. Only a touch of powder and a bit of lipstick to make her mouth shine brightly. After a quick brushing of her long hair, Linda was ready to meet Amsterdam.
Bill knew the city much better than Linda thought he would. As it turned out, he lived in Holland for a few years after leaving the Air Force. Locking the door behind her, Linda and Bill made their way down to the lobby of the hotel, and the street.
This was Linda's first real look at Amsterdam. She was too rushed coming from the airport to really take in the beauty of the large city earlier in the evening. Now, as the warm Dutch air caressed her cheeks, the young woman allowed her eyes to fill with the spectacle of the old city.
Bill quickly hailed a cab and Linda heard him tell the driver to take them to the Club Paradiso. She was surprised to see how fluently everyone seemed to speak English. And Linda really liked the sound of their accents. Relaxing back into the comfortable seat, she let her gaze travel out the window, to the many structures that lined the streets. Even at midnight, the road was full of people riding bicycles.
As they drove, the cab crossed bridge after bridge, spanning the elaborate network of canals that crisscrossed the city. Linda's lips curled up in a contented smile as she watched a group of ducks silently swimming up one of the larger waterways.
"Isn't it a wonderful city?" Bill asked, resting his hand on the softness of the woman's thigh.
"Hmmm...." Linda replied to both his question and the touch of his strong fingers on her leg.
After about a ten minute drive, the cab pulled up in front of a huge, brightly painted building. It had obviously been a church at one time, but as colored lights flashed, and ear-splitting rock music spilled out from the windows and doors, it was surely a church no more. Linda felt her blood surging through her body, quickened by the sight of an endless stream of handsome men and women going in and out of the front doors.
Bill paid the driver, and he and Linda climbed out of the cab. Holding hands, they climbed the steep front steps, and entered the Club Paradiso.
The sudden shock of sound, sight and smell sent Linda's mind reeling. All her senses were assaulted at the same time. Out of the comer of her eye, she could see Bill smiling at her surprise. He had known the effect of the club's interior before they had arrived.
Linda's eyes scanned the limitless crowd before her, surging in all directions at once. In the flashing light and darkness, she had a hard time trying to tell the women from the men. Almost everyone had very long hair, and wore faded jeans. Linda felt her cunt begin to moisten as she imagined the entire crowd naked, fucking the shit out of itself.
Right on the inside of the door was a small booth, and Bill paid the price of two admissions. Above the booth was a huge sign that said that dealing in drugs was illegal, and anyone dealing would be thrown out. Everywhere Linda looked, kids were buying and selling drugs, ignoring the warning of its illegality.
Linda, her nostrils filling with the smell of grass and hash, felt Bill take her arm and lead her into the swirling center of the crowd. He was taking her into a huge room, filled with even more people. There, a wild rock band played atop a smallish stage. Their amplifiers had been turned up as high as they would go, and the sounds were deafening.
Linda allowed the music to fill her body, and she had the strangest feeling of being fucked by each note. The music seemed to go directly to her hungry cunt, and her pussy responded to it as it would to the hardworking mouth of a beautiful woman or handsome stud.
Blinking several times as if she didn't believe her own eyes, Linda watched what looked like a sixteen-year-old girl wrapping her arms around Bill's neck, and pressing her lips to his. The girl, whose incredibly long, golden blonde hair fell gently around her shoulders, was naked from the waist up. Her tits were huge, hard melons, squashed against Bill's chest.
Linda was unable to speak. She wanted to, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. All she could do was stand there, letting her cunt lips throb with excitement and lust.
When the young girl pulled her face from Bill's, Linda could see the wetness of her saliva coating his lips. But her vision was soon blocked as the young girl pressed herself against the surprised stewardess, her quivering mouth seeking out the heat of Linda's.
As they kissed, Linda's eyes drifted closed. The girl's lips were as sweet as they looked. Her tongue forced its way between Linda's teeth, the tip of the long finger of soft, wet flesh licking at the inside of her mouth.
Linda's teeth gently began to chew on the girl's tongue as she sucked the sweet saliva from her mouth. The searing tips of the teenager's fat tits burned the flesh of Linda's half naked breasts as their bodies ground against each other.
As she felt the young woman slipping from her grasp, Linda opened her eyes to see the blonde teenager disappearing into the crush of the throbbing crowd. And once again, she felt Bill's strong fingers wrapped around her arm, leading her closer to the stage.
As she moved towards the musicians, their music took complete control of her body. She began to move and sway to the throbbing rhythm engulfed in the confusing assault on her eyes and ears.
And then she was alone. Her blurred vision caught sight of two beautiful women taking hold of Bill's athletic form. Linda watched one of the sexy bitches reaching down between his legs, obviously thrilling the hidden lump of his hardening cock. The other woman's hands were busy roaming over the hard flesh of his chest. But Linda wasn't the least bit jealous. Every where she looked, beautiful men and women stood, waiting for her attentions.
Suddenly, Linda realized she was dancing wildly. Her body was in the grip of the music, and there was no way for her to stop. She began to heave in all directions at once, thrusting her crotch forward as she stared into the expressive eyes of the drummer. When she caught his gaze, she smiled wantonly, her long tongue obscenely licking her lips.
Out of nowhere, someone passed Linda a crudely rolled cigarette, filled with powerful, Indian grass. As she sucked at the tight tip, she enjoyed the feeling of her lungs filling with drugged smoke. Almost instantly, she could feel the effects of the pot, lessening her already relaxed inhibitions.
Whoever had passed her the joint was gone, and Linda happily sucked away on the grass as she continued her dance. The drummer was staring back at her now, enjoying the spectacle of her thrilling body. The stewardess knew she was turning the young man on, and doubled her efforts. She had already decided she would feel the hardness of his blood-filled tool before the night was over.
Stan slammed away at his drums like a man possessed as he watched Linda's tits straining the already tight material of her jacket. He enjoyed the sight of her massive boobs outlined in the supple leather while his mouth watered for a taste of her sopping cunt.
The speed Stan had taken at the start of the session was surging through his blood, filling him with feelings of lust and strength. His mind was filled with the thoughts of how tight the beautiful woman's asshole was. He imagined himself driving the blunt end of his rod up into her bowels, and those thoughts made his prick come alive. He could feel the confined cock angrily pressing against the taut denim of his faded jeans.
A small circle had formed around Linda as her dance grew wilder and wilder. She could feel the heat of their attentive eyes warming her half-naked body as her performance started the juices boiling between their legs.
When Linda finished the joint she was smoking, it was immediately replaced with another. She could feel her muscles beginning to ache with exhaustion, but it didn't slow her down one bit. She imagined herself a puppet, with some unknown person pulling the strings, commanding her to dance.
Linda's arms thrashed at her sides as the front of her leather jacket finally burst open. Her heaving, sweat-coated tits spilled into the smoke-filled air, her nipples hardening to the sudden freedom.
Linda made no move to close her jacket. She thrilled to the astonished looks on every face around her, as they devoured the firm mounds of flesh with their eyes. She spun around on her feet as she displayed her gorgeous body to anyone who cared to look. And there was no one who didn't care to look.
Stan's prick sprang to immediate attention as he saw Linda's wonderful treasures being shown to him. His hand flew to the front of his pants, and in another moment, the stiff shaft of his blazing cock was pushing its way through the folds of his jeans.
Finally able to stop dancing, Linda made her way to the stairs on the side of the stage. Her fat tits hung out before her, glistening with their coating of sweat. Her erect nipples stood out from the soft, white flesh of her breasts, throbbing for the feel of a hard-working mouth.
Stan's eyes followed the woman's every move as she came towards him. His fingers tightened on the drum sticks as he watched her climbing the stairs up to the stage and his raging cock. The other members of the band were too wrapped up in their own things to even notice Linda's presence.
Linda's eyes narrowed to drugged slits as she saw the blazing red head of Stan's prick standing out from his hairy crotch. Her mouth immediately began to water as she envisioned swallowing up the thickness of him.
Stan was an American musician who came to Holland on a vacation, and dug it so much he decided to stay. In the three years that he had lived in Amsterdam, he had fucked more hot women than the average man fucks in his entire life. And Stan had a cock that was big and strong enough to take care of all those cunts.
He knew the woman coming towards him was an American by the lushness of her body. European women were his favorites, with their hard, exciting bodies, but he enjoyed an occasional fling with a bitch like Linda. He could see the heat in her eyes as she stared between his legs. If there was one thing in the entire world that Stan was proud of, it was his magnificent cock. He knew she was thinking of that monstrous cock, wondering whether her pussy would be able to take all of it.
And Stan was right. It had been quite a while since Linda had taken a prick as big as the one she was staring at, and it made her cunt quiver in anticipated lust. Feeling that massive prick slamming into her dripping slit might well be the highlight of the evening's fun and games.
As Linda's hand reached out towards Stan's cock, Bill found himself being led into a small room on the second floor. There were a few scattered couples lying on the floor, listening to the piped in music, but none of them even looked up as he and his new friends entered the chamber.
There were big pillows spread out all over the floor, and more than one beautiful woman had her mouth full of hot cock. The exciting smells of sex hung heavily in the air as thick pot smoke burned Bill's eyes.
For the first time, one of the women hanging onto the copilot's arm spoke. Her voice was soft and light, with a strong Dutch accent.
"My name is Fredricka," she began, leading Bill into a deserted comer of the room. "And my sister's name is Greta."
Bill was surprised that he hadn't noticed the resemblance in their faces. As he now looked, it was obvious they were almost twins. Both Fredricka and Greta had long, honey-colored hair that fell gently onto their shoulders. Their facial features were exquisite, as if chiseled into the purest of alabaster marble. Both pairs of eyes blazed darkly, like lumps of blue-black coal.
And their bodies were just as similar as their faces. Both wore tight brown sweaters, which showed off the heavy mounds of their braless tits. Even in the dim light of the shadowy room, Bill could see the hardened tips of their breasts pressing against the tautly drawn material.
Greta wore a tiny miniskirt that showed off her magnificent legs to their best advantage, while her sister's ass and legs were encased in the tightest pair of jeans possible. Both Fredricka and Greta were wearing sexy, knee-high boots with pointed tips and high heels.
As they sat down onto a stack of pillows, Bill's eyes crept underneath Greta's skirt. His cock stirred as he saw that the wild-looking bitch wasn't wearing anything beneath the garment. He could clearly see the swollen lips of her moist-looking pussy, covered by a dark triangle of softly curled pubic hair.
Greta sat on the floor with her legs crossed, and her skirt bunched up around her waist. She made no move to hide the sight of her wonderful cunt clearly on display to anyone that might want to look. And Bill couldn't think of anyplace else he'd rather focus his eyes on.
Fredricka knew just where he was looking, and she didn't mind. Nobody knew better than she how wonderful her sister's cunt looked and tasted. There were few things she would rather do than suck Greta's cunt juices. As she sat beside the American, she reached into a pocket and withdrew some joints. Lifting one of the crudely rolled cigarettes to her lips, she lit it, and sucked greedily on the tightly rolled tip. Her lungs filled with the dragged smoke as she held her breath just as long as she could.
Greta smiled into Bill's eyes, telling him she was pleased at how nice he thought her cunt was. She positioned her legs so her pussy lips were stretched open, giving her admirer a peek into the softly pink folds of her sensitive flesh.
Taking another quick pull off of the joint, Fredricka passed the cigarette to Bill, holding it up to his lips as he took a deep drag. The young woman turned her body half towards his, pressing one of her hard nipples into his arm.
Bill could feel the pressure of Fredricka's boob through the thinness of his shirt. He could feel the tip of her breast throbbing against his own flesh as his arm pressed back against her body. But Bill's eyes remained focused on Greta's cunt, even when he felt the heat of her sister's moist mouth against his ear.
"She has a cunt that is just as delicious as it looks," the young Dutch woman said of her sister. "I have tasted it many times myself," she added, letting the pointed tip of her tongue steal into the darkness of Bill's inner ear.
Imagining Fredricka sucking her sister's cunt sent chills racing up and down Bill's spine. He became even more excited as she passed the joint to Greta and let her hand drop between his legs.
Fredricka was very experienced with her hands. She worked her fingers against the hard lump of Bill's prick, thrilling him through the material of his pants. She knew just how hard to massage the searing flesh in order to increase the flames of passion burning within Bill's stomach.
Fredricka's fingers nimbly undid the zipper on the front of his pants and she pulled his prick out into the open, through the folds of his white underwear. She gasped at the beauty of his erect member while her fingertips roamed over the smooth, blood-filled head of his cock. Her sharp nails found the tiny slit and she gently explored the small crevice.
Greta's eyes were also filled with the sight of the man's marvelous tool. She couldn't help but think about how it would feel to take his organ into her belly. The hidden slit of her cunt began to get even wetter as she imagined her pussy lips sucking away at his thick shaft.
And as she watched, the beautiful woman filled her lungs with drag after drag of pot. She could feel the pleasant sensations of being stoned as her mind filled with the most obscene pictures of Bill, Fredricka and herself fucking away at each other.
While Bill looked on, Greta pulled the joint from her lips and lowered it between her legs. Smiling wantonly, she brushed the unlit end of the joint into the wetness of her pussy, coating the tip with her womanly secretions. Still smiling, she lifted the burning joint from her crotch, and pressed it to Bill's lips.
Bill could taste the sweetness of the woman's cunt on the end of the cigarette as he drew the drugged smoke into his lungs. The girl's sister had been right. She did have a cunt that tasted just as delicious as it looked.
Fredricka's fingers toyed with his cock until she became too anxious for a taste of the tool. Still working a hand up and down the lengthy shaft, she slowly lowered her head into the heat of Bill's crotch.
The first touch of the Dutch woman's mouth on his prick head sent lusting shudders throughout his body. Her lips were softer than he could ever imagine as she covered the smooth skin at the tip of his cock with kisses. When she wrapped her lips around the thick shaft, Bill was afraid he would come right then and there. Fredricka's mouth was just as well trained as her fingers. She had obviously sucked a great many cocks in her short life.
And while Fredricka swallowed up the searing shaft of cock meat, her sister leaned towards Bill's body. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her tits to his chest as her mouth sought his.
Greta's kiss was like that of a wild animal. She sucked Bill's tongue into the churning heat of her mouth, then began to chew away at the soft, wet flesh. Her sharp edged teeth filled Bill's brain with a strange combination of pleasure and pain. Overflowing saliva slid between their chins as Greta's assault continued.
Fredricka moaned with contentment and excitement as she felt the head of Bill's tool pushing against the back of her throat. She fought to keep herself from gagging as she took even more of his shaft into her slavering mouth.
Standing directly before Stan, her naked tits swaying to the beat of the music, Linda imagined her cunt lips straining to fit around the thickness of his mighty tool. She hadn't even begun to think about taking that monster into the tightness of her anus.
But Stan thought a great deal about buggering Linda's ass. Judging by how perfectly shaped her huge tits were, he was sure that her asshole would be just as exciting. He imagined driving his thick shaft into her bowels as his fingers reached around to play with the hard nipples at the tips of her boobs.
As Stan stared at her tits, and Linda stared at his naked cock, neither said a word. Speech wasn't necessary. They both knew what they wanted to do, and knew that they would soon be doing it.
Finally, it was time for the band to take a break. Moving slowly, Stan placed his drumsticks on top of the bass drum, and climbed from behind the set. As he stood smiling at the beautiful woman who was offering herself to him, the shaft of his cock stood out like a burning red flagpole, throbbing for the feel of her soft-looking body.
"You're an American, aren't you?" Stan said, taking Linda by the arm and leading her to the stairs at the side of the stage.
"My name is Linda," she replied, nodding yes to his question.
"I'm Stan."
Linda was mildly surprised that the first man she met in Amsterdam turned out to be another American, but by the size of his monstrous prick she was hardly disappointed. A beautiful cock was a beautiful cock, and it didn't make any difference what nationality its owner was.
Stan led the sexy woman down the steps and through a doorway behind the stage. There was a small room there that was set aside for the band. One of the other members of the group was standing by a table, pushing a needle into his arm. Both Linda and Stan just ignored him.
The moment they were inside the room, Stan reached out and sank his fingers into the firm swells of Linda's fat tits. His nails were sharp and made the stewardess squirm beneath his touch. But the sensitive musician was very careful not to hurt her too much. The pressure of his sharp nails was just enough to make Linda swoon with joy.
The young woman couldn't keep her hands off of Stan's prick any longer. Reaching down between their bodies, Linda wrapped her long, manicured fingers around the burning flesh of his cock. As Stan's mouth dipped to the hardened nipple of her left tit, she began to apply more pressure with her massaging fingers. She could feel his body responding to the added force.
Pulling the tip of her breast into the wet heat of his mouth, Stan began chewing at the hard nub of flesh. His sharp edged teeth tortured the dark brown, sensitive skin, making Linda's breath become strained and labored.
Linda worked one of her hands up and down the thick shaft, while the other crept inside his pants, to touch the puckered skin covering his hairy balls. Leaning her body downward slightly, she was able to push her hand into the crack of his ass. The tips of her fingers sought out the hidden entranceway into his anus, and she began playing with the tight-ringed hole.
Stan enjoyed the salty taste of Linda's smooth skin as he let his mouth roam over the massive mounds of her tits. He could feel her body trembling as he licked at her delicious skin. Using her fat boobs like handles, Stan pulled Linda down to her knees before him.
The fattened head of Stan's cock pumped against Linda's face as she positioned herself between his legs. Her fingers undid the waistband of his tight jeans and she was soon pulling the faded blue jeans down his strongly muscled thighs. She let her sharp fingernails drag across his tough skin, thrilling to the feel of his masculine body.
Stan stepped from the crumpled pair of pants gathered around his ankles and kicked them to the side. Looking down into Linda's eager face, he bent over and took hold of her huge breasts one in each hand. Lifting the heavy globes outward, he pushed his cock into the deep valley between them.
Linda knew what the exciting stud wanted, and she was more than happy to please him. Replacing his hands with her own, she smothered the burning skin of his cock with the soft flesh of her tits. Rocking back and forth, she let his rod pump in and out of the deep crevice between her breasts.
Linda's boobs felt marvelous, and Stan was soon thrusting his prick out into the engulfing warmth of her tits. With each thrust, the young musician could feel his scum moving closer and closer to the tip of his prick.
But Stan had no intention of wasting a load of his boiling sperm on Linda's tits. There were a lot better places to let his cockhead explode, and Stan wanted to find them. Grabbing Linda by the shoulders, he pushed her away from him.
Linda was in love with his cock. Her hands still wrapped around the thick, pulsing shaft, she struggled to get the raging tool into her mouth. The stewardess craved the taste of her new friend's dick. She needed to feel it forcing its way down her throat, bursting its boiling load down towards her waiting stomach.
Stan let the eager woman suck on his prick for a little while. He couldn't deny how wonderful her lips and tongue and teeth felt as they thrilled the searing flesh of his hot cock. The sounds of her sucking filled his ears as she worked her face up and down the thick shaft of ready meat.
But Stan was getting impatient for the taste and feel of Linda's body. This time, he was even rougher when he shoved Linda from his cock. She fell over backwards, the folds of her open, leather jacket flopping over onto the bare wooden floor.
Linda was thrilled by the obvious strength in the athletically bodied young man. She lay on the floor exactly where she had been thrown, waiting for him to move her the way he wanted. The beautiful stewardess had only one desire. She felt the need to please her man.
Stan slowly stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt as he looked down to the prone figure of the stunning woman. She had one of the grooviest bodies that he had seen in a long time. Fucking the shit out of her would be really wild, he thought.
Linda's eyes traveled up and down the strong figure of Stan's completely naked body. Her eyes devoured the hard bulges of his muscles as he displayed himself to her. The stewardess' gaze traveled from his broad shoulders down his flat chest and stomach and finally came to rest between his legs. His prick was so thrilling that she felt her throat go dry just looking at it.
"Get those fuckin' clothes off," Stan ordered curtly, his fisted hands resting against his hips. "I want a good look at that body of yours!"
Linda rushed to carry out the dominant man's orders. Her fingers flew to the hidden zippers on the sides of her boots, and she was soon tossing the expensive, suede footwear into one of the comers of the room.
Next, she undid the front clasp of her hot pants, and they soon joined the discarded boots. Her jacket came next. As she reached for the elastic waistband of her pantyhose, Stan stopped her. That was one garment he wanted to take off all by himself.
Kneeling beside her, Stan bent over and pressed his lips to the nylon-covered gash of Linda's cunt. His mouth trembled ever so slightly as he tasted the sweetness of her pussy's secretions. The tightly drawn nylon felt exciting to his lips as he wrapped them around the hardness of her throbbing clit.
Linda lifted her ass up off the floor and pushed it against Stan's hard-working mouth. She opened her legs just as wide as she could, allowing him complete freedom with her body. By that time, there wasn't anything Linda wouldn't do to please the handsome stud. Nothing in the entire world of twisted, perverted sex.
Bill tore at the front of Greta's tight-fitting sweater as she continued to assault his mouth. The two sisters were amazingly different as they enjoyed Bill's strong body. Fredricka was cool and controlled as she swallowed the thickness of his manhood. Greta, on the other hand, seemed possessed with insane lust as she covered his handsome face with her wet, hungry kisses.
Greta finally pulled her mouth from Bill's face as she felt his hands at the hem of her sweater. Smiling hotly, she lifted her arms up into the air so that it would be easier for him to pull the soft garment off. Bill appreciated her help, not to mention the incredibly large mounds of her tits as they bounced into view.
Bill didn't waste any time getting his mouth to the soft flesh of the Dutch woman's breasts. With her sister still working her cool mouth up and down the length of his prick, Bill pushed his face into the soft heat of Greta's boobs.
Her clawing fingers gripped the sides of Bill's head as she urged his mouth on to a harder sucking of her nipples. She was able to force almost half of her fleshy globe between his teeth, and was thrashing beneath the steaming heat of his mouth.
While Bill was busy with her sister's tits, Fredricka pulled her face off his hard tool. She knew that her own tits were great, but they just weren't as good as Greta's. That fact didn't bother her too much because she had something that her little sister didn't have. A really wild ass.
Fredricka knew her own best points, and her wonderfully rounded buttocks headed the list. They were full and firm and perfectly shaped, and few women had asses that could come even close to hers. Climbing up to her feet, she began undoing the clasp holding the waistband of her jeans closed. In another few moments, she had taken her pants off completely, and stood looking down at Bill and Greta, naked from the waist down.
Bill knew Fredricka had moved, but he was too busy to give a damn. Her mouth had felt wonderful, but Greta's tits were all that he could handle at the moment. With her miniskirt bunched up around her waist, Bill let his fingers slip into the sopping wet slit of her throbbing cunt.
Feeling the man's strong fingers at her pussy drove Greta mad with lust. She slammed her body up to meet his expertly massaging hand as she felt the juices dripping from her twat. Her entire body trembled beneath the wild touch of Bill's hand.
Fredricka was getting impatient for the attentions of the American. She was glad her sister was having such a good time, but she wanted in on some of the fun and games, too. Pulling her sweater up over her head, she moved closer to Bill and Greta.
Feeling the slender, lightly massaging fingers on his shoulder blades made Bill pull his face off Greta's fat tits for a moment. Looking behind his back, he was surprised and thrilled by the nakedness that filled his gaze.
Smiling broadly, Fredricka gently took Bill's face between her hands and carefully lifted it up to meet her lips. Carefully, she pressed her sweet mouth to his, letting her tongue drift into the moist heat behind his teeth.
Bill's hands rose to the tips of the hanging breasts rubbing against the front of his chest. Greta had undone the buttons holding his shirt closed, and the hardened nipples of Fredricka's tits seared his hairy flesh like a branding iron.
Her kiss was as different from her sister's as it could possibly be. Where Greta had been a raging beast, Fredricka was softly gentle. Where Greta demanded, Fredricka urged. Where Greta's kiss burned with steaming heat, Fredricka's lips were coolly soothing.
As they kissed, Fredricka's fingers gently massaged the back of Bill's neck. She played with the ends of his long strands of hair as her tongue licked the saliva from his mouth.
But Greta didn't like her man being taken from her. She needed the feel of his strong, hard body to bring satisfaction to the burning needs within her quivering belly. She needed to feel his thick cock slamming in and out of her cunt, while his teeth tortured the hard nubs of her throbbing nipples.
Wrapping her fingers into Bill's hair, Greta pulled him out of the graceful arms of her sister. Pulling him to her, she tried to position his hot shaft to the opening of her cunt. But Bill was angry. He was enjoying the sweetness of Fredricka's mouth, and wanted more of her lips to taste.
Fredricka smiled triumphantly as she watched Bill push Greta away, and return to the coolness of her arms. She kissed the handsome stud extra nicely, thanking him for the delightful compliment he had just paid her.
Greta knew better than to try and grab hold of Bill's prick again. Instead, she just lay where she had been tossed, feeling the agony of her churning body. The fires of lust burned, engulfing her mind and soul in the inferno of hell.
Pulling herself from the arms of Bill, Fredricka slowly lay down on the pillow-covered floor, her beautiful ass facing her man's hungry eyes. Looking over her shoulder, she thrilled to the obvious desire in the copilot's face.
This was the first time Bill had seen Fredricka's perfectly formed ass. The rounded globes of her buttocks made his cock swell to even greater strength as his gaze slipped into the darkness of her ass crack.
Still smiling into the strong stud's face, Fredricka reached behind her back and took hold of the mounds of her ass cheeks, one in each hand. Gently, she pried them apart, displaying the hidden, puckered entranceway into her thrilling anus. While Bill watched closely, she let the tip of one of her fingers push its way into the tight ring of her asshole. She knew how hot her actions were making Bill, and the knowledge increased her own lusts.
Watching Fredricka's obscene play, Bill tore the remainder of his clothing off, and tossed it to the side. He was then just as naked as the woman before him, and just as eager to fuck. Climbing down to his knees, he positioned himself to the tight ring of Fredricka's asshole. He thrilled to the feel of the puckered hole kissing the tip of his raging prickhead.
Fredricka relaxed herself as best she could. Bill's cock was thick and long, and she knew it would be difficult to take into her anus. With her eyes tightly shut and her hands holding her ass cheeks open as far as they would go, she slammed her body up to meet the ready shaft of Bill's cock.
Bill caught his breath as the steaming chamber of Fredricka's ass swallowed his cock up. The incredible heat of her body made the tremors of lust crash through his hungry body.
Fredricka fought back the urge to tear herself from beneath the painful assault of Bill's delving prick. She held back the urge to scream as the head of his cock drove deeper and deeper. Tears of pain overflowed her eyes as she thrust her ass up to meet each new push of Bill's prick.
Greta couldn't just sit by any longer. Her cunt throbbed painfully, and she needed someone to take care of the ever building passions within her panting body. With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, she crawled to her knees and edged closer to her sister's agonizingly twisted face.
Fredricka opened her tear-filled eyes as she felt her sister's fingers wrapping themselves in her hair. With a neck snapping tug, Greta pulled her sister's face up to meet her sopping wet cunt, held only inches from her mouth.
"Eat my cunt, you bitch," Greta ordered her as she pulled back on Fredricka's long hair.
Bill was turned oh by the sight of Fredricka's mouth reaching up to suck the flowing juices from Greta's pussy. As he listened to the slurping sound of the beautiful woman's mouth working between her sister's legs, he forced his still-swelling cock into her asshole even harder.
Fredricka felt Bill's body responding to the sight of her face drinking the juices from Greta's cunt at about the same time that she began to feel her pains fading. As Bill's prick slammed away at the sensitive flesh lining her anus, she began to feel her marvelous orgasm building somewhere deep in her tortured soul.
The feel of her sister's well-trained mouth on Greta's cunt made the young beauty's laughter spill from her lips. It was a strange laughter, huskily warm and throaty. It was the laughter of relief. Relief that she wouldn't have to suffer the agonizing torture of her desires unsatisfied.
Fredricka wrapped her lips around Greta's throbbing clitoris, and gently began sucking the hardened nub of flesh into the churning heat and moisture of her greedy mouth. The rough side of her tongue lashed across Greta's clit, making the young woman tremble with building lusts.
Fredricka loved the taste of her beautiful sister's secretions. She loved the sweet, thick cream as it coated her tongue, teeth and lips. And as she drank from Greta's pussy, she drove her ass back against the blunt end of Bill's throbbing tool. She was really enjoying the brutal attack of his cock on her ass.
And suddenly, Bill's cock exploded with the force of a tidal wave. The steaming sperm burst from the tiny slit in the head of his prick. Each spurt of boiling scum drove Bill to higher and higher levels of lusting ecstasy.
Fredricka could feel every drop of his explosion as it splashed against the torn walls of her tortured asshole. And the overflowing gush of Bill's passions fanned the flames of her orgasm. And with his climax came hers. Thrown into the swirling world of uncontrollable lusts, she thrashed beneath the never ending assault of Bill's prick.
Greta held her sister's head against the trembling tension of her own pussy. While Fredricka sucked away at the very center of her lusts, tears of joy overflowed her eyes and left a moist stain down her high-boned cheek.
As Fredricka, Bill and Greta's spent passions and sweat mixed, Linda watched Stan's prick coming towards her mouth. He had sucked away at her nylon-covered cunt hole for a good fifteen minutes, until she could hardly stand another moment of the tortured pleasure. And now, the handsome musician wanted the favor returned.
With the exception of a good fucking, there was nothing that Linda would rather do than suck the guy's tremendously big prick. Her mouth watered for the taste of his sweat as the strong smell of his masculine crotch filled her nostrils and added to the growing heat inside of her body.
Lying on her back, she could feel the roughness of the bare, wooden floor digging into her almost naked ass cheeks. Stan was resting his entire weight on her tits as he grasped the length of his cock and pressed it towards Linda's drooling mouth. She could hardly breathe as her lips stretched into the shape of a wide circle. Holding her breath, she thrilled to the first feel of Stan's cock prying her jaws apart as far as they could possibly go.
Every muscle in the drummer's body tensed as his cockhead sank deeper and deeper into the steaming chamber of Linda's mouth. Stan could feel his scum-filled balls bouncing against her chin as he thrust his shaft in and out of her face.
But once again, the passion for Linda's body overcame the momentary joy of her blow job. Stan needed to feel the heat of her body caressing his cock as he pushed the woman's mouth off his prick.
Linda enjoyed the passion and lust in the young man's eyes as he knelt by her side and began rolling her almost black nylons down the smooth skin of her graceful thighs. The young woman held her legs up in the air as she pulled her feet out of the sheer material.
Grinning obscenely, she spread her legs just as far as she could, pulling the folds of her pink, dripping cunt hole open with the tips of her fingernails. She could feel her own secretions wetting her fingers as she displayed the hidden beauty of her body.
Stan still wanted to fuck the shit out of Linda's asshole, but the sight of her wonderful pussy made him forget his passion for anuses. Crawling on his knees, the rock drummer positioned the head of his swollen cock to the entrance of her cunt, enjoying the wetness of her quivering belly. His body stiffened as Linda wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him and his prick into the burning inferno of her quivering, hair-covered gash.
"Come on, baby," Linda urged, "show me how good that cock of yours can feel, you big-pricked stud!"
Stan didn't need any encouragement from the beautiful woman lying beneath him. Thrusting his hips forward, he drove his prick into the steaming chamber of her cunt hole. His balls thrilled to the feel of her hot ass crack as he began pistoning himself in and out of her sopping pussy.
Linda loved Stan's cock. She loved how nicely it filled her well-fucked twat, stretching the walls of her cunt to fit itself inside of her belly. The young woman lifted her ass off the floor as she lurched her body up to meet the continual thrust of his burning tool.
Tremors of lust cursed through Stan's muscular form as he felt his prick engulfed in the softness of the beautiful stewardess' wet twat. His ears filled with the contented moans slipping from her lips as she responded to the fulfilling force of his searing meat.
Stan's fingers reached out to sink themselves into the soft flesh of Linda's tits as he slammed his prick into her belly again and again. The sharp edges of his fingernails sought out the hardened nubs of her nipples, and he began twisting the darkened flesh brutally.
Pain filled Linda's chest as Stan tortured the tips of her boobs, yet she found the flames of lust burning even stronger within herself. She humped her body against his prick even harder as her legs tightened around the middle of his body.
Linda dug her heels into the strong, hard flesh of Stan's back as she drove him on to greater and greater heights of passion. The sweat dripped from her thighs as she held him in a vise-like grip.
A thick coating of Linda's secretions coated Stan's prick as it slammed back and forth in the heat of her body. Her cunt juices glistened in the dim light of the barren room as Linda felt the roughness of the wooden floor digging into the hard, smooth flesh of her naked ass.
When Stan's cock exploded deep within Linda's belly, the force of his orgasm drove his body down onto hers, almost crushing the stewardess into the floor.
Linda could feel Stan's load splashing off the velvet, inner walls of her steaming pussy. She could feel every single spurt of boiling scum as it burst from the tiny slit in the head of his prick. And she humped her body up to meet each thrust of his athletic frame, thrilling to the heat of his passions.
And Linda was with him all the way. As his cock quivered in excitement, her twat lips jerked madly, lustfully sucking every drop of precious fluid from Stan's balls. She could feel the soft spheres of sensitive, hair-covered flesh bouncing into the deepness of her ass crack as they fucked away at each other's body.
The rest of the night was a blur for Linda Everett. By the time she arrived back at her hotel room, the number of men and women who had used her body was too large to remember. Her cunt overflowed with the juices of all the young studs that had shot off in her belly, and she could still feel the sharp edged teeth of all the beautiful women who had sucked her off.
And as she tiredly undressed, her clothing soaked with the sweat of countless bodies, Linda could still taste the sweetness of a mouthful of scum and pussy juice. Leaving her leather hot pants outfit in a crumpled heap by the side of the bed, she pulled back the sheets of the hotel bed, and thrilled to the cool, clean feel of the spotlessly white material against her exhausted flesh.
Linda knew she needed a shower very badly, but she was just too beat to go to all the trouble. Within moments of lowering her head to the pillow, Linda was asleep, dreaming the wonderful dreams of a well-fucked woman. As she relived the long night's fun and games, the beautiful stewardess' lips curled up into a warm, happy smile.
Amsterdam was turning out to be even more marvelous than she had expected, and Linda couldn't wait to see the city by day.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda woke up at about eleven o'clock the following morning. Her tits, asshole and cunt ached from the terrific beating they had taken the night before, yet she couldn't have felt more wonderful. There was nothing like almost being fucked to death to make a girl feel really alive, Linda joked to herself as she pushed the smooth sheets from the heavy mounds of her fat tits.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Linda lifted herself from the soft mattress and stood up. Her feet enjoyed the deep pile carpet as she sauntered towards the bathroom. Her skin tingled to the cool Dutch air blowing in through the half-opened bedroom window. The air smelled refreshingly clean and sweet, and Linda felt terribly glad to be alive.
Stepping into the bathroom, she immediately turned on the steaming shower. The remains of her wonderful night of lust had dried against her skin, and a shower was a necessity. Linda loved the feel of steaming water cascading down her soft skin, bringing a light pink glow to the smooth surface of her flesh.
After a marvelous ten minutes under the hot spray, giving special attention to her dirty cunt and asshole, Linda finished with her shower. Lifting her dainty foot, she stepped over the rim of the tub and onto the cold tile floor. Wrapping her fingers around the soft, fluffy towel hanging behind the door, Linda began patting the beads of still warm water from her skin.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she brought the white terrycloth between her legs, to dry the sensitive flesh of her well-fucked cunt. Without even realizing what she was doing, Linda's fingers began sending thrills racing through her body.
Leaning her plump ass against the edge of the bathroom sink, she allowed her eyes to drift closed as she massaged the sensitive region of her cunt. The towel dropped to the floor as she began humping her crotch against the strength of her hands. She could feel the soft curls of her damp pubic hair tickling her palm as she worked herself into a lather of lust.
Linda's body trembled with the force of her orgasm. The climax that rumbled through her body wasn't as wild and exciting as some of the thrills she enjoyed the night before, but Linda always loved making love to herself. She caught her breath as her pussy lips clamped around the thickness of the two fingers she had stuffed into her cunt.
Linda felt the sharp edges of her fingernails scraping the velvet-textured skin of her steaming hole. With her entire body a mass of shivering flesh, she rammed a third finger up into her twat. The sound of her labored breathing filled the tiny room, echoing off the brightly tiled walls.
When the last throes of her lusts faded, Linda's eyes flashed open. Looking into the still slightly clouded mirror, she saw her lips curled up into a contented smile.
Resting enough time to catch her breath, Linda retrieved the damp towel from the floor, and quickly finished drying herself off. Throwing the terrycloth rectangle over her shoulder, she happily skipped back into the adjoining bedroom, humming sweetly as her steps left a wet trail of footsteps in the thick carpet.
"You've got some fuckin' body, sweetheart," Linda said out loud, laughing heartily as she began drying her hair.
In the mirror over her dresser, Linda stared at the hardened tips of her dark fleshed nipples. The sight of her own body made her full-lipped mouth water with renewed desire. As the hot air ruffled through her long hair, Linda's eyes caressed the reflection of her swollen tits in the polished glass.
Linda would have been perfectly happy to spend the rest of the day fingerfucking herself, but her time in Amsterdam was limited, and she wanted to see a little of the city. Placing her hair dryer back onto the top of her dresser, she sauntered over to her small suitcase, sitting atop a short table at the foot of her bed.
Glancing out the window, Linda was pleased to see the sun shining brilliantly through the glass. It was a beautiful day, and she was feeling marvelous. Pulling a cute dress from her bag, she quickly dressed, not bothering to put on a pair of panties or a bra. The garment was extremely short and made from a soft, wool knit. Her last flight had been to the French Riviera, and her long, graceful legs were beautifully tanned.
Slipping her dainty feet into a pair of white high heels, she hastily ran a comb through her long hair. Her dress was stark white, and the clinging material molded to her every curve like a second skin. As she moved to the door of her hotel room, she felt the soft material of the dress exciting the tips of her breasts. The outline of the hardened nubs were clearly visible, and Linda was more than pleased at how she looked.
After her hectic night of lusting pleasures, Linda was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon as a sightseer in Amsterdam for the very first time. First on her list of things to do was a ride down the Amstel Canal in a glass-roofed boat. Linda enjoyed acting like a silly tourist every once in a while.
The boat ride was just as pleasant as she knew it would be. The entire city of Amsterdam was like a picture postcard. Everywhere she looked, there were wonderfully old, quaint buildings. The city was laced with canals and the sweet smell of the water filled the air. Lovely parks were everywhere she looked, filled with old, sturdy trees and brightly colored flowers.
After the relaxing boat trip, Linda decided to visit the Dutch National Museum. She had heard a great deal about their extensive collection of Van Gogh's. That collection was one thing she had promised herself not to miss.
After she caught a cab, she was soon stepping out onto the curb in front of the museum. She was surprised to see what a modern building the museum was housed in. Linda had thought that the structure would be old and picturesque. Instead, it was a mass of tinted glass and shining steel.
Climbing the steps up to the entranceway, Linda happily swung her hips as she entered the museum. The cool air of the air-conditioned interior felt delightful against the drawn skin of her exquisitely featured face.
Walking through the gallery's spacious hallways, Linda's eyes filled with the many colors of the hanging paintings. She was thrilled by the majesty of the works of art that lined the starkly white walls.
Standing before one of Van Gogh's more famous pieces of work, Linda felt the warmth of a pair of eyes staring at her from behind. Curling her lips up into an inviting smile, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
Linda was surprised to see a stunningly beautiful woman staring at the swells of her rounded buttocks. The woman looked about forty years old, and was dressed in obviously expensive clothing. She was wearing a tailored pants suit that was cut to show off the contrast between her huge tits, tight waist and flaring hips.
At the first sight of the woman, Linda's cunt began to tingle with excitement. She let the smile on her lips broaden, and nearly trembled with desire as she watched her unknown admirer walk towards her.
"It's a beautiful painting, isn't it," the woman said, standing beside Linda and looking at the hanging canvas.
"Breathtaking," the stewardess answered, letting her eyes drift to the swells of the older woman's massive breasts.
Linda loved the sound of her accented English. There was something marvelously warm about her new friend's voice, and Linda's mind began filling with the most obscene thoughts imaginable.
As if they were old friends, Linda and the still unnamed lady walked slowly down the hallway, their thighs gently brushing against each other. And as they strolled among the many famous paintings, they chatted warmly.
Helena Van Holland noticed Linda the moment she entered the museum. The forty-year-old woman was impressed by the younger girl's thrilling body. She knew that Linda was an American even before she heard her voice. There was something about American women that Helena found irresistible. Especially when they looked as wildly erotic as Linda Everett.
After about an hour, Helena suggested that they relax over a cup of coffee at a nearby shop. Linda thought her idea was wonderful, and they were soon walking down a narrow, tree-lined street beside one of the city's many canals.
Linda was amazed at the way Helena moved. The older woman seemed to glide effortlessly, as if she were floating several inches above the sidewalk.
"Here we are," Helena said, guiding Linda down several steps into a darkened, cellar cafe.
It took a while for Linda's eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness of the semi large room. It was a great contrast to the brilliant sunlight of the afternoon.
"We call this the Cove," Helena said, placing her hand on the small of Linda's back and leading her towards one of the booths lining the far wall.
Linda felt strangely naughty as she allowed the older woman to take complete charge of the situation. But it was a nice feeling, as if she were a high school girl on her first date with a handsome stud.
It wasn't until she was seated that Linda realized that there were only women in the cafe. Even the bartender was a lovely, Dutch maid that looked hardly older than a teenager. And none of the patrons sat alone. Every occupied table had at least two women sitting very close to each other and speaking in hushed tones.
A candle in the center of the table shed a warm glow over both their faces as Linda clasped her hands together and rested them on the table top. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt Helena's soft fingers covering her own.
"I'm very pleased we met," Helena said, her voice excitingly deep and throaty as the words slipped from between her rich, full lips.
As her cunt trembled with anticipated lust, Linda felt the tip of Helena's foot caressing the smooth skin of her long leg. Her dainty foot was delightfully cool as it roamed up and down the younger girl's flesh, sending shivers of excitement racing through Linda's body.
Linda looked up to see a stunningly beautiful waitress standing ready to take their order. Helena spoke in Dutch as the sexily uniformed woman quickly jotted down the order onto a small check pad. When she turned to get the coffee, both Linda and Helena watched the gently swaying motion of the long-haired waitress' ass.
It didn't take Linda long to realize she was in a Lesbian coffee shop. A musky thickness hung in the air, and she had little trouble picking out the strong odor of pot and hash.
After the waitress left to fill their order, Linda toned her attentions back to the woman sitting across the table. Much to the younger woman's disappointment, Helena withdrew her foot and slipped it back into her shoe.
"I hope you're comfortable here," Helena said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her purse.
As Linda nodded her approval to the place, she took a cigarette that the woman had offered her. She was pleased at the expensive English brand that she was smoking. Reaching out, she took hold of the filter tip with her slender fingers, and smiled as she brought it to her lips.
Helena quickly lit Linda's cigarette with an obviously expensive gold lighter, while the younger woman steadied her hand with the lightest possible touch of her manicured fingertips.
Drawing deeply on the white tip of the thin cylinder, Linda relaxed into the soft leather of the booth's seat, and stared into the deep blue eyes of her hostess.
Helena returned her stare with a warm, inviting smile. Her fingers were still resting on the stewardess' hand, enjoying the cool smoothness of her pink skin.
Neither women said a word. Speaking just wasn't necessary. As they gazed into each other's eyes, all the truths in the world were told. Words, at that point, would have just gotten in the way of their communication.
The sexy waitress returned to the table carrying a small tray. Two steaming cups of coffee rested on the tray, along with a wide assortment of delicious looking pastries. Linda's mouth watered as she looked at the rich cakes.
The waitress served the coffee, and held the tray of pastry out towards Linda. After a few moments though, the young woman finally chose a cream-filled tart. As she lifted it from the rest of the cake, she was surprised to see how light and fluffy it was.
Helena chose the desert she wanted, and dismissed the lovely waitress. Once again, both women stared at the delightful bounce of the girls plump ass cheeks as she faded off into the shadows of the Cafe Cove.
For the first time since they were seated, Helena pulled her hands from Linda's. She lifted the cup of steaming coffee to her lips. Sipping softly, she enjoyed the rich, hearty taste of the strong brown liquid as it flowed into her waiting stomach.
Linda could not have been more entranced by the beauty of the woman who she was sitting across from, the woman who she had met only a few hours before. As the younger woman watched her host having her coffee, she thrilled to the sight of her moist lips, shining in dimly flickering candlelight.
With more than a little difficulty, Linda was able to control herself. As she sipped from her own cup, she imagined herself throwing the older woman to the floor and sitting on her face. Just looking at Helena, Linda could see that she was an excellent cunt sucker. In her travels, she had found that most European women were great at sucking the cunt.
The pastry was just as light and delicious as it looked. Mouthfuls of the delightful treat melted in her mouth as she imagined having that stunning creature all to herself.
Helena smiled warmly, knowing just what the lovely American girl was thinking. And she was pleased that her mind was on the very same topic. The forty-year-old woman was letting her mind fill with the images of a naked Linda Everett squirming beneath the assault of her well-trained mouth and lips and tongue.
"Do you come here often?" Linda asked, glancing around the spacious room a second time.
"I guess you could say I do," Helena replied, laughing softly as her accented words spilled from her full lips. "I own the Cafe Cove."
After that sudden shock wore off, Linda realized how much sense it all made. Helena was obviously wealthy, judging by the clothing she wore. And everyone in the cafe seemed to know her when they walked in.
"I'm impressed," Linda told her guest, as she looked around at all the beautiful waitresses Helena had surely eaten.
"I keep a small, but comfortable apartment above the cafe, which I use whenever I feel like staying in the city. It's just overhead," she continued, glancing up. "Perhaps you would like to join me for a relaxing dinner?"
There was nothing Linda would rather do. Eagerly, she shook her head yes, and followed Helena as she slipped from the comfortable booth. Several beautiful women patrons nodded to the owner of the Cafe Cove as she walked past them. And there were more than a few pairs of approving eyes taking in the loveliness of Linda's curvaceous form as she wiggled her ass.
Helena pushed her way through a door behind the bar, knowing Linda's eyes were trained on the swollen sexiness of her buttocks. On the other side of the door was a rather steep flight of stairs, and Helena led the way to the second floor.
Helena's description of her apartment was an understatement, to say the very least. Linda's eyes were flooded by the expensive beauty of the large apartment's furnishings.
It was a wonderful mixture of the very latest in modem decor and antiques. A hundred-year-old carved wood couch sat on a long shag, pure white carpet with a chrome coffee table before it. Metal-framed prints and paintings hung against the egg shell-colored walls and wrought iron standing candle holders stood in two of the corners. Modem lamps stood by old chairs as the old was mixed with the new in excellent taste.
Helena wrapped her fingers around Linda's arm and led her into the beautifully appointed room. Her fingers trembled slightly as she felt the firm, warm flesh of her guest's arm.
The sofa was marvelously comfortable as Linda sank into it's lush pillows. And as she sat, the stewardess could feel her skirt riding up around her waist, expos mg the naked beauty of her cunt, but she made no move to rearrange the garment. She wanted Helena to get a good look at her steaming pussy.
In her own apartment, Helena Van Holland felt comfortable. She had started the day off looking for some excitement, and was thrilled with what she found. "Would you like a drink?" she asked, crossing the room to a well-stocked bar.
"Scotch and soda would be just fine," Linda answered, not taking her eyes from the rounded mounds of Helena's ass cheeks.
As she sat on the sofa, Linda watched her preparing their drinks. She listened to the sound of ice tinkling in the two, tall glasses, and the splash of the booze and soda. And as the sights and sounds of the stunning woman filled her senses, she felt her cunt quivering in anticipated excitement. The cool air of the apartment caressed her exposed pussy as she watched Helena moving back towards her, holding two glasses.
"Here you are," Helena said, passing Linda's drink to her as she lowered her spectacular body down to the sofa beside her.
"Hmmm...." Linda breathed, taking a sip out of the cold glass. "This is just what I needed."
Helena watched the rise and fall of Linda's huge breasts as she swallowed the strong liquid. The older woman felt her lips trembling for a taste of the hard nipples she could see so clearly outlined in the soft knitted wool of her dress.
Linda saw her eyes drift down to the warmth between her long legs. She was pleased at the obvious heat rising in Helena's gaze as she pushed her cunt forward slightly. The movement made her dress rise even higher, showing off that much more of her thrilling body.
Helena didn't miss the young woman's subtle motions. The sight of Linda's softly curled pubic hair made her hungry for the taste of fresh, sweet cunt cream. She watched her beautiful guest carefully, peeking over the rim of her glass as she quickly swallowed the amber liquid.
Cold moisture had formed on the outside of Linda's glass as she drank. While Helena looked on, she rubbed the wet glass against the material covering her hardened nipple. The vaporized water left a dark stain in the dress, emphasizing the swollen readiness of her nipples that much more.
Helena couldn't resist any longer. Reaching out, she pressed her fingers to the tip of Linda's massive right breast. She could feel Linda shivering beneath her gentle touch, and it made her feel wonderfully dominant.
"You have magnificent breasts, darling," Helena said, rolling the nub of hardened flesh between her sharp fingernails.
"Thank you, dear," Linda replied, pressing her tits against Helena's hand that much more.
Helena had the touch of a woman who had played with many tits in her time. She seemed to know just how hard to squeeze and pull the sensitive skin to give Linda the optimum of pleasure without hurting her.
Linda felt like dropping to her knees and ramming her head between the stunningly bodied woman's legs. She felt like grabbing her clit with her teeth and sucking the shit out of it. But instead, the stewardess didn't move. She could see how much fun Helena was having seducing her, and she didn't want to ruin her hostess' enjoyment.
Helena slowly turned to a small end table and lowered her drink to its top. Then, she returned her attentions to the wonderful creature sitting next to her. Wrapping an arm around Linda's neck, she cuddled her full figure against the younger woman's while her fingertips toyed with the hair on the back of Linda's head. She was amazed at how soft and supple it felt falling through her slender fingers.
Linda thrilled to the feel of the older woman's tits pressing into the side of her body. She could feel the burning heat of Helena's erect nipples searing the flesh on her arm through the thickness of their clothing.
Helena leaned over and pressed her lips to the side of Linda's face. Her nostril's filled with the erotic scents of the woman's perfume as she kissed the side of Linda's face.
With her lips touching Linda's skin as softly as possible, Helena began covering the girl's face with tiny kisses. Her lips roamed over Linda's chin and cheeks, her ears and eyes and nose and brow. Finally, Helena's lips came to rest on Linda's, as she wrapped her arms around her beautiful hostess' body.
Helena pushed her tongue through Linda's teeth as she thrilled to the taste of the girl's sweet saliva. She hungrily licked inside her mouth, savoring the delicious flavor of her hot chamber.
Linda drew Helena against her as hard as she could. She wanted to crush the woman in the grip of her strong arms, hold her hot body against her own forever. Helena's kiss was like no other she had ever enjoyed. It was burning hot, engulfing her in the stifling passions of their perverted lusts.
As Helena explored Linda's mouth with the sharp tip of her long, snake-like tongue, she let her hand drop down to the damp heat between the girl's legs. With her dress hiked up all the way, Helena's fingertips found the sopping wet slit of her pussy immediately, and in moments, she was pushing a manicured finger into the tightness of the velvet-lined chamber.
Linda thought she was going to faint with joy as she felt Helena's hand working at her cunt. She could feel the sharpness of the woman's fingernail scraping against the walls of her twat, and it sent shivers racing through her hungry body. As they continued kissing, Linda thrust her crotch against the delving excitement of her beautiful hostess' fingers.
The hand Helena kept rested on Linda's shoulder dropped to the swollen mounds of Linda's breasts. While one set of fingers rammed in and out of her dripping cunt, her other fingers dug into the incredibly firm flesh of Linda's boobs.
The flames of passion burning deep within Linda's body erupted, turning the lovely girl into a raging beast, looking for only one thing. The only thought filling her mind was the desire to fuck the woman whose mouth was assaulting her own. She wanted to feel more than just the delving touch of Helena's fingers in her pussy. She wanted to feel the heat of her tits, taste the sweet bitterness of her tightly ringed asshole.
Linda came alive. Her hands turned into claws as she tore at the row of buttons on the front of Helena's tailored jacket. As more and more of the older woman's flesh came into view, Linda's eyes widened. All the while, Helena's fingers kept pumping in and out of her horny cunt, filling the room with the wet, slurping sounds of her thrilled pussy.
The sight of Helena's magnificent, naked tits brought the flames of lust to even greater heights. With insane excitement, she pushed her face into the warmth of the twin globes, her wildly drooling mouth filling with the tasty heat of Helena's breasts.
Linda's glass toppled from her fingers, spilling out onto the obviously expensive rug, but neither gave a damn. The only thing on their minds were each others exciting bodies.
Linda needed the thrilling wetness of her hostess' cunt. She needed to drink the hot fluids from her boiling body. Pulling her face off of Helena's fat tits, she directed her fingers to the waistband of her pants. With the speed of lightning, she was soon lowering the front zipper, and pushing the tight-fitting slacks down the smooth flesh of Helena's thighs.
As Linda dropped to the floor before her, Helena's fingers slipped from the steaming hole of her cunt. The older woman lifted her ass off the sofa so Linda would have an easier time getting her pants off.
With her slacks bunched around her ankles, Linda attended to Helena's expensive shoes. With trembling fingers, she pulled her hostess' dainty feet from the footwear, and lifted it to her quivering lips. Looking up into Helena's face, she warmly kissed the older woman's sexy foot.
Helena brought the hand covered with Linda's cunt juice to her mouth and, with her long tongue, began licking the young woman's pussy cream. Watching and feeling her feet being worshiped, Helena sank back into the soft, comfortable cushions of the sofa with the taste of her adoring guest's cunt tingling on her lips and tongue.
When Linda was finished with the older woman's feet, she finished removing Helena's slacks. Her own dress was bunched up around her waist, and with each move she showed her admiring hostess little glimpses of her rounded ass cheeks.
Tossing the pants to the side, Linda began covering Helena's legs with hot, wet kisses, leaving a trail of moisture from the arch of her foot, along her calves and knees, to the hardness of the older woman's inner thighs. As her face neared the steaming readiness of Helena's cunt, Linda felt the dampness of the booze she had spilt. But the young woman couldn't have cared less, not with a beautiful twat so near.
Beneath her slacks, Helena wore the smallest, sheerest pair of black nylon bikini panties imaginable. The garment was so thin Linda could see every hair covering her sopping wet pussy slit. She could see the pinkness of the older woman's sensitive twat lips just waiting for the attentions of her hungry mouth.
Helena wanted to feel Linda's mouth drinking at the fountain of her lusts, but she needed to feel as though she were in control of the situation. Dominating her lovers was the most important thing in Helena's mind as she stood up from the low slung couch.
Linda didn't want Helena to stand up. She didn't want the woman to move at all. She was hungry for cunt, and when Helena stood up, Linda dug her fingers into the firm flesh of the older woman's thighs. Digging her nails into the yielding flesh, she shoved her face into the wet crotch, her quivering lips sucking at the nylon-covered of Helena's deep furrow.
But Helena had other things in mind. Towering over the other woman, wearing only her panties and her open jacket, she reached down and wrapped her long fingers into the softness of Linda's hair. With a brutal tug, she yanked back on the lengthy strands, snapping the stewardess' head from between her legs.
Linda looked up into the older woman's face with sudden shock and disappointment in her eyes. She found Helena smiling down at her, as if nothing had happened. In a soft, throaty voice, the older woman spoke, her words gently spilling from her lips.
"It might be more comfortable in the bedroom, darling," Helena said, sauntering around the still kneeling figure of the exciting stewardess.
Linda was speechless. Her body craved the warmth of Helena's body as she watched the rise and fall of her rounded ass cheeks moving through the doorway into what she imagined was the bedroom. Climbing to her feet, Linda followed the lead of her hostess.
Linda was shocked at what she saw in the bedroom. There were no windows, and all the light bulbs were red. Every inch of the floor, walls and ceiling was covered with brightly gleaming mirrors. In the center of the room was a huge bed, covered with red silk, and in the center of the bed was Helena Van Holland.
Helena smiled at the intensity in Linda's eyes. She was well aware of what a shock her room was to most people. When she stepped into the bedroom only moments before, she had quickly stripped off her jacket, and was now lying on the red silk dressed only in her sheer black bikini panties.
Linda stood in the doorway, staring between the spread legs of her hostess. She could see the round, damp spot Helena's cunt had made in the thin nylon. Linda's eyes were blinded by the multitude of reflections bombarding her from every direction.
"Wouldn't you like to sit next to me?" Helena asked, patting the bed beside her.
Linda didn't wait to be asked a second time. Moving as if in a hypnotic daze, her eyes focused on the wetness of the woman's delicious twat. Her mouth watered as she remembered how sweet Helena's cunt tasted.
As Linda moved closer to the bed, Helena let her long legs drift open even further. Dropping her hands into her crotch, she began massaging herself, looking at the still covered mounds of Linda's breasts.
"Why don't you take that dress off?" Helena asked, as the younger woman began to climb onto the huge bed.
Linda stepped back, her high heels clicking loudly against the polished, mirrored glass on the floor. Glancing downward, she could see up her own dress, to the sopping wet mound of her ready cunt. But as much as she liked looking at herself, the beautiful woman on the bed demanded more of her attention.
Helena continued playing with her twat as Linda grabbed hold of the hem of her dress and quickly pulled it up over her tits. With the soft wool knit around her neck, she slipped her arms out of the garment. Her lips curled into a smile as she saw Helena slipping her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. The stewardess knew it was the sight of her swollen tits that had really turned the wealthy woman on, and she loved the feeling of power her magnificent body gave her.
Helena's gaze moved from the hardness of Linda's nipples to her sopping cunt and back again as she took in the full beauty of the young woman exposing herself at the foot of the bed.
With a quick motion, Linda pulled the garment over her head and tossed it to the side. Placing her fisted hands on her naked hips, she stood with her legs spread apart, letting Helena's eyes warm the folds of her cunt. With a toss of her head, she let her long hair fall gracefully around her shoulders.
Helena knew how beautiful her own tits were, but she also knew they were no match for the American's. Just looking at Linda's breasts made her fingers dig deeper into her own cunt. And the older woman loved the way her new friend was displaying all her charms.
Glancing around her, Linda was thrilled at the sight of her own naked reflection bouncing off every inch of the mirrored room. She could see the deep crack of her own ass and the sweetness of her fat tits multiplied a thousand times.
"Come take my panties off, darling," Helena told her guest, while her eyes continued to scan over the younger woman's skin.
Wearing only her high heels, Linda moved back to the side of the bed. But this time she didn't climb back onto the red silk sheets. Instead, she stood at the side and bent over the prone figure of the exquisite Dutch woman. As she reached for Helena's panties, her heavy tits hung straight down like ripe fruit on the vine.
Helena enjoyed the trembling touch of the beautiful girl's fingers as she carefully began rolling down her panties. With the fat melons hanging only inches from her drooling mouth, Helena couldn't resist grabbing hold of one of the mounds. Cupping the heavy boob in both hands, the older woman pressed its darkened tip to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the hard nipple.
Linda was enthralled by the feel of Helena's hungry mouth feasting on the warm flesh of her body. She lifted her spectacular legs into the air so that the stewardess didn't have to move to take her panties off. Helena didn't want to have that huge hunk of tit meat taken from her mouth.
When Linda finished her task, she lifted the damp nylon to her face and happily sniffed the womanly smells of Helena's body. The musky aroma of the older woman's cunt made Linda almost swoon in lustful anticipation of the cunt sucking that would soon be hers.
Now, both women were completely naked, their beautiful bodies reproduced again and again in the polished glass that surrounded them. Smiling warmly, Helena opened her arms, inviting Linda to join her on the comfortable silk sheets.
Tossing the pair of black panties over onto the crumpled puddle her own dress made in the comer, Linda climbed into the waiting arms of her Dutch hostess.
Immediately, their lips found the wet warmth of each other's mouths for the second time. Their swollen tits crushed into each other as Linda's tongue pushed its way into Helena's mouth. She licked the inner walls of the older woman's steaming chamber, thrilling to the sweetness of her saliva once again.
But both women had more than just kissing on their minds. After a short time, Linda pulled her face from Helena's and rolled over onto her back. Her long fingers remained on the older woman's tits as she waited for her orders.
Helena was thrilled at the submissiveness her young guest was showing. Linda's fingers were gentle and loving as they roamed over the swollen mounds of flesh. She toyed with the throbbing tips of Helena's boobs for a long time, waiting to see what the beautiful woman wanted.
After enjoying Linda's loving touch, Helena decided to get down to some real fucking. Taking the young woman's hands into her own, she brought them to her lips and kissed them gently. Then, smiling as warmly as she knew how, Helena Van Holland rolled over onto her stomach, the rounded cheeks of her ass facing Linda's hot eyes.
The cool silk sheets felt marvelous against her tits as she reached behind her back to the rounded perfection of her buttocks. Knowing where Linda's eyes were focused, Helena grabbed hold of the mounds of flesh, one in each hand. Twisting her head around so she could look into the young woman's eyes, Helena pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing the hidden entranceway of her asshole.
Linda was really thrilled as she looked into the deep crevice. Her eyes dug into the tightly ringed hole as Helena let her fingers slip into the deep crack. While Linda's eyes widened with new lusts, the older woman pressed the tip of one of her fingers against the pink, puckered hole.
Helena's anus was dry, and pushing her finger into the hidden chamber was slightly painful. But the experienced Lesbian knew the effect of her actions, and it was well worth a bit of discomfort. Bracing herself, she plunged the entire length of her finger into her anus, trying as best she could to ignore the ripping pain in her bottom.
Linda was fascinated. She had seen many women playing with their assholes before, but never one who was as stunningly beautiful and as obviously wealthy as Helena.
Helena thrilled to the feel of the younger woman's fingers on her buttocks. She had judged Linda well. Seeing her playing with her own anus had really fired her up, and she couldn't keep her hands off her hostess' lush body.
"Kiss me, darling," Helena said, her voice hardly more than a deep pitched whisper.
That was the order Linda had been waiting for. Even though she knew that with a body as wild as her own she didn't have to take any orders from anyone, the young woman still enjoyed being submissive. It was fun being told what to do by a woman as spectacularly sexy as Helena Van Holland.
Pulling Helena's ass cheeks apart gently, Linda squirmed down on the bed and pressed her lips to the firm flesh of the older woman's buttocks. She showered the smooth skin with kisses, slowly working her mouth closer and closer to the deep crevice between the twin spheres of hard flesh.
Helena brought her fingers around to the front of her body as she let her eyes drift closed. Linda's lips felt marvelous as they nibbled at the hot skin of her ass. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and pressed against the steaming hole of Helena's anus. Pressing forward, the thin finger of soft, wet flesh forced its way into the tightly ringed entrance.
Linda could taste the bitter sweetness of Helena's asshole filling her mouth. The flavor sent chills racing through her blood as she obediently sucked at the hidden hole.
Linda's tongue wormed its way into the steaming chamber as Helena's finger began to excite her own cunt. As she felt the young girl's mouth working away, she plunged her hand into the velvet-lined chamber of her well-fucked twat.
Between the touch of her own hand, and Linda's mouth sucking at her ass, Helena was soon filled with the swirling excitement of her orgasm. Ramming her buttocks back against the young woman's hard-working face, she increased the force of her all-consuming climax.
When the last of her orgasm passed from her sweating body, Helena attended to the desires of her guest, just like a good hostess should. And she attended to Linda's desires for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda didn't get back to her hotel room until the next morning. She was exhausted, but happier than she had been in quite a while. Before leaving Helena's apartment, she promised to join her and some of her friends at a party in the wealthy woman's country home the following night. The stewardess really looked forward to that party, even though it meant it would be her last day in Amsterdam.
Linda had fallen for the city like a ton of bricks. No other town had ever made her feel as wonderfully alive. Everywhere she turned, there was something to see or do, and someone to be with while seeing or doing it. Linda knew it wouldn't be very long before she returned to the city of the Amstel River.
Back at the hotel, she found a note waiting for her at the desk. It was an invitation for dinner that night, and signed by Jane and Phil Hanova. Just reading their names conjured up obscene pictures in Linda's mind, and made her cunt tremble. The young woman was glad she had told Jane the name of her hotel. She hadn't really expected to hear from them, but couldn't have been more pleased that she did.
Stuffing the note into her pocket, she wiggled her ass to her room. In only a few moments, Linda had stripped off her dress and was fast asleep, dreaming of the beauty of Jane Hanova's thrilling cunt.
Linda slept away the entire morning and afternoon, and by the time she rose from bed, the bright sunlight was already beginning to fade. Stretching languidly, she sauntered towards the doorway leading to the tiled bathroom.
The note she had gotten that morning said they would call her at about six o'clock to set up the final arrangements for their evening together. Linda was getting excited over the prospect of having Jane and her husband. As she recalled them on the plane, she was sure he had a very fuckable cock, and that was exactly what she wanted.
At about a quarter to six, Linda's phone rang. As she expected, coming from the earpiece of the phone was the sweetly soft voice of Jane Hanova.
"Hello, darling," Jane said, her voice sounding gay and light. "How are you finding your first visit to Amsterdam?"
The two women chatted over the phone for a while and then set the time they would all meet for dinner. Jane suggested that she and her husband meet Linda in the hotel lobby at about seven o'clock.
After hanging up, Linda was once again faced with the difficult choice of what to wear that night. The only outfit that wasn't soiled with the sweat of her lusts was an excitingly tailored pants suit made out of richly blue velvet.
Thinking about later in the evening, Linda slipped into a pair of her bikini-topped pantyhose. Just the feel of the tightly drawn nylon caressing her smooth skin was enough to start the juices boiling deep within her belly.
Of course a bra would be silly, Linda thought, as she slipped the tight-fitting jacket up over her head. She thrilled to the feel of the soft material rubbing against the hardening nubs of her erect nipples.
Pulling her hip-hugging pants on over her nylons gave her a little thrill, the material digging into the sensitive warmth of her cunt. A pair of expensive, Italian-made shoes completed Linda's very stylish outfit. A quick brushing of her long, blonde hair was all that was necessary to ready her for meeting the world.
It was still much too early to meet Phil and Jane, but Linda didn't want to just sit around in her room. There was a very nice bar in the lobby of the hotel, and she thought that a drink might be a nice way to start the evening off.
The name of the hotel's lounge was the "Fisherman's Net," and the decor of the pleasantly darkened room was relics of the sea. Over the entranceway hung an elaborately woven fishnet and there were brass ship fittings and pieces of canvas and rope everywhere she looked. Built into the walls were portholes, adding to the feeling of being on the sea.
There wasn't a pair of eyes in the entire bar that didn't follow the movements of Linda's thrilling body as she crossed the large room and climbed up onto one of the tall bar stools. Her rounded ass looked marvelous as she sat high atop the chair.
After ordering her traditional scotch and soda, Linda half turned to the large room and allowed her eyes to scan over the other patrons. The way she was sitting showed off the massive thrusts of her tits, and she knew it. There were a whole lot of men and women in that bar who were secretly wondering if the beautiful young woman's tits tasted as delicious as they looked.
Linda slipped her foot out of her shoe, and balanced it on the very tip of her toes. With her legs gracefully crossed, she played with the shoe, rocking it back and forth as she slowly sipped her drink. She was thrilled to see the eager gaze of everyone within eyesight watching her little game.
Finally, one of the handsome studs at the other end of the bar came up to her. Linda liked the rugged handsomeness in his strong-featured face. She could see the outline of his muscled body beneath the thin shirt he was wearing. She knew how thrilling it would be to press her naked tits against the hardness of his athletic build.
But there was no time for her to enjoy the pleasures of a quick fuck. She was looking forward to her evening with Phil and Jane, so she had to brush the good-looking stud off. He looked wonderfully disappointed, and it made Linda feel good to see him look so unhappy.
It was just about seven o'clock by that time, and Linda knew she should be moving out into the lobby. Leaving enough money on the bar to cover the cost of her drink and a generous tip, Linda hopped off of the bar stool and made her way to the exit. Sure that the hungry-eyed man was still watching her, she wiggled her ass extra nicely. She liked the idea of his prick getting nice and hard at just the sight of her curved figure.
The brightness of the lobby was a sharp contrast to the dimness of the bar, and it took Linda a moment to let her eyes adjust. Looking around the large room, she saw Jane and Phil sitting beside each other on one of the sofas.
As she walked across the lobby, Linda realized Jane was even more beautiful than she had remembered. The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting gown that reached all the way down to the floor. It was made out of a soft crepe, and clung to her naked body like a second skin. Sitting with her lovely legs crossed, Linda could see that the dress featured a slit up the side that reached over her ass, almost to her tight waist. Jane wasn't even wearing a pair of panties, and the sight of her exposed skin made Linda's cunt throb with desire and passionate lust.
"Hello, honey," Jane said, seeing Linda coming towards her. "How nice to see you again."
Linda took Jane's hand and enjoyed the coolness of her skin. Bending forward, she planted a tiny kiss on the dark-haired woman's cheek. The kiss was fleeting, yet Linda thrilled to the smoothness of Jane's drawn skin.
Bending over, Linda's tits hung heavily downward, and Phil felt his prick responding to the fullness of her breasts. His fingers ached for the feel of that delicious flesh. Jane had told him how wonderful Linda's body tasted, and he was excitedly looking forward to a taste of her flesh.
When Linda stood up straight again, she turned to him. Stepping into his arms, she wrapped herself around the man's neck, and pressed her mouth to his. From the comer of her eye she could see Jane looking on approvingly as she humped her body against the woman's fat-cocked husband.
If Linda was ever to get married, she hoped she would be as understanding as Jane Hanova. This was the first time the stewardess had tasted the man's mouth, and she was pleased at the strongly masculine taste of his saliva.
As Linda rubbed against Phil, she thrilled to the feel of his cock hardening within the restraining material of his pants. With its burning skin pressing against her crotch, Linda could feel just how big Phil's prick was, and the knowledge sent chills racing up and down Linda's spine.
Finally, Linda pulled herself out of Phil's arms. Her long tongue licked the excess saliva from her lips and mouth after their heated kiss. Holding her hand out to Jane, the dark-haired woman lifted herself to her feet, and joined the wild-assed stewardess and her husband.
With the warmth of Phil's body on one side of her, and Jane's on the other, Linda led the way out of the hotel lobby and into the darkening evening. She felt like a nice big dinner, and Jane knew just the restaurant. It was only a few blocks from the hotel.
Linda applauded Jane's choice of restaurants. The one they ate in had the most delicious roast beef the young American had ever had. It tasted like butter as it melted in her hot mouth. Over dinner, the three happy friends spoke of things that were of little importance; The subject of sex came up time and time again as their light conversation continued for a good hour and a half.
After dessert and coffee, Linda, Phil and Jane all decided it was time to get down to some adult fun and games. Talking about sex and all sorts of perverted things had turned them all on, and the two cunts and a cock were all throbbing away madly.
Jane insisted that Linda come back with them to their small apartment. The Hanova's had decided to stay in Amsterdam for a few months, and had rented an efficiency apartment from a friend of theirs who was visiting in the United States. Linda was sure they could have a lot more fun in an apartment than in a single hotel room.
In a few moments, Linda, Jane and Phil were all in the back of a cab, speeding towards the address Jane's husband had given the driver. As their bodies pressed hotly together, Linda stared out the window, enjoying the sight of the moon reflected from the shiny wet surface of the Amstel River.
Soon, the cab pulled up in front of an old, four-story canal house. Phil paid the driver, and they all climbed out of the car. Jane led the way up the steps to the front door. She pulled a key from her purse and unlocked the heavy oak door.
"Our apartment is on the second floor," she said, making for the staircase. "This is such a great place to live," she continued, smiling over her shoulder as she watched Linda's eyes trained on the rounded mounds of her buttocks. "The couple that live on the floor above us aren't in the city for the summer, and below us is a whorehouse."
Jane laughed throatily as she wiggled her ass in front of Linda's eyes. She had not forgotten the feel of the stewardess's mouth on her cunt, and she was doing her damnedest to heat up Linda's pussy.
On the second floor, Mrs. Hanova unlocked the only door, and stepped into her apartment. Linda came next and then, with his eyes glued to the stewardess' hot-assed body, Phil Hanova.
"Make yourself comfortable, darling," Jane told Linda. "Phil will get us some drinks."
Upon entering her apartment, Jane had taken complete control, showing a dominant side to her personality that Linda had not seen before. The young blonde was just as surprised to see Phil hopping around like a servant to Jane's commands. Right at that moment, Linda knew she had a funky night in store for her.
The warmly furnished living room featured a long, low-slung leather sofa that spread across the entire width of the fairly large room. Linda followed her beautiful hostess' lead and sat down on the couch.
Sitting beside the young stewardess, Jane thrilled to the feel of the cool leather caressing the naked skin on her legs. She was glad she had chosen the gown she was wearing. With the slit all the way up the side of the garment, she got many chances to show off her magnificent ass. And this was one of those opportunities.
"Fix us two scotch and sodas, Phil," Jane called out, her voice containing a brittle quality Linda found very appealing.
When she saw her husband following out her orders, Jane turned back to the stunning woman sitting beside her. When she looked at Linda's tits, she could clearly see the outline of the woman's hard nipples pressing against the front of her velvet jacket. The dark-haired woman's lips trembled for a taste of the thrilling flesh.
Jane squirmed around on her ass so that the toe of her high-heeled shoe pressed into the side of Linda's lower leg. As they looked into each other eyes, Mrs. Hanova let her foot rub up and down Linda's smooth skin. And as she moved her foot, Jane saw the heat rising in the beautiful young stewardess' eyes.
"That's a wonderful gown you're wearing, darling," Linda told her hostess, staring into the parted material of Jane's dress slit. "It's just so very sexy!"
With those last words, Linda reached out and began letting her fingers roam over the smooth, cool skin covering Jane's thigh. Her fingernails scraped against the firm flesh, sending chills racing up and down the dark-haired woman's figure.
By this time, Phil had returned, holding a tray out in front of him. Linda immediately realized he hadn't poured a drink for himself. When both women had taken their glasses, he returned the tray to the kitchen. Once out of the room, Jane began to speak again.
"Phil has a problem," his wife began. "His cock just won't stay hard when he's fucking some cunt."
Linda was shocked and very surprised when she heard what Jane was saying. Being impotent was the last thing in the world she figured Phil Hanova to be suffering from. Only moments before, she had felt his cock pressing into her crotch as they kissed. Linda was confused, but Jane straightened out the picture.
"When we're out in public, or anyplace where he knows it's impossible to fuck, everything works just fine. He gets as hard as a fuckin' flagpole. But once he's got me panting for a nice hard fucking, he just goes limp, like a wet dishrag."
Linda listened intently as Jane told her terrible story. The stewardess couldn't imagine anyone not getting turned on to the sight of Jane Hanova asking to be fucked. Just thinking those words were enough to make Linda's cunt throb with desire. After her initial shock, the sexy blonde began to think about how awful it must be for Jane to have a worthless stud hanging around.
"But there is one thing that really gets him ready for a nice ride," Jane continued. "And that's watching me and a sexy hunk of cunt like you going at each other. That gets his eight-inch monster as hard as fuckin' granite."
The last thing Jane Hanova said made Linda feel much better. She had her heart set on being fucked, and was glad that Phil would be up to the job.
"Let's see if he likes this," Linda said, pushing her face between the folds of Jane's dress and covering the stunning woman's firm thigh with a trail of wet kisses.
When Phil returned into the living room, he certainly was pleased with what he saw. Jane was staring up at him with a wanton smile curling the comers of her mouth obscenely. His wife's fingers were caressing the back of Linda's neck as the blonde woman's hair cascaded over the long, smoothness of Jane's legs.
While her husband watched, Jane uncrossed her legs and let them drift apart. The delightful scents of the dark-haired woman's body filled Linda's nostrils as the stewardess' eyes delved into the hairy patch covering the pink folds of her pussy.
Phil slowly moved towards the couch, his cock throbbing hotly as he watched his wife and the beautiful woman who was pushing her eager lips into the heat between Jane's legs. As if in an hypnotic trance, Phil Hanova lowered himself to the mg directly in front of the couch.
Jane triumphantly grinned at her obedient husband as her body responded to the feel of Linda's demanding lips seeking out the hardness of her erect clit.
While her husband looked on, Linda wrapped her mouth around the burning flesh of Jane's clitoris. She sucked on the tiny finger of lusting flesh, gently rolling the nub between the sharp edges of her brightly shining teeth.
An obscene shudder passed through Jane's body as she shoved her sopping wet cunt up to meet the hardworking lips of her beautiful guest's mouth. She could feel Linda's tongue pushing its way into the sensitive folds of flesh that protected the deep crevice of her cunt.
Linda slaved over Jane's pussy, eagerly drinking the steaming secretions of her lusts. For the second time, the stewardess felt her mouth full of the dark-haired beauty's creamy fluids.
A wild grin spread across Linda's face as she lifted her mouth from the steaming warmth of Jane's twat. Her lips were coated with the woman's pussy juices, and her long tongue was busily sucking up the excess.
When Jane stood up, she towered over the cringing figure of her husband. Her dress fell back into place, hiding the marvelous picture of her thrilling cunt from everyone's view. A triumphant grin stretched from ear to ear as she looked first at Phil, and then at the beautiful woman who had just enjoyed the delicious taste of her twat.
"Come here, sweetheart," Jane said, holding out her arms for Linda to take. "Give me a nice big kiss."
There was nothing Linda would rather do than kiss the beautiful woman standing before her. Jumping to her feet, the young stewardess happily threw her arms around Jane's neck and cuddled her tits into the dark-haired woman's chest.
Still sitting on the floor, Phil watched his wife and the other woman wrapped in each other's arms. Trembling, he lifted himself onto his knees and crawled over to the women. His hands reached out, and gently began to roam over the rounded mounds of Linda's sweet ass.
The stewardess thrilled to the feel of his fingers digging into the hard flesh of her buttocks. Her own hands were crawling to the twin swells of Jane's bottom as she let the woman force her tongue into the steaming chamber of her mouth.
Phil's fingers began working harder and harder at the firmness of the stewardess' body. His fingers worked over her thighs and hips, finally slipping between their two bodies. He found the clasp on the front of Linda's pants and slowly pulled down the zipper.
Linda felt her pants being pulled down her long legs as she thrilled to the warmth of the other woman's body. She felt the sharpness of Phil's manicured nails scraping across the thin black nylon of her pantyhose as he lowered her slacks. Stepping back from Jane's arms, Linda let the garment fall to a soft puddle around her ankles, then stepped from them.
Phil's cock throbbed as he looked into the thinly veiled crack of the woman's ass. Her pantyhose left little hidden from his view. After tossing her empty pants into the comer, his finger attacked the sheer nylon of her stockings.
"This is the first time I'm really getting a good look at your thrilling body," Jane said, stepping back to admire the beautiful woman being stripped by her husband.
"I'm glad you like me," Linda replied, standing with her legs apart and her fisted hands on her hips.
Jane turned and walked over to the phonograph mounted in a bookcase against one of the walls. Flipping through some of the albums, Mrs. Hanova selected a record by a really exciting British rock group. In another moment, the room was filled with the wild sounds of pounding rock music.
When Jane turned back to her husband and her beautiful guest, her hips were swaying in time to the music. She had a dreamy look on her face. In her fingers was a crudely rolled cigarette, and she was sucking drugged smoke into her lungs. With each pull, her breasts rose, pushing the hardened tips of her naked tits against the clinging material of her floor-length gown.
Linda knew she was going to have one hell of a time that night. As Phil removed her stockings, leaving her completely naked, Linda turned and lowered herself to the leather couch. Jane's husband remained on the floor by the stewardess' feet. Grinning up to his wife, Linda lifted her foot and pushed it to Phil's lips. Like an obedient slave, he took the foot in his quivering hands and pressed his lips to her toes.
Linda felt like a queen with a docile slave at her feet and a lovely slave-girl dancing for her pleasure. Jane's body was now wriggling in the throes of the loud music pouring from the pair of matched speakers also built into the bookcase.
Jane's body thrust forward in time to the music. Her tits heaved against the tightness of her dress as they bounced insanely. Mrs. Hanova's hair flew around her face like a black, swirling storm, whipping across the exquisite features of her face.
Linda watched intently as Jane floated towards the couch. The woman held out the burning joint, and when the stewardess took it, she pulled back quickly. Jane knew how to heat her guest up, and she was trying hard.
Linda reached for the softness of Jane's body, but the dark haired woman pulled out of her reach too quickly. Moving back into the center of the room, she reached behind her back to a zipper running up the length of the dress. As she squirmed, her tits strained the front of the garment. With a quick twist of her figure, Jane's fat tits finally overflowed their prison, and bounced into view.
With the woman's husband massaging the smooth, cool skin on her legs, Linda let her eyes devour the huge mounds of Jane's ripe tits. Leaning back into the soft leather pillow on the back of the couch, the stewardess pulled great lungfuls of pot smoke into her chest, and relaxed as the potent cigarette did its job.
One of the things Linda liked most about grass was how wonderful it made music sound. The rhythms seemed to fill her body, pounding at the sensitive flesh between her legs.
With her massive breast on display, Jane lowered the zipper on her dress. Shrugging her shoulders sent the soft, clinging crepe down around her ankles. At that point, she was gloriously naked, except for her high heels.
Linda caught her breath at the sight of Jane's thrilling body completely nude. In the confining space of the plane's toilet, the stewardess hadn't had a real chance to admire the beauty of the stunning woman's curves. The sight of Mrs. Hanova's juicy cunt and ripe tits made Linda's mouth water.
Phil didn't know where to look. Linda was beautiful, sitting nakedly above him, but there was no woman in the world who turned him on more than his own wife. Jane's exciting tits made his cock throb with pent-up desires, and he had to open the front of his pants to relieve the pain in his thrusting prick.
Both women saw what Phil had done, and they were pleased. The man's cock immediately pushed its way to freedom, its smooth head shining in red, blood-filled triumph.
Linda needed to feel someone sucking between her legs. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers in Phil's longish hair and dragged his face into her crotch. Opening her legs, she moved her hands to the back of his head, and shoved his face against the dripping heat of her quivering twat.
Phil's lips quickly found the center of her lust, and he sucked her clitoris into the steaming heat of his horny mouth. This was the first time he had tasted Linda's wet deck, and the flavor of her secretions almost drove him wild with lust. As he sucked at the overflowing hole, his fingers dropped to his throbbing shaft, and he began jerking off.
The sounds of her husband's lapping mouth filled Jane's ears as she moved closer to the couch. Lowering herself to the supple leather, she bent forward and captured one of Linda's rock-hard nipples. Digging her teeth into the nub of dark brown flesh. The rough side of her tongue lashed back and forth over the throbbing nipple, sending waves of lust flowing through Linda's bloodstream.
Linda lifted her plump ass off the sofa as she rammed herself against Phil's hard-working mouth. Looking downward, she saw the burning shaft of his tool, and his fingers working it over. The young blonde knew it was her body that made his cock ready for action.
Wrapping her fingers into the long, dark strands of Jane's hair, she pulled the woman's face from her breasts. Linda wanted to taste the delightful fruit that had been put on display for her benefit. Making Jane stand up straight, she dug her teeth into the hot flesh of her hostess' body.
Jane stepped over her kneeling husband's body, planting one high-heeled shoe on each side of him. Leaning forward, her tits hung down inches before Linda's eyes, and the smile on her full lips invited the other woman to enjoy them in any way she felt like.
With the back of her husband's head between her legs, she lowered herself forward until she felt the sensitive folds of her quivering cunt coming into contact with the brown hair on his head. Grinding her cunt downward, she thrilled to the feel of her erect clit getting hotter and hotter.
With her cunt and tits being licked and sucked, Linda needed to fuck in the worst possible way. She needed to feel the incredible strength of Jane's husband ramming his prick into her quivering belly. She needed the sensation of his shaft exploding deep within her, shooting spurts of boiling scum against the sensitive walls of her velvet-lined cunt.
Linda squirmed back onto the sofa until she was lying down, with Phil and Jane both toppling onto her. The three horny people laughed at themselves as they got caught up in the tangle of arms and legs.
But the laughing was short lived. In another few moments, Phil's mouth had returned to her cunt, and Jane was back gobbling the heavy fruit of her massive tits.
Linda loved the slavering attention she was receiving from the experienced husband and wife, but her cunt still needed to be stuffed. Summoning up all the strength she had within her, the airline stewardess pushed Phil from between her legs.
"Fuck me, you stinkin' stud," she screamed, her voice cutting through the tension charged air like a dagger. "Fuck me right now!"
Phil stood on his knees, staring into the wet hair of her twat. And as he was called upon to use his thick prick, it began to grow smaller and smaller, softer and softer. His impotency was returning, making it impossible to fuck the gorgeous woman begging him for it.
Jane saw what was happening, and saw the disappointed look in Linda's face. She just couldn't let Linda hang in midair like that, not when she knew how to take care of her husband's problem.
"I know what'll turn you on, don't I?" Jane said, turning to look into the embarrassed face of her husband. "Phil wants to see us having a little fun together," she added, smiling at Linda.
Jane hated her husband for his impotency, and seized every opportunity to make him feel like shit. She really found it difficult to understand his problem, and usually didn't even try. But it was obvious that Linda wanted him to fuck her, and Jane intended to please her lovely guest.
Linda couldn't argue with Jane's logic, or the feel of her warm lips parting the folds of her cunt. She was still getting over the shock of finding out that the handsome stud was impotent as she yielded to the stunning woman between her legs.
Phil could hardly control his raging prick as he watched his wife losing herself into the steaming heat of Linda's pussy. He could hear the sound of Jane's mouth sucking the sweet secretions from her twat, and it made his prick throb even more.
Relaxing into the soft cushions of the sofa, Linda watched the strength returning to Phil's tool through half closed eyes. She could see him urgently yanking on his own meat as he watched her having the juices sipped from her hairy cunt.
Jane's ass pointed straight up in the air as she worked away between Linda's legs. Her husband was only inches from her sweating body, and he could smell the musky, heady aroma of the woman's wild, perverted lusts.
Linda held Jane's head between both her hands, and directed the dark-haired woman's mouth to the most sensitive areas of her cunt. As she felt Jane's tongue pushing its way into the dripping wetness of her pussy, she thrust her hips up to meet the hard-working mouth.
Jane quickly looked over her shoulder and saw that her husband was ready to go to work on the young stewardess. Pulling her cream-coated lips from Linda's cunt, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Phil's hard shaft. Using his prick like a handle, she pulled her husband over to the waiting, panting woman.
"Now, you fuckin' stud," Jane sneered, "let's see what you can do with that stiff cock of yours."
Phil hated what his wife was doing to him, but he needed the feel of Linda's cunt sucking away at his prick. Climbing on the sofa, he allowed his wife to position the head of his rod to the sopping wet entranceway into the soft folds of Linda's lower belly.
"All right, tough guy," Jane laughed, "go to it!"
Jane slapped her husband on the ass, the loud ring of her blow sounding out in the expensively furnished room. His face flushed with embarrassment, Phil's hips shot forward, ramming the thickness of his tool deep into Linda's body.
A hard prick was just what she needed. At the feel of his intruding shaft spreading her cunt lips, Linda's legs flew around his waist, and she drew him into the depths of her lusting passions.
Linda's cunt was soaking wet from Phil and Jane's hungry mouths, and the dripping secretions from her own belly. The man's strong prick surged forward easily, sliding into the steaming heat that awaited its strength.
Jane was thrilled by the sight of Linda's pretty face twisted into an almost insane mask of lust. She could see the young blonde's skin glistening with sweat as she lurched up from the leather couch to gobble up more of Phil's prick into her belly.
Jane's fingers flew to the heavy mounds of Linda's tits. Digging her sharp nails into the moist flesh, she yanked one of the stewardess' breasts to her mouth. Grinning lewdly, Jane shoved the hardened tip of Linda's right boob into her drooling mouth, and she began sucking on it like a child in need of its food.
Linda was in heaven. Phil's prick felt absolutely wonderful as it drove deeper and deeper into her body. She kicked her heels into his broad back, demanding even more of his marvelously big hunk of cock.
And Phil was only too pleased to give the magnificent woman exactly what she wanted. Thrusting his hips forward with the force of his whole body, he felt the head of his shaft banging into the depths of her thrilling pussy. Watching his wife working at the woman's tits made him feel even more powerful, and it showed in the way he slammed his cock against the yielding flesh of Linda's body.
Jane was really turned on by the sight of her husband fucking the shit out of the stewardess' lovely body. Moving down along the length of Linda's body, Jane left a trail of wet kisses down into the patch of soft curls covering the blonde's pubic area.
Jane pressed her lips to the junction of her husband's cock and the stewardess' pussy. Her mouth was covered with the slimy wetness of Linda's secretions. While Phil kept his cock pumping in and out of the girl's body, Jane found the erect nub of flesh that was the blonde's center of lust. She lashed her tongue across the hot clitoris, sending shocks crashing through Linda's body.
Phil trembled to the feel of his wife's tongue on his cock, licking off the excess secretions dripping from Linda's cunt. As he slammed the full length of his prick as deep as it would go, he felt the first rumblings of his orgasm taking form in his churning belly.
With tears of joy racing down her cheeks, Linda's orgasm crashed through her sweating body, sending her to the very heights of lusting ecstasy.
And while Linda's body went wild, Phil's prick exploded, sending spurts of boiling scum splashing off the sensitive walls of her pussy. The climaxing woman could feel every drop of his steaming load as it filled up the velvet chamber of her lower belly.
Before the night was over, Jane had also enjoyed the strength of her husband's prick, thanks to the eager help of Linda Everett, and her marvelous body.
CHAPTER SIX
After her bout with Jane and Phil Hanova, Linda was really ready for the party that Helena Van Holland had invited her to. And after their little session in the wealthy woman's apartment, Linda knew that the party would be anything but a bore. Judging by the women that spent time at the Cafe Cove, the hot stewardess would have plenty of wet cunts to suck dry.
Catching a little sleep in her hotel bed, Linda woke up feeling rested and ready for anything. A fast shower was first on the list of things to do, and then the difficult task of choosing what she was going to wear to the party.
Linda hadn't brought that many clothes with her, and after all the fucking she had done, those few thing she did have were in pretty bad shape. They were stained with sweat and dirt and the spent passions of countless cocks and cunts.
Linda just couldn't find a single thing to wear. As she dried her long hair in a big, fluffy towel, she dug around in her bag. But after searching through every thing she had, she was still stuck for something to wear. And there wasn't enough time to go out to any stores and buy an outfit.
Then suddenly, she got a marvelous idea. The only thing she had that was clean was a pair of sexy pantyhose, and that's what she decided to wear. Her bikini-topped pantyhose, high-heeled boots, and nothing else. She knew how wonderful her fat tits were, and she couldn't think of a better way to show them off.
She felt marvelously wicked as she drew the taut, almost black nylon up along her smooth-skinned legs and thighs. She loved the way the sheer material caressed her flesh, sending tiny chills racing through her body.
Reaching into her closet, she pulled out the pair of high-heeled, suede boots she usually wore with her leather hot pants outfit. Zippering them against her calves, she was soon ready to meet the world. Stepping over to the full-length mirror, Linda caught her breath as she looked at herself.
The reflection she saw in the mirror wasn't hers. The woman looked like some kind of demon from hell, put on this earth for the sole purpose of driving men and women mad with desire. And as she looked at herself, a lewd, wanton smile spread across her full lips. She was thinking about the expression on Helena's face when she got her first look at the clothing she had decided to wear.
The evening was cool enough for the fur coat she had brought along, and Linda was pleased for that. She loved the soft feel of fur against her cool skin. She loved the tingling sensations that coursed through her body as the tiny hairs thrilled her flesh. And in the outfit that she was wearing, there was plenty of flesh to thrill.
Running a comb through her hair and applying a little makeup was all that was left to do before she left for the party. Linda used a dark, rich lipstick to outline the luscious fullness of her lips. A little eye shadow and she was through.
Getting a cab was no problem. There were always many of them cruising Amsterdam's streets, waiting for rich people with the price of the fare. As she stepped into the German made car, a breeze slipped up under the hem of her coat, and she felt it bristling the curly hair covering her cunt.
After giving the driver the address on the outskirts of town, Linda relaxed into the comfortable seat, and enjoyed the ride to Helena's house. Glancing into the driver's rear view mirror, she caught the cabbie giving her a good looking over. His face looked old and wrinkled, and Linda was sure he was too far gone to even be able to get a hard-on.
But the thought of teasing the dried up bastard was to delicious to pass up. While they were sitting at a light, she undid the buttons holding her fur coat closed. Very slowly, she drew the front of the garment open, revealing the stunning beauty of her naked breasts.
Holding back the torrent of laughter building up within her, Linda watched the old man's face go white as he stared at her young, thrilling body. When the light changed, he was still too busy looking at her fat boobs to drive on. It wasn't until the car behind them had started to blow his horn that the driver remembered where he was.
With a jolting lurch, the car jumped ahead, and Linda broke down. Her high-pitched laughter filled the small enclosure, embarrassing the driver. Neither he nor the trampy stewardess said a word the entire trip.
After about a twenty minute ride, he let her off in front of the address that she had given him.
Linda paid the cabbie the fare, plus a generous tip and walked away as if nothing had happened. Without turning her head around, she knew the old bastard was staring at her wiggling body. Turning on men, no matter how old or ugly they were, gave her a thrill that couldn't be matched by anything else.
But soon, she had completely forgotten about the little incident in the back seat of the cab. There were other things on her mind. Linda was really impressed by the beauty of Helena's home. It looked like a small castle made of carved stone. The structure was surrounded by perfectly landscaped gardens, and Linda knew she was looking at the house of an extremely wealthy person.
Closing the front of her coat, she stepped up to the front door. Her finger reached out to press the bell, and she heard the chimes echoing in the background as she waited for someone to answer.
Linda wasn't made to wait very long. A few seconds after she rang the bell, the huge oak door was pulled open. Linda's eyes widened in pleased excitement as she found herself looking into the broad, muscled chest of a stunningly handsome black man.
"Won't you come in?" the man said, his voice thick with a cultured British accent.
Smiling into his hot eyes, she stepped inside, letting the arm of her coat brush against the brilliantly shiny skin of the man's chest. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only a pair of skin-tight jeans. Linda could see the outline of his stiff prick pressing against the drawn, faded denim.
Linda was surprised to see that the room she had stepped into was completely empty. But the sound of a wild party filtered down from the staircase leading to the second floor. Right then and there, Linda would have been happy just to try out the handsome black stud who stood waiting before her.
"May I take your coat?" he asked, holding out his hand.
Linda smiled obscenely as she slowly began undoing the buttons on the front of her coat. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he caught sight of her fabulous breasts. She was sure he wouldn't be able to resist a little taste of her flesh when he saw her naked. And she liked the idea of this unknown man gazing at her naked beauty.
Seth Henry could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Linda slipping out of her coat. The hard tips of her breasts throbbed in the dim light of the empty room as his pink tongue slipped from between his white teeth to lick his black lips.
Holding her coat out to the surprised man, Linda beamed with joy at the hot look on Seth's face. She didn't even know the stud's name, but that didn't make the least bit of difference. The only thing that mattered to the turned on stewardess was the way he was staring at her naked body.
Seth took Linda's coat and dropped it to a chair behind him just as the beautiful woman wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up against him. She loved the feel of his cool, black skin rubbing against her nipples as their mouths met. Seth's chest was completely hairless, and it was a nice contrast to the hairy beasts she was usually allowing her body to be used by.
Seth's prick throbbed even more as he felt the beautiful white woman squirming against his athletic body. He could feel her hard nipples searing the flesh on his chest as they kissed. Linda's long tongue worked its way inside his steaming mouth, and she hungrily sucked the masculine tasting saliva from between his lips.
Linda humped her crotch up against the hidden lump of flesh between the black man's legs, driving her lust to even greater intensity. She could feel the juices of her cunt boiling over, and dampening the tightly drawn nylon covering her quivering pussy.
The sounds of the upstairs party faded away as Linda felt Seth's strong fingers digging into the rounded perfection of her fat ass cheeks. She rammed her tongue even further into Seth's mouth as his fingers slid into the waistband of her pantyhose. In another moment, she felt his hands working their way into the deep crevice between her plump buttocks.
A contented moan slipped from Linda's lips as she felt the tips of Seth's fingers pushing against the tight ring of her asshole. She was excited at the attention he was paying her anus, and she was intent on getting his thick shaft of meat shoved up into her bowels.
"So you like my asshole?" Linda asked, pulling her face from the ebony skin of Seth's hungry mouth. "Let me give you a better look."
With those words, Linda pulled herself from his strong arms and took several steps backwards. With a dirty smile on her lips, she turned around, and bent over at the waist. The nylon covering her stretched tight over the deep furrow of her ass as she displayed her best feature to the admiring stud.
After letting Seth get a good look at her bottom, Linda's fingers began slowly rolling the black nylon down the firm flesh of her thighs. Her movements were calculatedly slow, and aimed at building up the lust in Seth's body even more.
In a few moments, Linda's pantyhose were rolled into a tight strip around the back of her thighs. The black nylon contrasted sexily against the pure whiteness of her ass, the same way that Seth's cock would contrast against the pinkness of her pussy as he fucked away at her.
Seth was too turned on by the sight before his eyes to just stand there. With long steps, he was soon letting his hands roam over the smooth coolness of the woman's ass as he played with the heavy half spheres of her buttocks.
Linda began to tremble as she heard the zipper on the front of his pants being lowered. She was pleased that the black man had no intention of wasting any time.
In the two hours that Helena's party had been going on, Seth had sunk his prick into a hell of a lot of cunts and assholes, but his prick was ready for another turn with Linda's body. It was that amazing staying power that accounted for his being at the party. Helena only dug men that could fuck for hours at a time.
Seth didn't even bother to pull his pants down as he positioned the ebony head of his cock to the tightly ringed entrance to Linda's anus. He thrilled to the way her hole kissed the head of his prick.
Linda held her breath as she felt the strong bastard's cock pressing against the bottom of her body. She knew her asshole was as dry as a bone, and it would hurt like all hell to get his prick inside her. But the pain didn't matter. Linda was hungry for the feel of a thick shaft beating the shit out of her ass and she was willing to go through a hell of a lot of pain to get it.
Seth dug his fingers into the yielding flesh of the woman's ass cheeks and roughly pulled them apart. He knew he was hurting the woman, but it didn't matter.
The only thing that was important was the feel of Linda's asshole sucking the scum from his prick.
Linda didn't wait for the first thrust of the black man's cock. Instead, feeling his thick member throbbing against her hole, she rammed her body backwards, and shoved the head of his prick all the way into the steaming tightness.
Seth almost fainted from the wonderful feelings in his cock. Linda had a wonderfully experienced asshole, and he really dug the bitch's eagerness. After taking a few moments to regain his composure, he began to give Linda the hard hitting ass-fucking she wanted so desperately.
The pain that was ripping through Linda's body was so intense she wanted to pull his prick out of her ass and run for the hills. But Seth's strong fingers dug into her waist, and held her securely ready for any punishment he might feel like giving her.
Linda's sweat dripped from her brow, burning her eyes with its salty content. The weight of Seth's body hunched over her twisted figure made Linda's back ache with pain. She could feel the sensitive walls of her anus tearing before the assault of his mighty prick.
Seth's hanging balls bounced against the dripping wetness of Linda's cunt as he pistoned his rod in and out of her asshole. The beautiful woman's groans of pain were like music to his ears, spurring him on to more violent and brutal thrusts with his cock.
At some unknown point, Linda's cries of agony changed into the whimpering of pleasure. As Seth's searing intruder dug into the very depths of Linda's soul, the black stud reached around and pushed his hand into the wetness of her deep furrow. Prying the folds of her pink cunt open, he began playing with the erect nub of her throbbing clitoris.
And as one hand played with the moist hole between her legs, Seth's other hand went to work on the hanging fruit of her fat tits. Linda looked down to her chest, and was thrilled at the sight of his coal-black hand digging into the firm flesh of her boobs.
With his hand working in and out of Linda's cunt, the young woman felt her orgasm beginning to come to the surface. When Seth shoved two fingers into her dripping slot, the stewardess thought she would faint from joy.
As his cock burned the sensitive flesh lining her anus, Seth felt his own fingers pressing against the hardness of his cock through the thin membrane separating her vaginal and anal canals.
Seth's cock burst with the force of an atomic explosion. The tiny slit at the tip of his prick spurted its heavy load, filling the tight chamber of her anus with steaming scum.
And Linda was with the handsome black all the way. As his climax came, so did hers. The pain was secondary now, as she trembled to the very brink of ecstasy. And, with another thrust of Seth's cock, she was over the line between sanity, and insanity.
Helena had been watching from atop the stairs for quite a while. Her own hand was between her legs, working on the burning desires of her body. And as Seth and Linda came, so did she. The thick sweetness of her secretions coated her fingers as she dug away at the sensitive flesh.
"Don't be so greedy, Seth," Helena called out after the last echoes of her lusts faded. "There are a lot of people upstairs who want to meet the sexy American stewardess!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brushing the tangled strands of hair from her eyes, Linda looked up at the figure of Helena Van Holland. The empty room echoed the loud clicking of her high heels as she slowly sauntered down the stairs. Linda was exhausted, but not too exhausted to prevent her body from responding to the vision floating towards her.
Linda had never seen a gown like the one her hostess was wearing. Helena's entire figure was covered by the sheerest, almost transparent black nylon imaginable. Except for her hands and face, the older woman was completely covered, but the gown hid nothing from view. Instead, it seemed to highlight the lushness of the forty-year-old's magnificent body.
Linda could see the wetness of Helena's cunt as the older woman stood before her. The young blonde knew her hostess had been fucked many times that evening by the scum stains that stood out against the smooth velvet skin of her inner thighs.
At the sight of his dominant mistress, Seth's behavior changed radically. He was no longer the big-cocked, black stud of a few minutes before. Helena's presence turned him into little more than a servant, waiting for his orders.
Out of the comer of her eye, Linda could see the amazing difference in her black lover. She could see how meek and cowering he was standing before the beautiful Dutch woman.
Seth, his limp cock still glistening with the remains of his passions, stepped to the side of the room, silent and waiting. The feel of the beautiful white woman's tight asshole still echoed through his body as his black, flashing eyes watched the scene being played out before him.
For the moment, Helena ignored her black stud and concentrated on the thrilling body of Linda Everett. The older woman had forgotten just how stunning a body the young stewardess had, and she was very pleased that the beautiful girl had not bothered to wear any clothing.
"It's so nice to see you again, my dear," Helena said, drawing Linda into the warmth and strength of her arms.
The well-fucked stewardess let herself melt into Helena's embrace. Only the thinnest of the older woman's nylon gown came between the two stunning women as their lips sought out the damp moisture of each other's mouths.
As they kissed, Helena let her hands roam down the back of the younger woman. She let the tips of her fingers steal into the deep crack of Linda's ass, and was thrilled at the sticky puddle of scum she found. Helena had used Seth's cock in her asshole many times, and she knew what an experienced buggerer he was. She was pleased that her newest friend had gotten a chance to try him out.
The sharp edges of Helena's fingernails sent chills of pain racing through Linda's body as she felt them scraping against the cock beaten flesh of her anus. But she said nothing. The Dutch woman's kiss was so sweet she gladly endured the pain.
The sight of Helena raping Linda's mouth made Seth's cock come to attention once again. Sticking out from the center of his ebony body, he found it difficult to keep his hands off his rod. But the black stud knew his mistress well, and he knew that Helena would be angry if she caught him jerking off.
"I see you've already met one of my other guests," Helena said, motioning over to the silent figure of her fat-cocked black man.
"He's really something, isn't he," Linda giggled, cuddling against the warm flesh of Helena's breasts.
Linda and Helena laughed together, as they stared at the hardness of the man's prick sticking out like a flagpole from the black hairy nest of his crotch. Even though he was standing several feet away, the pungent odor of the stewardess' asshole coating his cock was easily recognizable.
"Seth is one of my favorites," Helena said, reaching over and running her fingers over the smooth hardness of his chest, "but there are many more people I'd like you to meet."
Seth was disappointed as he watched Helena guiding Linda towards the stairs. The older woman still had her long, slender finger shoved into the steaming chamber of the young blonde's anus. He was left standing alone, his cock throbbing hotly as the two women disappeared up the stairs.
As she entered the second floor of the castle-like house, Linda's ears were assaulted by the pounding rhythms of loud rock and roll pouring from an expensive hi-fi set. The strong aroma of pot and hash filled her nostrils and burned her eyes.
But, in a little while, Linda was able to adjust her senses to the wild party going on around her. As she peered through the thick smoke, her eyes scanned countless naked bodies twisted together in some of the lewdest positions she had ever seen in her entire, hard-fucking life.
In one comer of the large room, Linda could see a beautiful woman with a huge dildo strapped around her waist fucking the shit out of a huge-titted teenager. The girl's face was twisted into an obscene mask as she rammed her cunt against the woman's rubber shaft. The teenager's legs were wrapped around the other woman's waist as they both squirmed around on the floor.
On a couch against one of the walls, Linda could see three men going to work on one stunningly beautiful woman. All at once, they had stuffed her mouth, asshole and cunt with their searing pricks, and were slamming away at her body like insane beasts. The young stewardess could hear the girl's shrieking as she reached her orgasm.
Beautiful women danced together in time with the music, their naked tits rubbing against each other as some horny guests looked on. One man was on the phone while a lovely creature lay between his legs, sucking away at the thick hardness of his tool.
But the sight that really got to Linda was a solitary woman off by herself in one of the far comers of the cavernous room. The girl had one of the most fantastic bodies she had ever seen. Helena could see what her precious, new friend was looking at.
"Let me introduce you to Fredricka, my darling," the older woman said, pulling her finger out of Linda's ass and plunging it in her mouth.
Sucking away at the delicious remains coating her finger, Helena led Linda to the comer, and the incredible woman named Fredricka. As the two women crossed the crowded room, hands reached out to play with their rounded asses and fat tits. Neither Linda nor Helena minded the attention in the least.
Close up, the sight of what Fredricka was doing was even more thrilling than it had been at a distance. Towering over the sweating woman, Linda stared down at the doubled up woman on the floor.
Fredricka had a talent that made her the hit of any party. The Dutch woman had the ability to suck her own cunt, and she loved showing that talent off to anyone who would watch. But at Helena's party, everyone was too caught up in their own things to give her the attention that she needed so very much.
Looking up from the dampness of her cunt, she was thrilled at the sight of Linda's hungry eyes taking in everything she was doing to herself. With such a beautiful audience, Fredricka really went to work. The sound of her slurping mouth filled Linda's ears with the wild sounds of perverted lust.
Linda felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter as she watched Fredricka sucking away at her own pussy. The beautiful stewardess slowly lowered herself down to the floor so she could see better, and didn't even notice that Helena had faded back into the throng of naked, fucking bodies.
Fredricka's body was doubled over, and she had her face pushed into the heat between her legs. Linda could see the woman's magnificent tits mashed against the smoothness of her thighs. Sweat poured from her brow, and Linda couldn't resist running her fingers over the rounded cheeks of the woman's sexy ass.
While her lips worked over her throbbing clit, Fredricka's fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy. Linda could see the stunning bitch's tongue shoving its way into the pink folds of her twat. Her hot box's secretions overflowed, forming a tiny trickle of juice down the soft flesh of her right thigh.
Helena was pleased at the way Linda was fitting into the swing of things. Standing by the bar, sipping a tall scotch and soda, she watched the stewardess join Fredricka in the worship of the exhibitionist's sopping wet pussy.
But Helena had a quivering cunt of her own to worry about. She was still turned on by the sight of Seth's fat prick slamming in and out of Linda's tight asshole. And the forty-year-old woman knew exactly what she was in need of.
Taking a joint from a bowl sitting on top of her bar, Helena made her way through the crowd once again. Pushing the tightly rolled tip of the reefer between her lips, she lit it as she searched through the party guests for the one stud who would be able to quench the thirst of her lusts.
Henry watched his mother coming towards him, and the sight of her in the diaphanous gown of black nylon made his sixteen-year-old cock really throb with hunger. Even the stunning black woman on her knees before him with the thickness of his prick down her throat didn't turn the boy on as much as the sight of his own mother.
Henry was the only man Helena really loved. The fact that he was her son, and that she was twenty-four years older than he was didn't make the slightest difference.
There was no one that could scrub her back as well as her son could. There was no one that could suck her cunt as well as her son could. No man could lick her asshole as well as her son could, and Helena enjoyed blowing nobody else's cock as much as her son's.
Helena reached down and wrapped her fingers into the long, black hair of the great looking chick sucking Henry's prick. With a sharp tug, she pulled the girl's face off her son's shaft. The black girl's saliva coated his cock, glistening in the brightly colored lights flashing from a thousand different directions.
"Find yourself another prick," Helena told the girl as she passed her son the burning joint.
Helena watched Henry's ribs expanding as he sucked in great lungfuls of drugged smoke. She could see his eyes focused on her fat tits, the tits he had sucked so many times before. The eagerness in the boy's face always made Helena's cunt tremble with excitement.
Helena's slender fingers found their way down between the boy's legs, to the still wet hardness of his cock. As he puffed away at the drugged cigarette, she began letting her hands roam up and down the length of his shaft, sending chills racing through his blood.
Still jerking her son's cock off, Helena's free hand went to the hem of her gown, and she slowly lifted the black nylon up around her waist. The moist curls of her pubic hair glistened with the wetness of her overheating pussy.
Holding onto the boy's cock, she pulled Henry closer, until she could feel the smooth, searing flesh of his prick against the hardness of her throbbing clit. Her lips were curled up into the lewdest smile she could manage as her dripping twat covered the head of his rod with her sweet juices.
Standing with her legs spread apart, she dug her sharp nails into the hard flesh of his hips as she pulled the boy into her belly. Humping her crotch forward, she thrilled to the feel of the thick shaft forcing its way into the folds of her sensitive cunt.
A low, contented groan escaped her throat as her pussy lips sucked at the burning pole of flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face into her own. Helena's lips sucked her son's tongue into the churning heat of her mouth. Her sharp teeth bit gently into the soft, wet flesh of the boy's tongue as his prick filled her twat to capacity.
Henry's hips shot forward, spurred on by the feel of his mother's sharp nails digging into his hard hips. And as he drove his prick deeper and deeper into the steaming hole of Helena's twat, his hands moved around to the swollen mounds of her wildly rounded buttocks.
Helena trembled as her son's fingers slipped into the deep crack of her ass. She caught her breath as he pushed one of his experienced fingers into the tight ring of her anus. She had spent many long hours teaching the boy to be her perfect lover, and she was more than pleased with the results of her efforts.
Helena and her son's bodies lurched in time with the music, as they fucked themselves into oblivion. She ground her tits into his naked chest, letting the searingly hot nubs of her nipples bum the boy's young, smooth skin.
When Henry's cock exploded, it made Helena the happiest woman in the world. She could feel every drop of his boiling scum as it splashed off of the sensitive walls lining the inside of her well-fucked pussy. Her cunt lips sucked the sperm from his young, hairless balls as they slammed their bodies against one another.
Helena's own orgasm rocked her body violently, sending electric shocks surging through every muscle within her sweating figure. Her thick, hot fluids mixed with his, overflowing her cunt and running down the inside of her thighs as she stood shaking with passion.
Suddenly, a new sensation brought Helena to even greater heights of ecstasy. A soft, full pair of lips had crawled between her legs, and was busily sucking the excess wetness from her steaming box. She could feel long, silken hair brushing against her sweating skin as the unknown face made her body thrash in all directions at once.
Held tightly by the brute strength of her son's arms, Helena couldn't see the naked, obscene form of Linda Everett drinking the mixture of scum and cunt juice as it dripped from her twat. But the Dutch Bitch certainly knew how wonderful it felt as she spread her legs even further apart. She didn't know who was beneath her, and it didn't matter in the least.
Emptied of its precious load, Henry pulled his limp prick out of the warmth of his mother's cunt. His scum coated the soft shaft of flesh as it hung down between his legs.
Linda loved the taste of the boy's sperm. It was sweeter and richer than any other scum she had ever swallowed. Crawling between his mother's legs, the stewardess plunged the juice covered cock into her mouth, and began sucking it clean.
Helena was more than pleased when she found out who belonged to the wonderful mouth that was licking her cunt. She loved the feel of the blonde's lips sucking her clit, but she liked watching Linda eat her son's cock too.
"You're a hungry little bitch, aren't you?" Helena asked, lowering herself to the floor.
And as she sat down, she took hold of Henry's hand and pulled him down with her. The cool, wooden floor felt marvelous against the burning skin of her ass cheeks. Sitting side by side, both mother and son spread their legs as far as they would go. With a filthy grin spread from ear to ear, Helena reached between her legs and pried the lips of her cunt open for Linda's approval.
The young stewardess didn't need another invitation. Letting Henry's cock slip from her mouth, she dove into the churning heat of Helena's crotch, head first.
Sucking wildly, Linda licked out every drop of the teenager's scum from his mother's twat. Her long tongue scrubbed the walls of Helena's pussy as she strained to get every last taste of Henry's scum down into her quivering belly.
Watching the beautiful blonde's mouth working between his mother's legs had given new life to Henry's prick. Slowly, the soft shaft began to harden and swell with desire. The young boy bad great staying power, and even though he had just finished blowing a heavy load into his mother's hungry cunt, Henry was ready for another good, wild fuck.
But this time, Henry had his heart set on the stretched out hole of Linda's ass. He imagined how tight it was as he climbed up onto his knees and crawled around behind her. Reaching forward, his strong fingers sank into the yielding flesh of her buttocks, and he gently pulled the half spheres apart. Gazing into the deep crevice, he was really turned on by the sight of her freshly fucked anus.
Lost between Helena's legs, Linda hardly realized what Henry was doing until his hips shot forward, plunging the blunt end of his tool up into her bowels. The pain that surged through her body almost made Linda faint, but by concentrating on the wonderfully wet cunt she was sucking, she was able to hold on.
Henry had been right about the feel of Linda's asshole. It really was wonderful. The remains of Seth's passions made it easy for the teenager to slam his cock into her bottom on the very first thrust. And then, he went wild. His cock pistoned in and out of the deep chamber like an insane machine. A machine designed for lust!
The pain of Henry's assault finally began to subside as Linda's body responded to the marvelous buggering. Helena was holding the stewardess' head steady between her sweating thighs. She had wrapped her legs around Linda's neck.
All around her, Linda could hear the moans and groans of fucking bodies crashing through the boundaries of sanity as they orgasmed. She heard the whimpering, shrieking cries of horny women experiencing climaxes for the first time as they entered the world of twisted, perverted sex.
And then, Linda heard nothing except the pounding in her own brain as she came. Her body thrashed like a wet dishrag while the sweat poured from her tortured, exhausted skin.
After it was all over, Linda's warm smile thanked Helena and her son for the wonderful orgasm, and expressed her unhappiness at having to leave Holland the following day. Lying on the floor like a crumpled piece of wet cloth, Linda tried not to think about her having to leave the city that she was so in love with.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Helena's all night orgy, there was hardly enough time for Linda to get back to her hotel room, and still make it to the airport on time. Her plane was due to take off at three o'clock, and as she got up to leave Helena's beautiful home, she heard the magnificent clock in the hallway strike one.
"May I use your phone, dear?" Linda asked. "I want to call a taxi," she added.
"Don't be silly," the older woman replied, getting up to her feet. "My car is right here, and I would enjoy seeing you off."
Linda was pleased that she would have company on her ride to the airport. Leaving Amsterdam was a drag, but she knew she would be back before very long. The young stewardess had really fallen in love with the picturesque city, and more than a few of its inhabitants.
As they walked out to the waiting convertible, Linda held the front of her fur coat tightly closed. After the wild fuck session, she didn't even have her pantyhose left. Beneath the soft fur, she was completely naked, and enjoying the cool breeze as it slipped up the hem of her coat.
Helena opened the car door for her guest, and caught a glimpse of Linda's cunt as her coat flapped open. The sight of the softly curled triangle sent a tiny shiver of excitement up the older woman's spine. Helena was glad the ride back to Linda's hotel would take a little time. It would give her a chance to play with the young bitch's cunt hole one last time.
Helena drove a sexy little Italian made car, with low slung lines and a fast engine. She was an expert behind the wheel, as well as between a panting woman's legs. She loved the feel of the wind rushing through her hair as she stepped down on the accelerator.
Linda snuggled into the deep piled, bucket seat, and smiled warmly over at the flashing blue eyes of her Dutch friend. As she relaxed into the soft leather, the folds of her coat slid open once again, and she sat nakedly showing off her tits and cunt.
"Your lovely body is filling my mind with lewd thoughts, my darling," Helena said, reaching over and letting the tips of her fingers play with one of Linda's dark brown nipples.
The young stewardess felt her tits quiver with excitement as she responded to Helena's touch. The tips of her breasts hardened to the experienced hands, and she thoroughly enjoyed the pleasant sensations.
Watching Linda out of the comer of her eye, Helena let her hand drop down to the warmth between the younger woman's legs. Her slender, manicured fingers gently roamed over the stewardess' trembling cunt lips, carefully prying the fold of sensitive flesh open.
Even with the sound of the rushing wind in her ears, Helena could hear her young guest moaning contentedly as she began working away at the hard nub of her clit. With just the right amount of pressure, she dug her nails into the dampening flesh, causing Linda's legs to spread open even more.
Linda was in heaven. As she enjoyed the flavor of fresh, clean air filling her lungs, Helena pushed two of her strong fingers into the tight, well-fucked chamber of her cunt. The palm of the woman's hand was still thrilling the erect flesh of her clitoris, and Linda could already feel her orgasm beginning to build deep within her belly.
Helena could feel the hot secretions of Linda's pussy coating her fingers as she pumped them in and out of the velvet-lined canal. Filled with love for her young, American friend, she rammed her fingers into the girl's twat just as far as they would go.
Linda lifted her ass off the car seat as she humped her body against Helena's hard-working hand. She could feel the older woman's fingernails scraping against the sensitive walls of her cunt, adding to the lustful pleasure surging through her body.
Helena knew the girl was on the verge of coming, and she wanted to make the thrilling experience last. It would be the final pleasure that she could give Linda before having to say good-bye, and she wanted it to be really good.
With a sudden twist of her wrist, Helena pulled her fingers out of Linda's cunt hole, and shoved them underneath the girl, into the crack of her ass. While the car sped forward, she located the tight rings of her anus, and pressed against it.
Linda thought she would pass out as she felt the exquisite woman's fingers attacking her ass. Reaching below, the stewardess took hold of her buttocks, one cheek in each hand. As she lifted herself away from the car seat, she pulled the heavy spheres of flesh apart, making it a little easier for Helena's finger.
The thick cream of Linda's cunt coating the older woman's finger made it fairly easy for her to drive it into the tight chamber. And as she steered the car with one hand, Helena began fingerfucking the stewardess into the world of lustful ecstasy.
Just then, a huge truck pulled up along side Helena's low convertible. The burly driver was treated to a thrilling sight as he looked down at Linda's naked body squirming for joy. He could hardly believe his eyes, and almost drove his truck off the side of the road as he strained to get a better look.
Helena wasn't interested in putting on a show for some old bastard, and she slammed her foot down onto the accelerator. The expensive car responded immediately, shooting ahead like a bullet in flight. Within a few seconds, she had left the truck well behind.
Linda didn't even know what had happened, and couldn't have cared less. Spurred on by the pumping finger up her ass, shock after shock crashed through her body as she climaxed. The brisk wind whipping across her face heightened the pleasure of her orgasm.
And then, it was all over. Exhausted by the force of her climax, Linda Everett sank back against the leather of the bucket seat trying desperately to catch her breath. The sound of her labored breathing was clearly audible over the speeding air rushing through the topless automobile.
Helena pulled her hand from beneath the tired woman and lifted it to her lips. Smiling happily, she began to taste the delicious flavors of the beautiful stewardess' thrilling body. The taste of her cunt mixed with the taste of her ass, making the Dutch woman's mouth tingle with excitement.
After a few more minutes, Helena pulled her car up to the front of Linda's hotel. By that time, the young blonde had closed her coat again, and looked perfectly respectable as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Linda hoped no one could see the thin trickle of cunt juice she felt running down the inside of her thighs.
"It'll only take me a minute to get my things together," Linda called back as she rushed inside. "I'll be right back."
As Helena watched Linda disappear through the hotel's front doors, she was sorry there wasn't enough time to have her cunt sucked. As she waited for Linda to return, the older woman slipped her hands down into her pants, and began playing with herself.
Up in her hotel room, Linda hastily threw her soiled clothing into her bag, and dashed back down to the lobby. She was really pressed for time, but stopped to leave a forwarding address back in the States. She was angry at herself for not giving her New York address to Phil and Jane Hanova. She hoped the couple would get it from the clerk at the front desk.
After paying her bill, Linda rushed back to Helena. It was really getting late, and she only had twenty five minutes to get to the airport. Tossing her bag into the back seat of the car, she climbed in, and they were soon racing through the streets of Amsterdam once again.
"Here's something to remember me by," Helena said, holding her finger coated with the secretions of her own cunt up to Linda's lips.
Linda took Helena's hand in her own and lovingly licked the sweet cream with her long tongue. After a little while, the older woman's finger had been sucked completely clean.
CHAPTER NINE
At the airport, Linda only had time to give Helena a little kiss on the cheek before flinging the door of the car open and running to the flight preparation room. She wished there had been more time to say good-bye, but there just wasn't.
Pushing through the swinging doors leading into the barren room, Linda saw that she was the last one to arrive. Captain Jack Todd and his copilot Bill Trainer smiled hello as she caught her breath, then began the short briefing.
Due to a clerical error, a large tour group had cancelled at the very last minute, and their plane would be flying with only forty passengers. The airlines had tried to shift the flight's remaining passengers to other carriers, but their plane was the only one leaving for New York that day.
Linda couldn't have been happier. After fucking her brains out the night before, the fewer passengers, the better. With six stewardesses, the forty people would be more than easy to handle. All the remaining passengers had been moved into the first class section of the plane and the flight promised to be the easiest one on record.
The 747 took off smoothly, quickly climbing to its twenty thousand foot flight pattern. As the jet floated above the clouds, everyone settled in for a relaxed crossing. Susan Talbert, Carol Williams and Linda gathered in one of the plane's kitchens to talk over their experiences in Amsterdam.
Linda wasn't surprised to see that her fellow stewardesses looked just as tired as she did. They were all swinging chicks, and in a city like Amsterdam, it would have been impossible for them not to get laid just as many times, as they wanted to. Carol was the first to tell her story.
"I was walking in Rembrante Square when this wild looking cat comes over to me. I could see he was really turned on by my tits," she began, cupping her ripe melons in both hands. "You should have seen the way his eyes devoured my boobs. I thought that he was going to set my sweater on fire.
"Anyway, he's got this joint hanging between his lips. Right out in the open. I never saw anything like it. Here we are, smack dab in the middle of the city and he's puffin' away at this fuckin' reefer. And boy, did it smell good. I figured that he was hip, so I just reached up and took the joint out of his mouth, and sucked one hell of a lungful out of it.
"Before I knew what the hell was happening, he's got his arm wrapped around mine, and we're walking down the street, dragging away at the joint. All kinds of people passing us by, and nobody saying a word. Not even a funny look!
"By the time we got to his place, I was really smashed. I mean knocked clear out of my mind. I didn't know which way was up. That was sure some good stuff," Carol added, smiling as Susan began massaging the back of her neck.
"So here we are," she said, continuing her story, "in his strange apartment. But we sure as hell weren't alone. The place was full of the grooviest looking guys and chicks you've ever seen. They were all over the fucking place. And the smoke from their grass and hash was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"And boy, did they dig my black skin. Before I could bat an eye, a whole bunch of them stripped me. It was really a wild scene. All of a sudden, I found myself on the fuckin' floor, being literally fucked to death. There were so many cocks and cunts coming at me, I didn't know where to grab first. But I managed," she added, smiling lewdly.
Both Linda and Susan were turned on by her story; and before their friend had finished, they were each sucking one of her black, naked tits. All three girls thanked god that there was a door on the kitchen, keeping out any prying eyes.
The front of Carol's uniform had been unbuttoned, and she thrilled to the feel of her fellow stewardesses enjoying the taste of her fat boobs. Linda was really working away on her as Susan began to briefly relate a tale about her short stay in the wonderful city of Amsterdam.
"I must say," Susan began, her voice loud against the sound of Linda's mouth sucking at the other woman's tits, "you had one hell of a time, but so did I! And it all began when I stopped into a great little shop to buy a dress.
"I was walking on one of the twisting streets in the old harbor district when I saw this cute miniskirt in the window of a dress shop. Stepping inside, I was really shocked to see a man behind the counter. A big, beautiful black man!
"You should have seen the size of this bastard," Susan continued, lewdly referring to the dimensions of his manly tool.
All three women laughed at Susan's dirty joke. But after a moment, Linda had her mouth back onto the swollen melon of Carol's shimmering black tit, her lips sucking on the coal-black nipple. And as Susan continued, she allowed her hand to float to the back of Linda's bent neck. Her voice grew deeper and muskier as her fingers massaged the firm, smooth skin of her friend's back.
"So there I was, standing face to face with this great looking stud, feeling my cunt overflowing with happiness. His smile was enough to make me come. As I asked to see the dress in the window, his eyes devoured my tits, which were barely hidden behind the thin, tightly drawn material of my sweater.
"He gave me the garment, and directed me to the fitting room in the back. There was a lock on the tiny room's door, but I didn't feel like locking it. After all," she said, a happy laugh sneaking into her voice, "I was kinda of hoping he would give me a helping hand."
"Or a helping cock, you little bitch," Carol quickly added.
At Carol's little joke, the small alcove was again filled with the soft tinkling of feminine laughter. It was obvious they all enjoyed telling, and listening to each other's dirty stories.
"Like I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted, there I was, pulling my tight jeans off in this small room. And you can bet I wasn't wearing anything as silly as a pair of panties!
"Standing in front of a full-length mirror on the back of the door, I couldn't help but stare at the reflection of my body in the polished glass. Standing with my legs apart, I reached down to my crotch and pulled the soft, wet lips of my cunt apart. I've always enjoyed the sight of my own pussy, and that day, turned on by the sight of that big black stud, it looked especially delicious.
"I could hear the heavy footsteps of the salesman outside the door, but I didn't make the slightest move. Even as I watched the door handle turning, the only thing I did was move my legs even further apart. The feel of a pair of thick, black lips on my quivering pussy was just what I wanted.
"And could that son of a hitch suck cunt! The minute he got a look at the blonde curls covering my twat, I could see the flames of lust burning in his eyes. Neither of us said a word as he lowered himself to the floor and pressed his eager face between my legs.
"He must have licked my hairy pussy for a good half hour before I came. But when my orgasm did come, I almost drowned him in the overflowing secretions of my throbbing pussy.
"But, by that time, I just had to get a look at the prick that he kept hidden inside his pants. After catching my breath, I attacked the front of his tight slacks. His cock was so big, I was afraid that there wouldn't be enough room for me in the tiny room."
The lewder their stories became, the better the wild-assed stewardesses liked them. As Susan continued her tale, she stepped over to the liquor cabinet. Drinking while in flight was one of the worst things a girl could do, but none of the three women gave a shit. The fact that they could all lose their jobs didn't seem to matter as Susan poured three strong scotch and sodas.
"But as big as that stud's cock was," Susan resumed, handing Carol one of the glasses, "I still got my mouth down around it. There isn't a prick made that I can't get down my throat.
"I sucked that bastard's shaft until I could see the pain in his face, then sucked it some more. But I was careful not to let him come. Drinking his boiling scum would be fun, I knew that, but not as much fun as having him ram his rock-hard member into my belly.
"As I felt the first few drops of sweetly bitter scum bubbling from the tiny slit in the head of his rod, I quickly pulled my face out of his crotch, grabbed hold of that monstrous tool, and rammed it up into the velvet-lined chamber of my twat.
"That black shaft of meat was the very best prick I had ever fucked in my entire life. Not only was it big and thick, the son of a bitch really knew how to use it, too! His slammed the full strength of his body against me over and over again, until I was gasping for air. I could feel the heavy sac of his balls banging against my inner thighs as I humped up to meet each thrust.
"Before his cock exploded deep inside my belly, I thought he had busted my fuckin' cunt. He had reached around to my ass cheeks and was holding one in each hand. Using them like handles, he pulled me against his athletic form.
"When I came the second time," she continued, taking great swallows from her glass, "I really went wild. Feeling his hot skin against mine made me go crazy with lust. I dug my teeth into the hard flesh of his shoulder. The sound of his scream of pain really made me feel wonderful as I fucked away on his thick shaft.
"And that's how I spent my summer vacation," Susan concluded, laughing drunkenly and slurring her words.
Linda lifted her face off of Carol's ebony-skinned tit, and reached for her drink. She could still feel the throbbing hardness of the other stewardess' nipple against her tongue as she hungrily gulped down mouthfuls of the potent, amber-colored liquid.
Before very long, the three sexy women were finishing their third round of oversized drinks, and were well on their way to becoming completely drunk. With so few passengers on the flight, they were sure they could get away with the irresponsible behavior.
As they playfully toyed with the softness of each other's bodies, one of the passenger call lights suddenly flickered on. Carol volunteered to answer the call. Hastily closing the front of her uniform, she staggered out into the passenger cabin.
Carol left the top buttons of her uniform open, and the deep cleavage between her magnificent tits was clearly visible. The strong alcohol smell on her breath was equally noticeable. As she stepped up to the seat that had rung for assistance, the black woman's cunt began to get excited all over again.
Smiling up at her over the top of his newspaper was Glen Philips, a handsome, executive of one of the country's largest corporations. The features in his forty-year-old face were sharp and rugged looking, making Carol's mouth water for a taste of his firm-looking lips.
"May I help you?" she said, turning on the warmest, most inviting smile she could manage.
As she spoke, Carol was careful to lean forward slightly so that the top of her jacket gaped open. Without a bra underneath the uniform, she knew the good-looking guy was getting a marvelous view of her naked tits. She could see his eyes stealing into the folds of material, obviously enjoying the show.
"I'd like a gin and tonic please, my dear," the man said.
Carol really dug the deep, dominant sound of his voice. As Glen spoke, his voice sent ripples of excitement traveling through her body. Turning on her heels, Carol made her way down the aisle, back to the liquor cabinet. She knew the man's eyes were focused on her ass, and she wiggled it as wildly as she could.
Back in the small alcove, Linda and Susan were already going to work on each other's body as Carol forced her way back inside. Neither of the two stewardesses paid any attention to the other girl as she fixed her passenger his drink. Carol made the gin and tonic extra strong, knowing he would appreciate the effort.
Before returning with the drink on a tray, Carol knocked down another quick shot herself. The booze was already affecting her strongly as she slipped back into the passenger cabin.
"Here you are," Carol said, bending over steeply to hand Glen his drink. "I hope I didn't make it too strong."
Glen laughed softly as he took the drink. Placing it on the small table built into the seat, he turned his attentions back to the stunning stewardess who was still standing stooped over before him. She really did have magnificent tits, and he was getting an unblocked view of them as she showed herself off.
After giving the man a few more seconds to enjoy her breasts, she stood up straight again, and smiled at the sight of the hardened lump of flesh between his legs, pushing against the tight material of his pants. Carol was pleased that just the sight of her glorious body was enough to make his prick stand on end.
"Why don't you sit down and relax for a bit?" Glen said, motioning to the vacant seat beside him.
That was all Carol was waiting for. Happily, she lowered herself into the comfortable chair, crossing her legs sexily as she sat. Carol knew she was showing more of her thrilling thighs than she should, and she was glad.
Turning her body towards Glen, Carol let the tip of her high-heeled shoe lightly rest against his calf. Her naked skin shined with ebony brilliance in the dim light of the almost empty cabin.
"Is the drink all right?" Carol asked, after Glen had taken his first swallow.
"Just perfect, dear," he answered, as his eyes traveled from the tip of her shoe, up the entire length of her leg and thigh.
Carol looked up to see Linda and Susan walking down the aisle. They were both obviously unsteady from all the booze they had consumed, and each had a drunken grin on their faces. Looking around the passenger cabin, Carol saw that all the other stewardesses had been dipping into the liquor supply too.
Every stewardess had a tray full of drinks in her hand, and were busily giving the drinks out to the travelers. The entire plane was beginning to smell like a bar. Grinning broadly, she turned her attentions back to the handsome man at her side.
"My name's Carol. Carol Williams," the stewardess said softly, the tip of her shoe making small circles against Glen's leg.
Glen introduced himself, and they chatted softly for a while. Carol felt like getting down onto her knees and giving the good-looking bastard's cock a wild sucking, but she knew she couldn't.
Just then, Linda passed by with a tray loaded down with drinks. Carol couldn't resist the refreshing looking glasses. Smiling hotly, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around one of the cold glasses. Linda returned the smile, her own mind clouded by all the scotch she had swallowed in the short time since take-off.
After the last drink, the last of Carol's inhibitions melted away. She was drunk enough not to give a damn about anything, and reached out for the hard lump between his legs. Her strong, slender fingers began massaging Glen's hot flesh as she smiled hotly into his startled face.
"Don't you like the feel of my hand on your cock?" Carol teased, giving the man's rod an extra hard squeeze.
Carol's fingers were sending chills racing up and down Glen's spine. Her touch was delightfully experienced as she carefully fanned the flames of passion burning within his churning belly. Nimbly, she undid the zipper on the front of his pants, and pulled the blood-filled head of his prick out into the open.
Slowly but surely, every passenger in the almost empty plane was getting drunk. The booze flowed like water as the stewardesses brought out tray after tray.
Linda felt more than one pair of hands on her ass as she walked down the narrow aisle. She loved the feel of the eager fingers enjoying her rounded buttocks and made an extra effort to add sexuality to her walking. She was very successful.
Finally, one of the strong, horny passengers grabbed hold of Linda's arm and pulled her down onto the seat beside him. She could smell the strong odor of alcohol on his breath as his fingers flew to the thrusting excitement of her massive breasts.
Linda could see the drunken, hot looks of the other passengers as her captor tore open the front of her uniform. She was proud of the thrilled looks all around her as her fat tits tumbled forward, jutting out from the rest of her body.
The man that had grabbed her made no effort to be gentle with Linda's body as his manicured fingers dug into the firm heat of her boobs. Grasping her right breast, he yanked it up to his mouth, and immediately sank his teeth into the hardened tip of darkened flesh.
Linda gasped as she felt the sharp edges of his teeth biting into her throbbing nipple. She thrilled to the feel of his powerful hands milking her ripe melons, and the hard lump of his cock that she could feel pressing against her ass.
As the powerful man's mouth worked away at her tit, Linda's skirt bunched up around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her softly haired cunt was on display for all to see. The horny stewardess spread her legs so that the hot onlookers had a clear view of her sopping wet pussy.
By that time, the other stewardesses had stopped bringing out glassed drinks. Now they were carrying bottles. More and more of the passengers were getting relaxed as the full impact of the booze was felt. Luckily for everyone, there were a few great-looking single chicks aboard, and they were almost all nude.
Susan found a wonderful husband and wife to play with. He was raggedly built, with a nice-sized cock, and she had a spectacular body. Susan couldn't make up her mind whose legs to crawl between first. They were both so groovy.
And both Tom and Donna James found Susan's body just as exciting. With the stewardess in the seat between them, they unbuttoned the front of her uniform, and went to work on her heavy tits. Each of them had One of the beautiful woman's nipples in their mouths, and they were sucking away loudly.
Carol's head bobbed up and down on the thick shaft of Glen's cock as she sucked him off. The stunning black woman wanted to drink the bastard's boiling scum as it shot from the tiny slit in the head of his prick. She wanted to feel the precious fluid dripping down her throat into the waiting heat of her stomach.
As she slaved over the searing tool, Carol let her fingers work up and down the length of Glen's meat. Her saliva coated the blood-filled shaft, making it easier for her to massage his lovely prick.
The very tip of Linda's tongue pushed its way into the tiny slit of Glen's pee hole. She could feel the trembling muscles of his body respond to the marvelous treatment of her hard-working mouth.
In the back of the huge cabin, one of the stewardesses had her arms around the neck of a stunningly beautiful woman. Their lips were locked together as their tongues explored each other's steaming mouths. Groaning, they slammed their crotches against each other, time and time again.
Linda's cunt began to tremble as she felt herself being picked up and dropped over the back of one of the seats. Her skirt was around her waist, and the marvelously round swells of her buttocks were on display.
Catching her breath, the wild-looking blonde felt the rough man's fingers digging into her ass cheeks. Brutally, he pulled them apart, exposing the hidden entranceway into her tightly ringed anus.
Linda could hear the sound of the man's pants being opened, and watched one of the women passengers plunge his fat cock down her throat. The stewardess was amused by how frantically the other woman went to work on his prick, pumping it in and out of her mouth like a sex-crazed machine gone mad.
Carol's tongue lapped at the first drops of Glen's cock juice as it bubbled from the slit in the head of his prick. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, and began really fucking away at her mouth. Glen lifted his ass off the seat as he drove his swollen tool into Carol's black face.
Finally, the rugged features of his handsome face twisted into a mask of lust, Glen's cock exploded. A low, animal-like groan slipped from between his lips as the scum burst from his cock. He could feel the head of his prick slamming against the back of the woman's throat as he shot load after load into her hungry mouth.
Carol was thrilled by the sudden explosion. After sucking his prick for so long, her jaws ached, but she didn't lose one drop of scum as it flooded her mouth.
Linda watched the woman passenger sucking away at the burly man's cock as his fingers slipped into the deep crack between her ass cheeks. She felt the sharp edges of his fingernails scraping the sensitive flesh of her anus as he forced his way into the tightly ringed hole.
Linda felt the tears welling up in her eyes as her asshole was brutally torn at. But she didn't say a word. Totally drunk, she patiently waited for the hardness of his cock.
The horny man reached down and wrapped his fingers in the woman passenger's hair. With a vicious tug, he yanked her face out from between his legs, tossing her aside like a wet dishrag.
But the woman didn't intend to have her pleasures cut short. Climbing back to her feet, she plunged her face into the deep crack of Linda's asshole. As the saliva dripped from between her lips, she began sucking away at her wonderful asshole.
When the man pulled his finger from the tightness of the stewardess' anus, the other woman really went wild. She rammed her tongue into the loosened canal, licking the bitter-tasting orifice with all her might.
But, once again, the man whose cock stood out from the center of his body reacted to the woman's interruption. Drawing his hand back behind his head, he lashed out, his open hand slamming against the side of the stunning woman's head. One blow was enough to send her flying, and out of his way.
"Hold your fuckin' ass cheeks open," the man ordered, his voice making Linda tremble. "Open it up good and wide!"
Linda did as she was told. With her naked tits hanging over the back of the seat, she reached behind her and pulled open her buttocks. She could feel the heat of the man's stares on her sensitive flesh as she exposed herself to his gaze.
Holding his strong cock between his fingers, the man positioned the head of his shaft to the small opening of Linda's ass. He enjoyed the feel of her ringed asshole kissing his prick head for a while, before slamming his body forward.
Linda was still holding her ass cheeks open as the incredible pain of the man's searing member forced its way into her body. She had done a lot of ass fucking, and he had little difficulty getting inside.
In every corner of the huge passenger cabin, there were hot bodies locked in lustful embrace. Beautiful women displayed the most intimate areas of their bodies to the horny, hungry devouring mouths and eyes of the men present.
Susan, Donna and Tom had moved out of the confines of the seats, into the aisle. Every inch of clothing had been stripped from her body, and she stood stark naked in the middle of the plane. A thin coating of sweat covered her body, making her smooth skin shine in the dim light of the plane's interior.
As she stood erect, her own fingers toyed with the hard nipples at the tips of her breasts. Tom was on his knees before her, his face pushed into the steaming heat of the stewardess' cunt while his wife's mouth worked away at Susan's anus.
Susan's body crashed through orgasm after orgasm. She rocked back and forth, first pushing her cunt against Tom's lips, then shoving her ass against Donna's long, snake-like tongue.
The agony that Linda felt as her asshole was attacked slowly changed into ecstasy. She found herself ramming backwards to meet each new assault of the deadly weapon erect between the man's legs.
And when she felt him orgasm, the scum shooting from the tip of his prick, she too climaxed. As his boiling sperm pumped her anus full of precious secretions, he reached around to the swells of her tits.
The burly passenger dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Linda's magnificent breasts as he dumped his load into her ass. He could feel the tight canal of her ass sucking every last drop of scum from his aching balls.
Linda's tightly shut eyes sprang open when she felt the soft, warmth of a pair of women's lips on her own. She wasn't surprised to see the woman that had done such a marvelous job sucking her asshole.
As the speeding jet covered countless miles of ocean, not one passenger complained about dinner not being served. They were all too busy fucking!
CHAPTER TEN
As incredible as it might seem, Linda's flight arrived at Kennedy International Airport on time. Both the passengers and crew were exhausted, but in one piece. As Captain Jack Todd positioned the plane into its holding pattern, the six stewardesses scrambled to clean the passenger cabin.
Throughout the plane, people scurried to retrieve clothing tom off in moments of lust and passion. The smell of sex and booze hung in the air, no matter what the stewardesses did to try and eliminate it. As the plane made its last bank coming in on its approach, there was a last minute exchange of phone numbers and addresses between all the happily satisfied people on the flight.
With an ass and cunt full of scum and saliva, Linda Everett strapped herself into one of the seats for the landing. She prayed that Jack was still sober enough to land the huge jet. She breathed a sigh of relief as the rumbling vibrations of the cement runway shook the plane.
As the passengers stepped from the plane, many of them gave Linda and the other stewardesses hot little feels. And she was sure to squeeze a few of the cocks she had enjoyed.
Going through customs was a snap, and Linda soon found herself walking through the modernistic airlines terminal. Stopping for a pack of cigarettes, she noticed a very handsome guy admiring her fat tits. Smiling just as warmly as she knew how, the stewardess slowly walked across the large room into a cozy bar.
Linda was pleased with herself when she saw the man follow her inside. Already, she was feeling her cunt begin to tremble as she imagined how big and strong his cock was.
Climbing onto a bar stool, she crossed her legs sexily, showing off the smooth expanse of her thighs. She ordered a drink and smiled at the stranger as he sat down beside her.
In a very few minutes, Linda and the man beside her were chatting happily. He invited her to dinner, and she accepted. Both Linda, and her newfound friend knew they would be fucking the shit out of each other that very night, and neither of them could have been happier about it.
