Chapter 2
Young, naive, still basically innocent, the lovely Arlene cried all the way back to the hotel, and even sobbed in her room. The events of the evening had so unnerved her, she found it was going to be difficult to get some sleep. Perhaps a hot shower might help.
The bathroom she used was attached not only to her room, but to that of the stewardess next door, and when she was wearing nothing but her robe, all set to go into the bathroom, she heard sounds from inside that told her the bathroom was occupied. Turning the handle, she found the stew had forgotten to lock her door, and so she pulled the door open and peered into the shower, which should have had the curtains drawn but didn't. She recognized Elaine, the dark-haired stewardess, right away. She was short, not quite as slim as Arlene, a little less pretty, and with only slightly larger breasts. The man with Elaine was one of the passengers the latter had served on the plane.
From what Arlene was able to see, the man with Elaine was even hairier than Shelly Drane. He looked like a gorilla, and she remembered his name was Joe Cardona. Caught now in this huge downpour, the man looked very much like a gorilla in a rainstorm.
The man was obviously getting a big kick out of running his hands over the hills and valleys of Elaine's feminine anatomy when it was all slippery with soap. It looked as if his fingers were skiing across her smooth slopes and ravines rather than running over them.
Elaine was enjoying herself, and soon discovered that soaping the hairy man and scrubbing him was like shampooing a large, hairy dog. The laughing Joe spent a long, long time soaping herself by tweaking and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until the two little pellets were as stiff as a pair of pencil erasers, which the both of them very closely resembled. Arlene realized from her own experience that a nipple erection was a definite sign of sexual excitation in a woman and was just as obvious as a penile erection was in a man.
Next, Joe devoted his soapy massage and rubdown to her groin, moving his fingers into the lush jungle growth between her thighs, rubbing the inner lips and then poking a soapy finger as far into Elaine's cunt as possible. He continued soaping her until her delicate clitoris was as fully erect as her swollen nipples. The gentle soapy slidings of his massaging fingertips moving over the exposed and unprotected tip of the dark-haired woman's pelvic panic button seemed to be driving Elaine right up the tiled walls. It was obvious the two of them had been making love all evening long, and were enjoying one another immensely.
Arlene had to admit, they sure looked like they were having fun, and there wasn't the least shadow of guilt on Elaine's countenance. She had to admire a woman like Elaine, who was able to enjoy sex and take it in stride.
"Turn around and bend over," Joe was saying to Elaine, his voice carrying a tone of command one usually associated with a trainer trying to teach a dog to perform some kind of new trick. Arlene watched the black-haired woman look at him with wide eyes, and then finally shrug and obey his command.
Once she did, Joe soaped his hand very thoroughly, lathering it heavily before giving the slippery massage treatment to the deep cleft between the rounded moon cheeks of Elaine's buttocks. Time and time again he continued soaping the brownish purse-string suture that carefully guarded the rear entrance to her anal and vaginal chambers. His finger began slipping very easily in and out of her tiny little rectal opening now, astonishing Arlene. As the blonde-haired woman stared, she saw Joe slip two, and then three fingers into the narrowness of Elaine's rectal opening. It was obvious Elaine had been this way before.
After awhile, Joe seemed very content that her asshole was able to take all three of his fingers, so he moved one hand up to squeeze her still-soapy breasts and pull on and torture her ultra-sensitive nipples. Meanwhile, his other hand moved back to her vaginal valley and began caressing her clitoris until Elaine all but screamed, she was gasping so heavily. He kept her bent over and now moved behind her, letting Elaine feel the huge, bulbous head of his penis prodding and stretching her vagina from the rear until it finally effected initial entry.
Arlene was surprised to see him using this position, but when she heard Elaine sigh, she realized the woman was enjoying it as much as the man, and just looking began to get her aroused and heated up. In time, the vulvar rings of tight cuntal muscle which were forced to tightly contract in this position slowly relaxed and her interior dilated to welcome this intruder for what was obviously not the first time that evening. With a few grunts and groans on the part of both, Joe and Elaine, and continual insistent prodding, the man finally sank his cock balls-deep into the hotly constricted, wet passageway. Once the final lunge-had brought his heated penis all the way into the seething depths of her burning pussy, the man began relaxing a little, just holding his throbbing organ all the way inside for a few minutes, once again letting her cunt adjust to his thickness. She began relaxing and dilating even more. Now he began stroking smoothly in and out of her heatedly moist and dripping tunnel, and the lovely dark-haired stewardess responded by humping back to meet the man's every forward thrust into the depths of her sweet belly. Soon his huge, stiff cock was slamming into the delightful young girl like a pile driver moving under a full head of steam.
Arlene was surprised at how much Elaine was enjoying what the man was doing to her, first sodomizing her with three fingers, now-fucking her like a dog from the rear, but it was obvious Elaine's passions were mounting. Was it because of the manual manipulation of her tender nipples and thighs and clitoris? Or was Elaine really responding to merely being fucked, even in this particularly gross position?
"Uuuunnn ggghhh!" Joe was loudly grunting as he continued to quickly and brutally batter her cunt from behind, his thighs pounding against the softness of her rubbery asscheeks. "I'm gonna give that cunt of yours a fill-up of juice the like of which you'd never believe."
"Ohhhhhh Christ, Joe! That feels really good," Elaine was replying, turning her head to try looking at him. "If this keeps up much longer, I think I'm going to come, too. I never dreamed it was possible for a girl to have an orgasm while being fucked dogstyle. You really have some working cock, there."
Joe began pounding wildly at her cunt as the water washed the soap off both of them, pounding into her like he was an enraged bull screwing a helpless cow. The battering he continually gave her rear-end was something to be described as violently brutal. Each time his belly slapped into the cheeks of her buttocks it made a "splosh" sound and water sprayed out all over the bathroom.
"Opoooooh! Christ!" Elaine gasped. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come...EEEE YYYY AAAA RRRR GGGG HHHH UUUU NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA UUU NNN
"Me too, me too," Joe gasped, loudly grunting as he battered her behind with his thighs, and then, as his sperm-what was left of it-splashed into her shuddering body, he hollered, "OHHHHHHHHH...HHHAAA UUUNNNGGGHHH...YYYEEEAAA-HHH!"
Afterward, they completely rinsed off under the shower.
Arlene closed the door, deciding she didn't want a shower, now.