Chapter 7
Numbly, Cathy began taking off her blouse. She was transfixed, her eyes glued on Randy's cock as it slid in and out of Linda's mouth and throat. The sight was so strange, she could scarcely adjust her mind and eyes to it. Linda's eyes were closed and she handled the large organ without any difficulty. Cathy's eyes shifted to the lower half of Linda's body. Pete was rhythmically pumping in and out of her pussy. Belief settled in Cathy's brain as she watched the two men entering Linda's willing flesh, one through the mouth, the other through the vagina. She unhooked her bra and let it fall in her lap. She couldn't take her eyes off of Linda and the two men.
Cathy slid to the edge of the bed and stood up, unzipping her miniskirt. She wriggled free of it and stood, for a moment, in boots and panties. She sat down again, her eyes still fixed on the scene on the bed. She worked her feet free from the boots and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and felt free, a part of the group, somehow. Her pussy itched for her finger, but she didn't dare masturbate out in the open. At least, before, her hand had been hidden by her skirt. The three people on the bed all seemed to be the same person. They were all dark-haired and all beautiful to her hash-clouded eyes. Pete and Linda, especially, bore a strong resemblance to one another. They were all connected sexually and gave the illusion that they were a single entity in movement. Certainly they were in absolute harmony. Randy's prick slid in and out of Linda's mouth, slickened by her saliva. At times, Cathy marveled, his cock went deep into her throat. She could almost see it inside, Linda's lips clamping tight on the base of his shaft.
"Come on over and join the party," Randy husked, looking at her through sex-glazed eyes.
"There doesn't seem to be room for me," she stammered.
"Hold on to Pete's cock as it goes in and out. Feel his and then mine," Randy said.
She crawled over the bed, gingerly, her pulse trembling. Pete's organ seemed to grow in size the closer she got. She summoned up a boldness she didn't know she possessed and reached out for his cock. He looked at her for a brief moment as if to encourage her to go ahead. He slowed his rhythm so that she could put her hand around his shaft.
"Go ahead, Cath," Pete said. "Put your fingers around it."
She did what he said, managing to put her thumb and first three fingers around the swollen penis. It slid through her fingers and she felt a thrill. She squeezed it more tightly and delighted at the thickness of it, the wetness. She looked at Linda's pussy and watched the lips spread as the enormous prick slid inside only to reappear again, smooth and gleaming with the oils of sex. She squeezed even tighter and still Pete's cock slid through her fingers. She could almost feel his blood throbbing underneath the skin. She did feel the distended veins that rose above the smoothness of his stalk. She moved closer until her knee was touching Linda's leg.
Linda reached over and began stroking Cathy's inner thigh.
Cathy scooted closer still, her knees both touching Linda's leg. Linda's hand reached higher, between her legs. Cathy spread her knees further apart. Linda's hand found her pussy, rubbed its mat of hair for a moment. More than anything, Cathy now wanted Linda to put her finger inside her pussy. She was so hot holding on to Pete's cock that she desperately wanted something, anything, inside her own cunt.
Cathy didn't have long to wait. Linda's finger pried open the younger stewardess's labia and entered the hot dank cavern of her cunt.
"Oh, Linda," Cathy sighed, "that feels so good. Everything feels so good right now."
Pete stepped up his rhythm and Cathy squeezed his cock tighter. Linda's finger was poking deep inside her cunt. She looked up and saw that Randy had changed position, fucking Linda's face faster and faster. Cathy felt her senses take flight.
The four of them seemed to work in contrasting rhythms, like alternately firing pistons. Cathy literally impaled herself on Linda's finger, her hips moving back and forth to assure clitoral contact. She could feel Pete's cock driving in deep and fast, She had to put her fingers on Linda's pussy and leave them there. Soon, she had to hold on to Pete's shaft with only her thumb and forefinger. Still, the contact was there, and it was more thrilling than anything she had ever experienced. Randy seemed to be close to climax when she looked at him.
She began coming herself, the moans rising from deep inside her.
"Oh, Linda, I'm coming," she blurted out.
"We're all coming," said Pete. "Hang on!"
As Cathy watched, Linda's throat bulged and she choked. Randy shook with orgasmic spasms. She saw his cock being spit out of Linda's mouth and the spray of sperm spurt over Linda's face and eyes, down onto her stretched neck. She pulled her knees together and came herself at the sight of the milky substance cobwebbing Linda's head and neck.
Cathy felt her thumb and forefinger sink into the flesh surrounding Linda's cunt. Pete drove in and held himself tightly inside as his own body began to shake in the grip of his climax. Linda shook all over, as well. Cathy felt as though she were wired up to an electric light socket. They all seemed to be imparting energy to one another. The simultaneous orgasms were awesome in their intensity. She felt herself losing all control.
Before she could sort out her thoughts, the moment was over. Pete was ejected from Linda's still twitching cunt and Randy fell away from the older stewardess's mouth, exhausted. Linda withdrew her finger from Cathy's pussy. Cathy sat back on her ankles. Pete grinned at her.
"Did you get your rocks off?" he asked her.
"If you mean was I excited, yes," Cathy replied. "Who wouldn't be?"
Linda laughed drunkenly. Jism flecked her mouth, her nose, her neck. She reached up and wiped at it. She put some of it in her mouth, tasting it with relish. Randy gave out a hearty laugh of his own.
"I guess we make a pretty good team," he said.
"One for all and all for one," said Pete.
"How about another joint?" asked Linda, rising from the bed. Cathy thought she looked ravishing with her tousled hair and her body gleaming with perspiration. She herself felt oddly exhilarated, as though she had just taken a hot needle shower. It seemed so natural for all of them to be naked as they were. There was not a trace of self-consciousness among them. The thought of smoking another cigarette appealed to her. She liked the feeling of relaxation it gave her.
"No sooner said than done," said Pete, who went to his shirt and took out the cigarette case. He lit a joint, inhaled deeply and passed it to Linda.
"Well, Cathy, how do you like our parties?" asked Randy, giving the joint to her.
"They're different," she said spontaneously, and the four of them laughed uproariously.
"Takes a lot of the old tension away," said Pete. "I look forward to these visits from the flyboys and gals. If Cathy only knew how dull St. Pete really is on the surface. Full of old people and underaged horny chicks."
"Except on the beaches," put in Linda.
"I'll smoke to that," said Pete, taking the joint from Cathy.
When they had finished the last toke, Pete pulled Cathy onto the bed. He took her into his arms and kissed her. She responded with a willingness that surprised her. She felt so secure in his arms. His warm body pressed against hers and she clung to him with an eagerness that soon had her aroused again.
"May I have the honors?" Pete asked her. "You were pretty much of a spectator before. Now, I'd love to dip into that lovely body of yours. I'm sure Linda and Randy can amuse themselves.”
"I—I don't know," Cathy said, suddenly unsure of herself. "I—I feel so odd with so many-people here."
"You won't even notice them. I promise."
"I guess I am being silly—after what's already happened," she said.
"Remember what I said about priming the pump this afternoon, Cathy," Linda said. "I'd say you were pretty well primed by now."
Cathy looked at Linda for reassurance. Linda squeezed her hand and nodded her head.
"All right, Pete. I want you. Very much."
"That's a girl," he said, pushing her down on the bed. He began kissing her breasts and fondling her pussy, rubbing the outer lips vigorously. "You'll be ready in no time," he said, his deep voice thrilling her all over again.
Pete didn't go down on Cathy, although she half expected him to do just that. Instead, he finger-fucked her for a few moments until she was fully aroused, kissing her breasts and tonguing the nipples until they stood stiffly upright, sending shoots of delicious pain through her body, tiny flashes of excitement that warmed her loins. She looked down over her belly at Pete's huge cock, wondering if it would hurt when he put it inside her. It was at least twice as large as Randy's, or appeared to be, and much larger than Captain MacAdams'.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cathy was conscious of Linda and Randy getting together. She turned her head to look and saw Linda take Randy's cock into her mouth once again. "He must like to have that done to him," she thought. In fact, she was sure now that all men liked to have their cocks sucked. It was something to keep in mind, like all the rest of what was happening to her. She must learn to do it as well as Linda, for she was obviously very practiced at sucking men's cocks. The way she had swallowed Randy's prick showed that she had done it many times before. It was as if her throat was trained to take the male organ so deep.
Her head jerked back to its former position when she felt Pete's cock slide along the inner flesh of her leg, leaving a hot trail of precoital fluid in its path. The mushroomed head of his prick pushed up against the yielding flesh of her pussy lips. She felt a sudden wave of warmth in her lower body. She spread her legs wider, opening her lips to him. He slid inside after one or two bumps against the opening. She gasped aloud at the feeling his cock gave her as it seemed to fill her up. She almost felt split open as he continued to push deeper inside her!
"Oh, Pete," she said, "that's so damned good!"
"You've got a nice tight little pussy, Cath," he said. "It's real snug in there."
"I-I'm glad you like it."
For an answer, Pete drove his cock all the way to its root, clear to the mouth of her womb. Cathy nearly fainted from the quick and intense pleasure this gave her. Her legs jerked inward, clamping him tightly inside her pussy.
"That's it, Cath. Nice." Pete drove in and out, setting sparks off within her flesh. It seemed to her that he had driven right straight at her clitoris, snapping it almost in two with the force of his plunge. A volcanic orgasm erupted within her on the first stroke.
After that, as Pete kept ramming her, she kept coming until she lost count. She didn't know if she were screaming aloud or if it was only in her head. She just knew that Pete's cock seemed to be everywhere inside her, all at once. She was hardly conscious, after the first few plunges, of whether he was still stroking her or whether the movement were her own. She knew her hips were moving, faster and faster, but she couldn't tell whether she had any active part in their movement. It was as if she was a crystal being shattered into a million pieces by the blows from a hammer. She was on fire and she was cool as ice all at the same time.
Later, she remembered being turned over on her stomach. Then, there was that hot ram again, from the rear, Pete's cock slamming deep inside her, his legs battering her buttocks. She was on her knees, her body on an incline, her butt pitched upwards to receive that maddening beautiful cock of his, going even deeper than before, touching new places, setting off new explosions. She remembered Randy sliding underneath her, offering his wet cock up to her mouth. She put her lips around it and pumped on it, even as Pete was pumping on her rear. It was all so mixed up at times, she couldn't know whether she was dreaming or not. Linda, even, must have been there too, sucking her breasts, fondling them. The three of them were all over her and she wallowed in the glory of it like some animal. Randy's cock just seemed to slide in and out of her mouth, jamming deep into her throat, and she wanted to swallow it. When he spurted his come into her mouth she choked, but she avidly licked the milky substance, wanting it all, wanting proof that she had made him do this, made him spurt his life juices into her mouth, her throat.
Then she felt Pete clamp on to her, hold her tight as his body shook savagely. The shot spume of his jism boiled deep inside her, splashing against the walls of her womb. And, soon, he had fallen away from her. Linda took her mouth away from her ravaged breasts and Randy rolled off to one side, his cock limp and sticky with come.
Exhausted, she slumped to the bed on her belly. Pete, or someone, rubbed her buttocks affectionately. Yes, she was sure it was Pete. She could not see him, but she could see Linda and Randy, sense their presences nearby. That was nice of Pete, she thought, to rub her that way. It felt good and was calming after the rapture of those moments of unbridled ecstasy.
"Good girl, good girl," Pete said to her, finally. "You're a regular racehorse, Cath. A thoroughbred."
"Magnificent chick," Randy added.
"A doll, an absolute doll," said Linda.
Pete turned Cathy over and looked down into her eyes. He looked to her, at that moment, like a god. She could still feel his cock inside of her, although she knew he had long since spent himself and pulled out.
"Are you ready for a swim?" Pete asked, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I don't think I can move," Cathy said.
The other three laughed at this.
"If you lie here you'll just stiffen up," Pete told her.
"I don't care. I don't ever want to move again. Just let me lie here and die happy."
"She needs a pick-up," said Randy, climbing off the bed.
"Yes, I think so," said Linda.
Randy was back in a moment with a glass of water and a pill.
"Here," he said. "Take this dexy. It'll perk you up." Pete helped her to sit up and she swallowed the capsule.
"Make us some Bloody Marys, Linda, will you?" Pete asked. "We'll fix up our little sex-pot here in no time."
Cathy felt more alert by the time the Bloody Marys were ready. She swallowed hers eagerly and felt a tingle in her veins.
"Think you're ready for that swim now?" Pete asked her.
"I'm ready for anything," Cathy said, surprised at her boldness. The dexamil had sparked her senses, jolted her to a feeling of renewed vigor. The idea of the swim in the pool appealed to her.
"Let's go, then," said Pete. "Last one in's a landlubber!"