Chapter 3
Captain Robert Franklin's plane, a converted KC-135 Tanker, touched down at Hickam Air Force Base, Hawaii. The late afternoon sky was a deep, sunlit blue as the crew disembarked and checked in at Flight Operations. Bob walked to the cab stand with Lieutenant Doug Mitchell.
"Like I said on the plane, Doug, it was one helluva fight! I've never seen her that pissed!"
Lieutenant Mitchell, a flamboyant Steve Canyon-type pilot, grinned sympathetically. "Well Bob, all newlyweds have their problems. That's one reason why I've avoided that situation. Marriage, that is."
They discussed the pros and cons of marriage on the ride to the Officer's Quarters. After checking into their shared room and unpacking, Doug decided that Bob needed to unwind.
"Look, I know this is your first trip to the Islands. Let me show you some of the sights tonight. We've got two days before leaving for Clarke, and besides, I think you could use a good drunk right now."
"You're on, buddy," Bob saluted. "Where are you taking me?"
"It's the Aloha Club. Have you ever heard of Hotel Street?"
"Nope."
"Well, in Honolulu that's the place where it's all happening!" Bob frowned a little. "Doug, I don't want any more trouble than I've got already. I mean Judy and I have been good about staying out of the hot spots while I'm away, and, well, I uh..."
"Hey, old buddy, old pal," Dough laughed. "I know watcha' mean, but you're with Mitchell the Marriage Mender. I'm gonna take care of ya', Captain Franklin."
Three hours later at the Aloha Club, Bob couldn't have cared less about Judy. His interest was focused on a magnificent set of tits belonging to a girl at the bar.
"Man, I wish to hell I wasn't married!" he half shouted to Doug over the din of rock music. "I'd love to get ahold of those knockers!"
Doug smiled. He knew it wouldn't take much to make Bob forget his wife altogether right now. "Your wish is my command, Captain." Before Bob could stop him, Doug had gone to the bar and returned with Big Tits and her girlfriend. He strategically sat that luscious pair of big mounds next to the Captain. "Bob, this is Lana Thompson and her roommate, Jill. Jill, I didn't catch your last name."
The chesty red-head exhaled a stream of cigarette smoke and decidedly said, "Berger. Jill Berger."
"Girls, this is Bob Franklin, the Stud of the Sky!"
They all laughed. Bob felt nervous at first, but soon he and Jill were talking with ease. He couldn't keep his eyes off her jutting boobs, heavy with cleavage in her low-cut dress. He felt he was being too obvious, so to break the spell he asked her to dance to a slow number.
They quickly embraced on the dance floor. Her five foot, four inch frame almost merged into his body. He completely encircled her tiny waist with his arm and felt her tits melt against his chest. In seconds she was slowly grinding her hips into his. His prick began to stiffen immediately. A wave of erotic passion swept through him as he began a humping motion in time to the music. Jill moaned very softly and gently bit his ear lobe. He reciprocated by lightly ringing her ear with his tongue. At the end of the song they reluctantly returned to the dimly lit booth.
Doug and Lana had stayed on the dance floor. Jill quickly gave herself to Bob's willing embrace. She ran her hand over his hip and squeezed the bulge between his legs. Without a word she pulled his zipper down. Deft fingers worked there, searching for the hard rod. She wrapped her fingers around her conquest's dick and began slowly pumping him up and down. The warmth and velvety smoothness of his cock sent chills coursing through her. Their lips met. She took her other hand and pulled him closer; her tongue darted quickly in and out, lightly flicking across his lips. Almost teasingly, she avoided contact with his tongue until, finally, plunging it deeply into his mouth.
Bob's head reeled from the booze and from the attention his prick and mouth were getting. Her tongue caused him to suck forcefully, imagining it was one of her tits. Sliding his hand under the table he began rubbing the soft skin inside her thighs. She moaned and ran her dripping tongue back and forth across heated lips. Moving her leg, he came into contact with the clinging crotch of the girl's panties. It was wet already from her juices. He pulled the cloth aside and flicked his fingers up and down the sides of her pussy. Jill spread her legs in invitation, but Bob wanted to work on her a little more. He dropped his hand into the front of her dress. Roughly forcing his fingers under the massive cup, he pinched her already taut nipple. Jill cupped his pendulous balls while scraping his foreskin with her fingernail.
Bob lost all control. He jabbed a finger into her cunt. She was soaking wet, and the insertion made her twitch with passion. After probing for a minute, he wedged another finger in, and then a third. Jill was almost throwing herself off the bench. She was undulating her hips, frigging herself on Bob's busy fingers. Bob could see and feel that his nuts were starting to contract and pulsate.
"Honey, I don't want to waste this all over the floor," he whispered hoarsely. "Isn't there someplace we could go?"
"I've got an apartment, but God, Bob, I don't want you to stop!"
"Jill if we don't stop pretty soon, I'm gonna give these people one helluva show!" He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and kissing her lightly removed his hand from the cup of her bra. "It's going to be a minute before I can zip it up. I don't want to walk out of here with a hard-on. They both laughed lustily as Doug and Lana slid back into the booth.
"Captain, old pal, my first true love has come up to me with a great suggestion."
Lana giggled. "Don't you mean that you've come up with something big, Dougy Wougy?"
"Hush dear Lana Baby." Doug leaned towards the Captain and asked, "How about the four of us heading to the girls' apartment for a nightcap?"
"Lieutenant, lead the way, And, that's an order, boy!" In his excitement, Bob almost got out of the booth before remembering his zipper. With a boyish grin, he reached under the table to zip up, then led the procession to the parking lot.
They all piled into Lana's GTO. The apartment was only a few minutes off the strip, but Jill didn't like to waste even a few minutes. Bob sat in the back seat and Jill quickly stretched out, placing her head in Bob's lap. She had his limp tool in her hand in a flash. She quietly kissed all around the pink-colored knob. As the hunk of meat started to swell, she turned to lie on her stomach and took all eight inches into her mouth. Bob's head fell back in ecstasy. The slow movement of her mouth along the shaft of his cock was sending him into orbit.
When they arrived at the apartment, Jill told Lana to give Doug a tour of their pad. As soon as the other couple left the car, Jill returned to her task. "I just love to suck dicks," she cooed to Bob. "You don't have to do a thing." Pulling herself to a kneeling position, she attacked the massive root. Her entire body was rhythmically moving up and down as she drew the prick deep into her mouth, then letting it slide back out. Bob's ability to hold his orgasm in check was rapidly failing. Jill lowered her mouth to his weighty balls and carefully encircled one tenderly with her lips. While rolling it around in her mouth she pumped the rock-hard staff with her hand. In a moment Bob's breathing became raspy. Jill could feel his nuts straining to unload their wad. Seconds before he would have shot-off all over her face, Jill resumed sucking him to the base of his cock. His violent orgasm sent the creamy liquid shooting into her mouth. Jill swallowed again and again to take all of his load. When he had finished, she continued to suck out the last, final drops of the milky come.
"God, you sure don't waste any time," Bob said as Jill licked her lips dry.
She smiled and began gathering up her things to go into the apartment. They walked in to find Lana behind a living room bar. Doug was seated on a sumptuous, white leather sofa. "Hey, what are you two drinking?" Lana called out. They put in their orders, then Jill excused herself to go to the bathroom. Bob sat next to Doug.
"This place looks like a palace," Bob whispered to Doug.
Doug nodded his head while gulping down a mouthful of Southern Comfort. "That's just what I said to Lana. The two of them work as secretaries, but it seems that Lana's old man is filthy rich, back in the states, and he sends her a bundle each month."
"That's right, honey." Lana purred, handing Bob his drink. "My little ole' sugar daddy loves his babykins."
Jill had finished straightening herself out, and sat beside Bob. They clinked glasses in a mock toast, then Bob leaned close to her ear. "So, you're a kept woman, huh?" Jill recognized the tone of sarcasm and wasn't offended. "How'd you guess?" she asked innocently, and then her mood changed. "You'll see how kept I am. Lana orders me around like a goddamn slave!"
Bob watched her take another pull on her drink. What had she meant by that? But, Lana answered his question soon enough. She jumped from her spot next to Doug.
"I don't want to play games!" she announced with a glassy look in her eyes. "Come here, Jilly! Let's show the boys what we can do without 'em, then we'll show 'em what we can do with 'em."
Jill had a here-we-go-again look on her face as she put down her drink. Standing a bit uneasily from all the booze she had consumed, she stepped over to where Lana was waiting for her. Lana quickly wrapped her arms around the red head's voluptuous body. Jill couldn't resist her at all. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and both men could see their tongues rapidly darting in and out of each other's mouth. Lana pulled away then, and started unhooking Jill's bra. In a second or two, two perfectly shaped tits were bare to the eyes of the men. The nipples were jutting out in excitement. Lana slid Jill's panties down her legs, then turned to Bob and Doug, pulling Jill around.
"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet the real Jill Berger,"
Lana boomed in an announcer's voice. "As you can see, she is the real red head of the neighborhood!"
Giggling at her own joke, Lana stripped herself. She was very petite with small breasts and just a wisp of pussy hair. Without any further announcments she drew Jill to the floor where they locked in a fiery embrace. Lana's hands roamed over Jill's curves and hollows. As they kissed, both girls were writhing in the beginning stages of sexual excitement. Lana moved down on Jill, nibbling away at the soft skin on Jill's neck. Jill was on her back gyrating and facing the sofa. Her feet were planted firmly on the carpet, and Bob shared with Doug a delicious view of her flaming red bush. Jill was grinding her buttocks into the rug, and each new movement made her pussy open wider, invitingly. Both men were aroused to fever pitch while watching.
Lana was the obvious master. She brought her mouth hovering over one of Jill's nipples, then lowered on to it with a moan of desire. She plucked at it with her lips, drawing her head away from the boob to stretch the skin taut. Jill panted like a wounded animal, then cried out as Lana's hand found its way to the mound of red hair on her cunt. Jill's legs spread as wide open as they could go. Lana inserted a finger into the dripping pussy and rolled her arm in circles, forcing the cunt lips open. She began to press, with her thumb, on the bud of Jill's clitoris. Jill's legs were twitching uncontrollably. Lana seemed to take this as some sort of signal. She pulled her finger out and then kneeled over Jill's head. Jill immediately went to work eating Lana's cunt. Her tongue darted up to the girlish-looking pussy and pried the lips apart. Lana settled her ass down on Jill's face and took both her small tits in her own hands. With thumb and forefingers, Lana tweaked her nipples in time with her undulating hips. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as Jill sucked and slurped at the heart of her womanhood.
Bob and Doug exchanged glances. Both were hot and hard inside their pants and unbelievably anxious to join in the fun. Doug finally couldn't stand the confinement of his own clothing. He stood and dropped his clothing to the floor. Whipping off his underwear, he flung it into the air to let it land on the bar. His prick pointed almost straight up. Lana pulled herself over to Doug's feet and began a furious blow-job as Doug removed the rest of his apparel. Jill cried out to Bob to take off his goddamn clothes, too, and come and fuck her. Bob didn't need to be asked twice. He was naked in seconds and laying along side Jill on the floor. They embraced with animal lust. The feel of Bob's ram-rod cock pressing into her stomach sparked and set off an explosion inside of Jill. "FUCK ME!" SHE SCREAMED. "JAM YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT! FUCK ME!"
Her earthy language excited Bob all the more. He slipped in between her legs and gasped as Jill's hand grabbed his root and literally pulled it into her burning hole. Locking mouths in a kiss that almost hurt in its roughness, they began the primitive gyrations of sexual intercourse. Bob drew his full eight inches out to almost the tip, then plunged it in again fiercely. Jill clawed at his back and breathed like a wild woman into his mouth. Throwing her hips off the floor, she met each thrust with a returning one of her own. Bob knew he would be able to control himself. The blow-job in the car assured that, so he let Jill go crazy and time her own peak of ecstasy. It wasn't long in coming. Jill's movements became frenzied as the first violent waves of orgasm washed over her. She moaned and gasped in rhythm. It was building up fast. Her thrusts stopped. She laid there and quivered in the grips of uncontrollable spasms, then screamed as her cunt throbbed and locked on Bob's organ. As the contractions began dying, Bob jammed home his massive joint and emptied an enormous load into Jill's pulsating pussy. Most women would be content with a good fucking, but not Jill. She pulled on Bob's hips and brought him up to her mouth. His prick was dripping with her love juices and his come, and she popped it into her mouth to lick it dry. When finished, she fell back to the floor in near exhaustion. Bob dropped to her side. They settled to watch Lana and Doug.
When Doug had stripped himself bare, Lana continued sucking him off until she was sure that he was ready to blow his load. Then she told him to lay on his back on the sofa. She jumped up to kneel over his mouth. Jill's friend's saliva mixed with her own salty discharge to drip onto Doug's face, but he didn't mind at all. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and buried his face into her hind honey-pot. Lana threw herself forward to renew the meal she was making of his cock. Doug had never seen a girl with such a hairless cunt. It was like eating a virgin pussy and he relished it. His tongue drove into the bowls of her hole and licked in neat circles. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her entire outer lips while his tongue attended to the inside. Suddenly, Lana scooted down a bit on the sofa. Doug knew all the signals, so he pried open her bun cheeks and lightly flicked his tongue over her ass-hole. She almost fell from the sofa with a throaty moan. Quickly reversing herself Lana guided his cock into her cunt and sat on it. He thrilled as she began pumping her hips back and forth, then reached behind herself to insert her little finger in her saliva moistened bun hole. This triggered convulsions in her that drove her and Doug wild. They both came at the same time. His wad blended with her thick lubrication and ran out of her pussy to mat down his crotch hair. She bent over to kiss him, then they both sat up to catch their breath. Doug grinned at the sight of Bob lying spent on the floor.
"Mission accomplished?" he asked Bob in a mocking one.
"Over and out," was all Bob could think to say. The four satisfied bailers shared wicked smiles. Jill took new orders for drinks, then went to the bar with Lana. Bob watched them pad naked across the room, their asses bouncing lightly with each step. He was thinking how Lana had shoved her finger up her ass. The thought of ass-fucking was supposed to be something animal-like, but Bob had always wanted to do it with Judy. Maybe tonight he'd get a chance to try it.
The girls brought them the fresh drinks, but Lana sat next to Bob on the floor where a group of pillows were thrown together. Jill snuggled with Doug on the soggy sofa, wet from spilled booze and come juices. They weren't trying to read Bob's mind, this was their usual procedure whenever they had two guys in the apartment for fun and games. Nobody protested, so they drank and had a cigarette. Within minutes Doug was Frenching Jill and his cock was rising again. Jill said something about her ass hurting from fucking on the floor, so she and Doug went into the bedroom.
Lana stroked Bob's prick and said, "What's your pleasure?"
Bob wanted to come right out and suggest an ass-fuck, but he suddenly felt embarrassed about it. Lana sensed that he was being shy about something, so she decided to start things happening.
"Let's take a shower together, Bobby," she said excitedly, "I want you to go down on me, but I gotta clean out Doug's wad, first."
As they passed the bedroom door, they looked in on Jill and Doug. Doug was straddling Jill's chest with his cock in between her tits. Jill was pushing her tits together forming a perfect fucking grove for Doug's tool. Each time Doug pushed forward, Jill sucked the head of his dick. Man, she wasn't kidding when she said she liked to suck dicks, thought Bob.
Lana led Bob into the bathroom which was lavishly furnished. Sliding, clear glass doors opened on the largest, sunken bathtub Bob had ever seen. Lana started the bath while Bob took a much-needed piss. Yelling for him to come on in, the even-tempered water being fine, Lana slid back the door and stepped into the stream of hot water. Bob followed, closing the door behind him.
After they were both soaking wet, Lana began soaping up Bob's body. She ran the bar of soap over his shoulders, back, and ass, then lathered the suds. Moving the shower-head, she rinsed his backside off, then knelt on the floor of the tub. She washed his legs off. Lana never came right out and told anyone, but she liked ass-holes almost as much as pricks. And, she liked having hers buggered by a big, fat rod, too. Hoping to get this across to Bob, she ran her tongue along the crack of his ass. He'd never had that done to him before. The sensation was weird, but kind of sexy, too. When Lana stood up, he turned to face her. She lathered him all over and paid special attention to his prick. The soap suds were plenty and good lubrication as Lana's hand pumped him off. By the time she'd finished his dick was rock-hard again.
"Now you do me, Bobby," Lana chirped. "Give my cunt a good scrubbin' and do a special job on my ass-hole, Honey!"
Bob looked her in the eyes, and she winked at him. In seconds he had her all cleaned off, except for her crotch and rear end. He ran the bar of soap very slowly around the mound of her pussy. She stood with her legs far apart. He sat down and forced the end of the soap right into her cunt. Running it back and forth along her crack, he cleaned her out good, then she turned to rinse herself off in the stream of water. Turning back to him, she thrust her pussy into his face. The fresh smell of soap mixed with female odor really turned him on. He buried his tongue in her hole. Lana grabbed his head and moved it in motion with her hips. He felt his lips rasping over the protruding bud of her clitoris. She began to gyrate every which way. While attending to her cunt, he soaped his finger and ran it along her ass-hole. Lana almost slipped when she felt him touch her back there. It sent chills racing through her.
"Honey, I need your mouth there, not your finger," she said with another wink. Bob rinsed her big buns, then turned her toward the shower faucets. She bent forward, throwing her ass back in his face, and grabbed the faucets for leverage. He attacked her behind with a passion. First he licked the length of her crack, then rolled his tongue to force it right into the hole. All the while, he kept two fingers jammed in her cunt. With his tongue reaming her ass and his fingers plying the soft tissue of her inner crotch, Bob was sending Lana's passions soaring. She abruptly pulled away from him and stepped out of the tub. In a second she was back with a tube of Vaseline. Without saying a word, she greased his stiff cock, then worked the tube up her cunt. When it was snugly in place, she bent over and offered her ass to him once more. Bob braced himself and placed the root of his tool on the fold of her ass cheeks. He ran it up and down a few times to grease the crack, then took hold of his member and pushed it against her hole. Lana squirmed and relaxed her muscles. With a careful thrust, Bob popped the head of his dick into the brown, crinkled hole.
Lana gasped, then turned her head. "Go real slow, Honey, so's not to tear me up, and you'll get the fuck of your life!"
Bob gently pushed in two inches of his meat, then drew back. By repeating this, going a little deeper each time, he soon had in the entire length of his rod.
"I've got your number now, Bobby boy," Lana panted. "You can go to beat hell!"
Bob began pumping his hips faster. The tightness of the opening surprised him and gripped him like a fist. It felt like a virgin never-been-fucked pussy. The slap of his thighs against her ass reverberated off the tile walls as Lana started groaning and mouthing obscenities, "Bugger me, Bobby! Ream me a new ass-hole! Jam that big cock of yours into me! I love it! I'm gonna come just from your ass fuck." Bob's tempo increased. Lana was hanging onto the fixtures and moving with him, contracting her muscles to grab his rod even tighter. She started swooning, shaking her head from side to side. After getting a good hold on the faucet with one hand, she started masturbating herself with the tube of vaseline.
"Ah! Uhh!" She rammed the tube in and out of her cunt. The sight of her jacking herself off, with him in her ass, drove Bob wild. He fucked away for all the jamming he was worth. Lana let the tube drop to the floor of the tub as the throes of passion and orgasm tore her insides apart. She screamed piercingly in the confines of the bathroom. Bob's huge cock sent globs of come spurting into her ass. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Lana's waist as his spasms died down. They stood there in the stream of water letting their bodies come down from the heights of pleasure. Then, Bob drew his still-hard meat from her ass-hole. He watched as the tiny hole seemed to suck along the shaft of his dork, then spew forth his come. The jizz ran down her leg to mingle with the water.
They tenderly dried each other off and joined Doug and Jill on the bed for a smoke. Doug leaned to Bob and said, "Well, buddy, what have you got to say for yourself?"
Bob stretched out before answering. "Man, I know now why they call this place Paradise!"
"Shit! You ain't seen nothing yet!" Doug shot back. "Tomorrow night I'm taking you to the heart of the Red Light District!"
Jill piped up. "I kind of thought you guys might want to come over here tomorrow night ... "
"Honey," Doug said while fondling one of her tits, "My pal and I don't have much time over here. You gals are the greatest, but we've got to play tourist, if ya know what I mean?" Jill lit a cigarette, to cover the hurt look on her face. Doug quickly wiped away that look with a jab of his finger.
"Okay, hot nuts." she said. "Go ball yourself silly tomorrow night. But, right now, you can concentrate on our bodies!"
The girls left the bedroom to fetch another round of drinks, and Bob settled back with Doug to wait for them to return. Instead of separate drinks, they came back with a full bottle of Southern Comfort. Lana said, "We're all gonna get smashed!" To prove her point she took an enormous pull from the bottle, and then handed it to Doug. After they had passed it back and forth for about half an hour they were all flying high.
"Let's be one happy family," slurred Lana. She pushed Doug onto his back, then straddled his face. He immediately began eating her out. Lana motioned to Jill, who had started blowing Doug. Bob stood by the foot of the bed and started jamming home his prick into Jill dog-style. The four of them seemed to pulsate as one. As Bob dove forward in his fucking motion, Jill would swallow Doug whole. This made Doug raise up and really lick out
Lana's insides, while she played with her tits and bounced on his face. They were so drunk, that they made a game of coming up with different positions. Bob laid on his back with Lana sitting on his erect cock. Doug stood in front of Lana so she could suck him off, and Jill locked in an embrace with Bob while Lana fingered her cunt. Lana then came up with another of her great suggestions. While she fucked with Bob underneath her, Jill greased up Doug and he went at Lana's ass-hole. Lana could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other inside of her. The sensation was unbelievable! The guys took turns thrusting in and out. Doug raised her ass with his adept hands so that she could move on Bob's prick. The three of them kept this up for a few minutes, then Lana blew her top with the wildest orgasm of her life. She almost bit through Bob's shoulder as the convulsions racked her body. The force of the orgasm coupled with the Southern Comfort was too much for Lana. She finally rolled off Bob and passed out into a deep sleep.
Doug had blown his wad up Lana's ass, so he was shot for awhile as well. But, Bob was still going strong. Jill laid down between his legs. She cupped his balls in her hands and kissed them. She knew it would take a lot to charge Bob's batteries after all the sex he'd already had. After a moment's thought, she sat with her face away from him, on his stomach. Grabbing his cock, she rubbed it all over her glistening bush. She wedged his meat up under her cunt lips, right against her clit. By pumping her hips, she neatly masturbated herself on his dick head. Bob was using his fingers to set her cunt burning at the same time.
Jill waited until her groin muscles were twitching with desire. Then, she knelt up and ran Bob's prick in and out of her box. Eventually, when he was covered with her juices, she lowered her head and licked him clean. Then, she started over. Two, or three, jabs in her pussy. Lick him clean. More jabs. More licks. Bob forgot about everything and lay back to enjoy this new thrill. Jill kept increasing her speed until she was bouncing Lana's drunken form up and down with her.
"Let me know when you're ready," she panted to Bob. "I don't want to waste your load."
"I'm ready right now!" Bob hissed.
Jill arched her back and engulfed his cock with her mouth. She didn't draw back. She just sucked with all her might. As Bob's come shot out and down her throat, he pulled her pussy to his lips. A few flicks of Bob's tongue was all it took to send Jill into orgasm. Her cunt drippings were a thick, gooey liquid which Bob lapped up greedily. They locked in a sixty-nine warm embrace until Bob had gone limp. Jill flopped next to Lana's inert body and mumbled something about the best cock she'd ever sucked.
Bob had to force himself to stay awake. He stumbled into the living room. Doug was already dressed.
"I called a cab when you told Jill you were ready," Doug snickered. "You did mean ready to leave, didn't you?"
"Jesus Christ!" Bob fell onto the sofa and began dressing. "If there had been three girls here, I'd probably have been killed tonight!"
"Like I said, old buddy, you ain't seen nothing yet!"