Chapter 3
In a way, it was surprising the way the fuselage of the jet held together in spite of the banging around it got when they crashed. Dan Roberts stood in the cockpit and gazed around him, trying to see if he was overlooking anything of importance.
He picked up the bags that belonged to Carol and Cassie and got out of the hull with them in his hands. He could feel the rain sifting down on his bare shoulders and he realized that he had his own flight bag aboard. That held clean things and his shaving gear and his travel kit. He went back inside the plane and got his own bag. He would lug them all back to the clearing where Cassie and Carol waited for him.
It was a long hike, probably a quarter of a mile and he realized that he was tired. That was unusual because he worked out every day and he knew that he was in good shape, but he had just worn himself out lugging things for the two women who had been on the flight with him. He knew that he would much rather wear himself out on top of them. He thought of Cassie Kimball, her rich bitch smile, her lovely young body and he could feel the stirrings in his loins. There was a bitch he could hate with no effort at all. Look at the way she set Tom Drake down. Just like that. Cassie Kimball flies into the base, cuts a guy's balls off, then wings out again. In a way he was glad that they crashed. Let her stew for a while.
"What shall I do about it, send up smoke signals?"
"Of course, what else?"
She was such a goddam smart ass. He hated her with a very great passion. He knew that he would give anything in the world to climb on top of her and screw the ears off her. Maybe ram it up her asshole, too. She should grow to experience it all.
His mind shifted as he thought about the uneven pathways, and he thought about Carol Burke. She was so pretty, so well stacked, but she was only eighteen. She was really too young to seduce, but she wasn't too young to do a good job when she worked.
He had had her on one of his flights and she had kept busy. The other girls said that she was just too damned good, too conscientious, so they let her do most of the work. He had gotten busy with the aircraft, knowing that he was taking it on its maiden run so he missed a lot. It was an L1011 and it handled like a well-designed machine, which, of course, it was.
He knew that there was a lot of plain and fancy fooling around going on and he happened to glance up at one point and notice that Ruthie, the wild one, was blowing Joey Norman, the co-captain. He watched for a while, impressed by the way Ruthie was giving head and really trying to milk Joey dry. She was good, he knew. Ruthie was an all-around camper. You name it, she liked it. He watched her when Joey popped and he could see the way she gobbled his joint and tried to swallow it, while the juice leaked from the corner of her mouth and then she was finished with that one and already started on another one. He was tempted to ask Joey for a fix but he didn't. Joey was getting a fix of his own at the moment.
He turned his attention back to flying the big jet and when Ruthie moved close so that she could touch the back of his neck with her fingers, he shivered at her touch. She bent over and kissed the back of his neck and then she was whispering into his ear and he shivered again.
"I'm awful hot," Ruthie said. "You want me to suck you?"
He shook his head and he wished that he could take advantage of her offer. The other girls were covering for her, he knew, and Joey was trying to get his brains back in business again and he could put the ship on automatic pilot for a while but he finally decided that he had better keep his mind on his work. He shook his head and Ruthie made a little sound of great disappointment and then she went away. He supposed that her needs and requirements were adequately dealt with while he concentrated on his work.
In a way, he thought, the whole world was getting hung up on sex and all of its various thrills. Take the very nicest people and they were liable to really shock the hell out of you if you were the kind that would shock.
He remembered the flight where he'd first gotten to know Carol Burke. She was a real square, he knew, and he lost track of her for a while after he was finished with that first commercial flight of the company's first new L1011.
When they set down in L. A. he was notified that he was to lay over and hang around for at least a week. The company was accepting delivery on three more of the massive jets and he was assigned to test them out. It was a nice, easy assignment and he had lots of friends in town. He could have a very nice time of it while he stayed in L. A. and did his job.
He lost his flight crew in a hurry. They went East on a waiting flight and he was alone, but not for long.
Looking back now, sitting in the battered fuselage of a smashed jet, he could remember the details of that week and enjoy it all again. He supposed that he had been very willing to be corrupted and when Jack Baker invited him out to his suburban home for a home-cooked dinner, he didn't have to go, but he was glad now that he had gone, and he knew that he would go again if he was invited.
Jack Baker was a flight operations engineer and he was a very good-looking guy. Dan had heard it said that Jack was a real swinger but he hadn't paid too much attention. The gossips were convinced that the entire airlines industry was populated with swingers and swappers only. He sighed and lit a fresh cigarette and he knew that he was in no hurry to go back to the arrogant young bitch who was his boss and the pretty blonde, Carol.
He sat and smoked a cigarette, and then another one and he could hear the soft sounds of rain on the hull and the occasional snapping sounds as metal cooled and creaked.
He and Jack Baker were the best of friends now and he was glad of that. He remembered the evening that he got into Jack's car and let the handsome young engineer drive him to a big, beautiful home in the suburbs. The house stood on a hill and it had lots of glass and a pool in the back and complete privacy. Jack explained that he and his young wife and two young stepchildren that she somehow inherited, were able to live in the big house in a state of utter bliss.
After a while, Dan recalled, he got so that he believed what Jack told him. He believed it and he envied Jack, in a way.
When they parked the car at the rear of the big house, he and Jack walked in late afternoon sunshine to the area of the pool and he got to meet Jack's happy little group right away. First, there was Mary, a gorgeous redhead who was hardly more than twenty-two. She had a lovely smile and big green eyes and her bikini did nothing to hide her glorious figure and when she stood to take his hand in her own, her pleased smile was filled with warmth and she quickly made him welcome. A handsome young boy of fifteen was in the pool. He climbed out and shook hands with Dan. He was a very nice-looking young man, almost girlish with his long blond hair and gentle blue eyes.
Then there was Donna. She was a petite little blonde in a tight bikini and she was unbelievably lovely, her body exquisite. She held his hand in hers and her big blue eyes were liking him very openly. He could not seem to get his gaze away from the bulletlike projections on her chest and her halter did very little to hide them. He could also see the entrancing folds of flesh at her crotch. The fabric of her bikini clung to her creases and out-lined them clearly. Her legs were sleek and rounded and her little rump was virtually exposed.
Jack went to Mary and he kissed her. She lit a cigarette and placed it into his lips.
"I like your friend, Dan, dear," she said, smiling at Dan. "I am so glad that you thought of inviting him to visit with us. He is so good-looking, so virile-looking."
Jack laughed at her. He was a tall man, not yet forty and he obviously adored his lovely young wife.
"I'm afraid that I just invited Dan to have dinner with us, dear," Jack said. "I didn't tell him anything at all about us. I mean the way we live, the things that we like to do."
Mary looked at him with a smile and a twinkle in her big, pretty eyes. She patted Jack's cheek and then she kissed him on the lips and she rubbed noses with him for a moment, too.
"Dan," she said, "we are going to have a lovely dinner but wouldn't you like to take a swim for a while first?"
Donna was grinning at him, her eyes warm and teasing. "Oh, please," she said, "do swim with us. Then we can have dinner and maybe you will get to like us and want to stay with us whenever you are in town."
"Donna, dear," Mary said reprovingly. "Don't be pushy."
"I would like to swim," Dan said.
There was a cabana and an ample supply of trunks and he got into a pair of them and when he dove into the pool, the water closed over him and he was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of utter comfort. He surfaced and swam and he was close to Mary in the water. Donna was loafing in the water a few feet away and Bobby, the handsome young boy, was crawling around on the bottom of the pool, surfacing noisily whenever he needed air, then submerging again.
Mary stood on her feet and her chin was above the water. He stood too but his shoulders were out of water, so, he decided that Mary was not very tall. Jack was inside the house, changing into a pair of trunks.
"I do wish you would visit with us for a while, Dan," Mary said. Her smile was practically dazzling. "After we have had some dinner, we will talk and perhaps when you find out what we are really like, you will run like a deer."
He was about to make a flippant comment but Jack dove into the water and then he joined them and after a while, Mary and her fantastically lovely thirteen-year-old stepdaughter got out of the pool and went off to fix their dinner.
It occurred to him that Jack was regarding him with a probing look, a kind of wondering glance that showed up every little once in a while and he wondered why he should be so much a matter of interest to each member of Jack's family. He found out all about it after they had dinner. Donna, the thirteen-year-old sexpot, looked spectacularly lovely in a micromini skirt and heels. Her long blonde hair was brushed back and it was shining with good health. Her soft, full lips glistened with bright red lipstick and her eyes were done with great care and skill. Mary was equally well turned out and he felt a twinge of envy when he sat and sipped a before dinner drink with Jack Baker.
They talked about business because Jack was involved in laying out the program that Dan would follow in taking the new jets up for their tests. Part of his work was laying out the programs and the varying test processes and he was good at his work. Dan knew that they would sit and talk with other experts and when the jets arrived he would take them aloft and put them through their paces and that would be that. It was a plum job, really, because the big jets would perform perfectly and he knew it. Apparently, Jack seemed to think it was all routine and his time in L. A. could be a vacation, a time of fun.
He recalled that Mary and Donna had put a delicious dinner on the table and after it was consumed, they settled in the living room and had coffee. He was a bit surprised to see Donna smoke without any comment from Jack or Mary and then Bobby helped himself to a cigarette and he remembered then that Mary had the children with her from a previous marriage.
Donna was sitting in her chair in a way that showed her legs and her thighs and he felt a twinge of dismay as he realized that he was getting an erection just looking at the girl's thighs and lissome legs. He turned away and then Mary was smiling at him.
"Dan," she said, softly, "did Jack ever tell you how he and I met? How much do you really know about us? All of us, I mean?"
Her question surprised him, threw him off balance. "I have no idea what you mean," he said. "Jack hasn't told me anything."
Mary nodded. She was still smiling. "Jack and I met each other at one of those swap groups. You know, a sex club. I hope that doesn't shock you too much, but, I have always been oversexed and Jack has had the same problem. So, we had to do something. I think that's what I meant when I asked if you knew anything about us. You see, we pretty much do as we please. I guess we hoped you might accept us as we are and simply be our friend."
Donna was staring at him with a steady, hoyden stare.
"We are a gang of sex fiends," Donna said.
He did not know whether to believe them or not, at first.
"We are nudists, too," Donna went on. "Jack called to say that he was bringing you home with him and we all got into swim suits just for your benefit. I'll bet you would have liked it lots better if we stayed nudists."
"You are so right," he said. He looked at Jack and then at Mary. They were both smiling, wondering what sort of reaction they could expect from him, he supposed.
"I have been going to groups ever since I was about eighteen and I met this one guy, Artie Gaye, at this one club and he was lots of fun and he had two youngsters. He wanted me to meet them. So, I did. That was when I first met Donna and Bobby and I liked them and they liked me. It didn't take me any time at all to deduce that Bobby and Donna were playing house together. But, their father didn't seem to know or care.
"Well, when Artie asked me to move in with him, I did it, mainly because I liked the kids and I wanted to have fun with them, too. And, of course, we got around to having lots of fun, but, Artie ran into a girl with lots of money and he took off. The kids stayed with me and when Jack and I got married, it was just too late to try to do anything about conditions that were already underway. It was just too late for so many things."
Donna said, "He isn't interested in long-winded explanations. Either he wants to stay with us while he's out here, or he doesn't. Do stay, Dan, please."
Donna seemed to have said all that she could manage at that particular time. She jumped up out of her chair and she raced out of the house. A moment later, Bobby, her brother, went out, too. A short time later, Dan heard them splashing around in the pool. Mary and Jack were watching him, waiting for him to say something, perhaps. He just didn't know what to say.
He was not a novice in the realm of swinging and swapping and he was too excited to say much of anything. Mary slid out of her chair and she walked over to him on her knees and she smiled up into his face while her hand slid up his thigh.
"I should tell you that Karen told us all about you and she said that we should snare you if you ever brought that big beautiful cock of yours to L. A. So, don't blame us."
Jack was smiling at him as he watched Mary opening Dan's fly and then she was nuzzling and licking the head of his cock and he tried to say something apologetic or enlightening to Jack but Mary's sweet little mouth slid down over his cock and then she was giving him head and a windshield wiper tongue while her sharp little nails tickled his balls and swiftly brought him to a bursting, drenching orgasm. She was expert when it came to getting every last drop out of the male organ and even after she had devoured his load, she went after more. Jack lit a cigarette and he grinned at Dan.
"Can I assume that you will be glad to be our guest while you are out here?"
Dan was too excited to talk. He nodded his head and then Mary made a little contented sound deep in her throat and she settled herself more comfortably at her task.
He looked up and noticed that Donna, the pretty little teenager, was standing in the doorway. She was watching Mary as she moved her head up and down and his stiff cock kept on delighting her. Donna was enthralled, practically staring at Mary and her prize with a steady, catatonic intensity. The boy, Bobby, entered the room and he went over to sit beside Jack on the couch and they watched as Mary pushed him toward another blazing orgasm. She was expert with tongue and fingers and nails and she sucked so fiercely he could feel every nerve in the head of his cock screaming in ecstasy.
The girl Donna straightened up and she looked especially gorgeous in her bikini. She gave him a crooked little smile and then she flipped her halter upward and he saw the twin beauties on her chest and their incredible beauty affected him and he poured a new load of honey down Mary's eager throat. Donna was cupping her small, beautifully shaped breasts in her hands and he could see the way the tiny nipples popped out and stood red and bristling and ardent while her fingertips twisted and hurt them and then he could see the heavy shaking and quaking in her body as she induced an orgasm in her own loins. She stood, waiting and big-eyed while the rigorous spasms waned in her young flesh, then she whisked her bikini pants off and he was staring at her bald pubis, the delicately sculpted cleft of exciting girl flesh. She watched Mary giving head and devouring Dan's juice and she slid her hand between her legs and he could see the way she was using her finger to relieve her over-stimulated flesh.
She went over to where Jack was sitting and she knelt so that she could get at his sexual equipment. Then the boy was peeling his trunks off and Dan was amazed by the size of the boy's stiff cock. He was beautifully hung and when Donna used her hand to keep Bobby's cock alive and interested while she sucked Jack off, he realized that he had fallen in with a group that had gotten it all together right in their own little mansion. He knew that he could get to like people like that. And that was just how it worked out.
Donna used her mouth to soothe Jack and her brother and then she was eager to sample his product. Mary finally gave up her efforts and she got up onto a chair. She opened her legs and he saw that she wore nothing under her skirt and when she smilingly invited him to eat her, he was eager to do it. Like Donna, she was smooth and bald between her legs and he learned at another time that Bobby was given the task of keeping both girls in that condition. He enjoyed doing it for them, which Dan decided was not too hard to understand.
Mary served coffee and she suggested that they swim for a while and who could tell what might happen? "We are completely uninhibited, Dan, dear," she said. "We all do pretty much as we please, so you may do the same. I'm afraid that we all go both ways and if you enjoy that sort of fun don't feel bashful. We want you to have a nice visit with us and I'm sure that you will. Aren't you?"
He pulled her into his arms and they began necking like kids. Mary snickered as she handled his balls and she felt his cock getting hard again. She kissed him and then she pushed him away. She was eager to get herself naked, she said. He helped her and he was surprised to find her breasts as lovely as Donna's and while they were larger, firmer, more exciting, perhaps, he was most pleasantly amazed by the flawless perfection of pubic and delicately fashioned cunt. She had the tiny, pale pink petals that were almost childlike in their structure. Donna was small, too, but she was still developing, he supposed. Mary was a grown woman, and a very lovely one.
They went out to the brightly lit pool and got into the water. There was complete privacy and they were able to be quite comfortable and at ease together. Mary stood with him in hip-deep water and she hugged him to her and she necked with him shamelessly. Donna and Bobby were busy with Jack. Donna was necking with him and he was not too surprised to see the handsome young boy sucking Jack's cock while Donna excited him with lush bosoms and hot kisses.
Mary stepped closer to him and her hands were busy with his genitals beneath the water, then she moved in a way that allowed his cock to slide up inside of her. She faced him with a look of startled joy as his big cock went up into her body. Then she was prancing and squirming and thrilling him and herself with her tight, slippery sheath. She kept moving around and he was sure that he would not come in her because of the many loads she had already sucked out of him, but that was not a factor, after all, because she just wouldn't settle for anything less than a completed project.
He worried about her while he stood, holding her clenching body, feeling the shivers in her as he pumped his load deep inside of her. When he tried to remove his cock, she would not let him. She told him to walk her over to the shallow end of the pool and she sat on the edge, while he was still coupled with her. She finally let him pull himself out and then she smiled at him with a soft, affectionate look in her pretty eyes as she insisted that she wanted him to give her a honey kiss.
He had passed that milestone a long time back and he was very willing to go down on her and suck the honey from her depths. Then he kissed the pretty girl and she devoured the fruits of their union. She very definitely enjoyed it, too.
A bit later, Donna and Bobby and Jack joined them in a rather wild and energetic orgy that exhausted everybody. It was nearly two in the morning by the time they decided to go to bed and get some sleep.
Mary stood in the center of the living room, smiling at him as Donna and Bobby sat on the floor and yawned. Jack was fixing some drinks for them so that they would sleep a bit better.
"You are a most welcome guest, Dan," Mary told him. "And, because you are so beautifully depraved, you get to sleep with Bobby and Donna tonight. And, of course, you are invited to do anything you want to either of them. Bobby likes everything and so does Donna, so you should have a very nice night."
He shook his head, smiling. "All that I want to do now is sleep. Just sleep. I'm exhausted."
"Of course you are, dear," Mary said happily. "I took care of that myself."
Donna and Bobby got into the big bed with him and he was impressed by the plumpness of the boy's thighs and smooth bottom and he knew that he was going to ram his big cock into the boy's tight little asshole the first chance he got. He was fully into the spirit of the orgy and eager to enjoy anything and everything. He fell asleep with Donna nursing on his cock and he was pleasantly amazed when she got another load out of him. He fell asleep and dreamed of pretty girls and handsome young boys and he kept chasing both and never catching either.
It was a bright sunlit morning when he woke and he sat up in the big bed and lit a cigarette from the pack on the night table. Donna slept next to him, her pretty young face wreathed in a big smile. She was sprawled so that her crotch was exposed and he could see the round, puckered little mouth between twin petals of palest coral. Her breasts were standing straight out, looking like little bullets that were eager to be off to a target.
"Lovely, isn't she?" Mary said. He turned his head and saw that his hostess was standing in the doorway, gazing at Donna's lush beauty, too, The boy, Bobby, was also asleep but his hairless genitals were thoroughly aroused. His cock was still and flat against his belly and Mary tilted her head as she grinned at him.
"If you don't want to suck that lovely young cock," she said, "I will gladly do it."
"Help yourself," Dan said. He knew that he was being unduly sensitive about the homosexual acts.
"You'll get around to it soon," Mary predicted. "That boy's honey is delicious and he is inexhaustible. We are all at him all the time but he just goes right on making more and more for all of us."
Donna moved and she straightened out her long, lovely legs. "So suck him off," she said. "Do it. I want Dan to fuck me and then you can suck me, too. We can split it."
Donna moved over so that she could find Dan's mouth and then she was kissing him and he was on top of her and she was moving and squirming beneath him, her fingers guiding his cock into her slippery little well and then her legs wrapped around his waist, her bare heel dug into his spine and she began to move her hips and her body and she was moaning and whimpering with great joy as they fucked with great frenzy. He felt his loins gathering and burning and then he was coming, pouring an avalanche of material into her body. She was shaking and shuddering and he was worried about spilling all over everything.
That was a needless worry. Mary had her mouth beneath his balls and she was licking and devouring contentedly, expertly. When he finally eased his cock out of Donna's pulsing body, Mary's avid tongue licked him clean and then she zeroed in on Donna's sopping slit and the two of them shifted in the bed so that they were quickly busy with a savage sixty-nine. He glanced at Bobby and saw that the boy had been drained already. Mary wasted no time at all.
He got out of the bed and went into the bath. He showered and when he went back into the bedroom he was a bit surprised to find Donna and Mary still busy with their sixty-nine.
Bobby was still in the bed. He looked at Dan a little self-consciously. "I had to do it to each of them," he said. "They like it when they can suck lots of stuff out. So, they make me do it to them."
"Good boy," Dan said. "You are a grand young man."
He went out of the bedroom and found the kitchen. There was coffee already hot and steaming on the range. He poured some and then he sat down and tried to get himself awake. He looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it was already after nine and he knew that he should have been at work an hour earlier.
He was gulping his coffee, wondering if Jack was going to be late for work this morning, too, when Donna and Mary walked into the kitchen, nude, smiling, and obviously very happy.
"We're late for work," Dan said.
Mary sat down in front of him. She reached out to pat his hand. She took a sip of his coffee and then she sat back and her glorious breasts stared him right in the face. He was also enjoying the sight of Donna's lush bare bottom as she moved around in the kitchen.
"Jack went off to work, Dan," Mary said. "He told me to tell you to have a nice day with us. You don't have anything to do until the planes you are to test arrive. They won't be in for a few days yet, so you just relax and enjoy our hospitality. You will love doing that, won't you?"
Donna moved over and she bent and kissed him, while her hand reached down to squeeze his cock and balls. "We will have such a lovely day," she said. "You'll see."
He knew that he would remember that day for the chance to try everything he could think of.
The boy, Bobby, came into the kitchen for some breakfast and Donna and Mary got the food and served it. They suggested a lazy swim for a while and then Mary had some other ideas.
"After we have had a nice swim and we have had a chance to get really horny again, then we will go into the master bedroom and have some fun on that big bed. We will have a grand time. By the time Jack gets home, we should all be very good friends."
There was something delightful about the purity of Mary's depravity. She simply knew no restrictions. She was very casual about sucking his cock whenever she felt like it. She encouraged him to suck her and Donna too and the first time he sucked them with a loaded well he shivered but he enjoyed it immensely. And so did they.
They swam for a while and then their nudity and their busy hands were their undoing and they went into the bedroom. Mary and Donna wanted to be fucked. Donna wanted him in her and Mary settled for Bobby. Then they switched and while the two males rested and recouped, the girls went down on each other in a fine and furious sixty-nine.
They had an ample stock of dildos and he was sure that Donna screwed him up the ass with an unnecessary brutality but he enjoyed it, nonetheless.
Mary suggested that he suck Bobby's cock while Donna gave it to him in the asshole and he had a marvelous time doing that. He could still feel his skin crawl as he remembered the greed he exposed when Bobby's cock came in his mouth and he feasted shamelessly on the boy's young juices.
Later, when Jack got home and they took up the evening session, he sucked Jack's cock, too, and he found that it was something that he could do and enjoy.
There were many homosexual experiences after his first one with the boy, and he spent two full weeks visiting with Jack and his sexually precocious family. He still visited them whenever his schedule permitted it. He wished now that he could spend a day with Mary and Donna and Bobby. Maybe it would take the curse off this mess he was into with the two beautiful icebergs who would be waiting for him to stop daydreaming and reminiscing and bring them their fresh clothes.
He crushed his cigarette out on the metal floor of the fuselage and he looked around him, seeing the scratched, twisted metal, the broken seats, the smashed instruments and he wondered how they could have come through the crash with their lives and no broken bones.
He picked up the last of the bags that he was going to carry back to the clearing and he got them down onto the ground. Then he picked them all up again and began the slippery trek back to the clearing where the girls would be waiting.
He walked for a long time and the rain got to him and there was a chill in the air now. He was beginning to feel cold and that was a new experience for him in the grotto.
He broke through the underbrush to reach the clearing where he stood stock still, staring. The bags fell from his arms and his hands and he gazed at the bearded young men and their bare breasted girls and he felt a quick sense of relief. The girls had found someone to help them.
"Well, now," one of the young men said, "this is just the nicest thing that we could look forward to. A man. A real nice-looking fly guy. Just what we need. You just keep on toting them bags, mister, and you and the girls come along with us. We got us a little hike ahead of us."
It was then that he saw the gun.