Chapter 9
The interior and furnishings of Chad Winthrop's private jet, Jetstream One was the ultimate in sophisticated rock decadence. The main cabin area's normal seats had been removed and, in their place, plush leather chairs, casual tables of varying shapes, large oriental cushions and two bars had been installed. The entire area was a mind-blowing kaleidoscope of color, a bit disorienting until one allowed the psychedelic environment to wash over and capture one's eye and mind.
As Chad worked his way through the area, heading for the cockpit, the rock star paused to say hello to those friends and associates who were making the flight with him. He had warm kisses for Glory, Laurie, and Pepper who were involved in a heated game of strip backgammon. Pepper, giggling in her irrepressible manner, asked when "the games" were going to start. Chad grinned and shook his head. "As soon as we've got this turkey in the air. Can you keep your pants on until then?"
Laurie and Glory snickered and Pepper shot them a fast raspberry with her pink little tongue before turning back to Chad. "I'm not wearing any pants. Wanna see?"
The girl started to lift the hem of her red, white and blue micro-miniskirt, but Chad stopped her. "Plenty of time for that later, babe." He kissed the adorable little vixen on the mouth and moved on through the main cabin.
Lisa was sitting having a quiet rap with Carmen while, at a nearby table, Chad's manager, Spade Gaffer was discussing business with Long John. "What say, Brains?" Chad directed at Gaffer.
The manager looked up, his craggy face breaking into a grin. "Everything's together. We should be taking off within the next few minutes and then it's five hours of flyin' and fuckin' till we hit La Guardia. I've booked an entire floor at the Sherry Netherlands, so there should be plenty of elbow room for the zoo." This last was said with a knowing chuckle and a wave of an arm in the direction of the people onboard.
Chad nodded and approached a tall, lean young man with long black hair and an evil-looking mustache. The man, respected rock critic Anton Ostroff, was one of the few members of the rock press with whom Chad had been able (and willing) to establish a close, personal friendship. Anton had written a number of clever, positive articles about the rock star and, more recently, about the Wild Cherries, but he only touched lightly upon Chad and the girls' personal lifestyle. This was understandable given the fact that Ostroff often participated in the wild parties and so on which the rock star he so admired enjoyed organizing for his family and close friends.
As Chad neared the critic, Ostroff was whispering something into the ears of the plane's two handpicked stewardesses, Ginny and Gayle. They were both tall, well-built brunettes who were obviously delighted with whatever Anton was laying on them verbally. Their giggling ceased abruptly as Chad joined their cozy little group.
"Chad. Good to lay eyes on you-you greasy old son of a bitch!" Anton grinned. He gestured towards the now-subdued stews. "Meet Ginny and Gayle. I told them that given the kind of trip that was gonna evolve this time around, they'd probably want to forego their salaries just out of sheer gratitude for the craziness they will no doubt take part in. Right, chickies?"
The two lissome young stews grinned, never once taking their eyes off their new employer. Chad, smiling warmly, sized them up quickly and gave them each a casual pat on their pert little asses. "I'm sure Mr. Gaffer filled you in on the way we travel. The release forms he had you sign were merely to protect-the guilty!"
The girls laughed and Gayle looked Chad straight in the eye. "Does the term 'the guilty' apply to us, Mr. Winthrop?" Ginny chuckled.
"Call me Chad. The only person who calls me 'Mr. Winthrop' is my banker and the dudes from the IRS." He grinned slyly at Gayle and winked at Ginny. "As far as your question is concerned-guilty is as guilty does or thinks. In other words, ladies, feel free to mingle and tingle with the rest of us-if our idea of fun and games appeals to you. See ya later."
With that, Chad headed into the rear part of the plane. Like the other main area this one had no normal appointments. Instead, the spacious area had been redesigned and outfitted with three king-sized water beds which featured vibrating mechanisms and multicolored light wheels built into the beds themselves. Aside from the beds there were three large basket chairs which hung from the ceiling on long, thick metal chains. The curious thing about the chairs, however, was that they had no bottoms-just wicker frames. Chad glanced at the chairs as he worked his way towards the cockpit, thinking to himself that somewhere between LA and New York he was definitely going to introduce the two stews to the chairs-and let nature and his imagination take it from there! The sybaritic rock star grinned to himself as he felt his massive cock rising inside his suede pants.
Although he owned the aircraft, Chad followed standard flight procedure and knocked on the door to the cockpit, rather than just walking in. "If you're a skyjacker, stay the fuck out! But if you're a friend bearing compliments for the captain c'mon in!" Chad chuckled as Dengrove's resonant voice boomed through the door.
Chad opened the door and hunched over in the equipment-crammed cockpit. He slapped Dengrove on the back. "Cliff, I've gotta tell you that I'm knocked out that you decided to quit Triangle and work full time for me and the Cherries. It's gonna be a gas!"
Dengrove shook Chad's hand warmly. "Thank Pepper. That little fox did everything including threatening to bite my cock off when I was asleep if I didn't accept your offer!" The two men laughed. Dengrove turned to a dignified-looking man of about forty. "Chad, meet Ted Turner-your new copilot. I stole him from Continental. Told him that we'd move his tail for him a hell of a lot better than they ever could!"
Chad and Turner shook hands. "Welcome to the weird world of rock 'n roll aboard the Jetstream One," Chad grinned. Turner smiled and then returned to his preparations for takeoff. Chad motioned Dengrove to follow him out of the cockpit.
Once the two men were alone in the small galley area, Chad grinned at Dengrove. "I assume this Turner dude can fly solo?"
Dengrove nodded his head. "Absolutely. But that's sort of a strange question, isn't it? You know I wouldn't hire anyone but the best, Chad."
Chad put his arm over the pilot's shoulder. "Get with it, Cliff. I asked only for your benefit. I wanted to make sure you'd be able to let go of your jet joystick for a while-so that some delectable little female morsel could ... ah ... play with your own personal joystick-if you can dig where I'm coming from!"
Dengrove smiled. "I love where your head is and I appreciate the concern for a horny old senior pilot. Don't worry, I'll be in on as much of the action as . possible. Turner, however, will be confined to the pit for the first couple of flights until he gets the hang of the kind of flying circus you rock stars like to put on to while away the flying time. Now get your skinny ass back into the main cabin so that I can get this flying orgy off the ground!"
Chad slapped his friend and pilot on the shoulder. "Right you are, Smilin' Jack-off! See you at thirty thou."
Dengrove returned to the cockpit. Chad, his mind racing with the fantasies he knew would turn into sucking and fucking reality within a very short time, rubbed the hard bulge at his crotch and thought to himself that it couldn't happen too soon as far as he was concerned. That wild fuck he and Lisa had indulged in on the way to the plane had only served to prime his engine-and his insatiable appetite.
By the time Dengrove's assured, soothing voice had announced that the plane was on course for New York at a cruising altitude of 33,000 feet, things were beginning to come to life in the main cabin areas of Chad's flying mansion. Someone had activated the high-powered stereo system and the sounds of Chad's music, interspersed with the hit records of The Wild Cherries, filled the plane with the sensuous driving rhythms of high-energy rock.
Long John Burns was seated at a low table, calmly manufacturing marijuana cigarettes from a large shoebox full of the weed. The roadie's deft fingers were rolling joints at an amazing speed and the finished product was, in turn, being offered to the members of the party by the two stews, Ginny and Gayle. They each carried the joints around on small, sterling silver trays bearing Chad's personal monogram. Almost everyone gratefully accepted the proffered goodies which, Long John assured everyone, was "high-potency giggle grass from Hawaii-Maui Wowee! for those of you who like to know the name of the game you're smoking."
Within minutes the pungent aroma of the grass had permeated the cabin and Spade Gaffer, who contented himself with a bottle of Southern Comfort, yelled to the company at large: "Have a fucking heart! Take pity on an old dude with asthma-and blow the smoke up somebody's ass instead of in my face!" This evoked a long round of laughter from everyone in earshot.
Chad was sitting beside Lisa and Carmen who were engrossed in a game of poker. Chad whispered in Lisa's ear and the beautiful girl grinned. "That's fine with me. Whatever turns you on, sweet baby. But you do have a thing for stewardesses, don't you?" Chad grinned and Carmen smiled knowingly to herself.
Chad motioned Gayle and Ginny to follow him to the forward cabin. The two stews left their trays of joints on a table and, exchanging excited glances, eagerly followed the charismatic rock star.
As they passed the twins and Pepper, Chad chuckled at the sight of the three young girls. Their game of strip backgammon had progressed to the point where all three nubile young girls were now clad only in tiny bikini panties. He paused for a moment, bending down to bestow moist kisses on the hard-nippled tits of all three. As he stood up to move on, Pepper pouted: "A lick and a promise, is that all we get, big star?"
Chad quickly reached out and tweaked one of Pepper's pert little nipples. "Cool it, hot stuff. Captain Fantastic will be putting this Piper Cub on automatic pilot in a minute and then I'm sure you'll get everything you're dying' for." He looked at Glory and Laurie and winked salaciously. "As for you two-might I suggest that you get friendly with Anton? It's rumored that he's got a seven-inch tongue and a nine-inch dong." The twins looked at each other and it was obvious that Chad's suggestion didn't fall on deaf ears. They jumped up and left Pepper sitting alone-holding four Aces.
A few minutes later, Chad and the two brunette stews were lying together on one of the water beds, sharing a joint. While the girls began drifting off into their own personal head trips induced by the spacey grass, Chad casually began to fool around with their formfitting zipped jumpsuits. The girls, giggling, put up no resistance to Chad's slow maneuverings with their clothes.
Mentally licking his lips, Chad slowly pulled Gayle's zipper down and when the jumpsuit had opened to a point just below the girl's rib cage her large, firm breasts bulged out of the sides of the outfit. Chad paused and reached a hand into the stew's suit and began fondling the hard, large boob. Gayle sighed with pleasure and took another drag on the joint which she then passed to Ginny.
While Chad mashed and kneaded first one and then the other of the girl's tits in his large hands, Gayle snaked her own small hand down between Chad's legs and fumbled around for the zipper of his suede pants. She quickly and deftly unzipped the pants and gave out a little gasp as Chad's erect penis sprang free of its confinement. "How groovy-a rock star who's rock-hard!" she giggled.
Chad unzipped the girl's jumpsuit all the way and then began peeling the garment from her smooth-skinned, voluptuous body. The girl wriggled around and lifted her ass off the bed to facilitate matters and, a moment later, Chad was feasting his eyes on an almost perfectly proportioned body.
Ginny, meanwhile, had disposed of the joint and was quickly removing her own outfit. A moment later the trio was stark naked, running hands up and down one another's bodies. Ginny made a dive for Chad's crotch with her mouth and managed to wrap her full lips around the head of Chad's burgeoning cock before he gently pulled her away. "Did I do something wrong?" the girl asked a bit tentatively.
Chad chuckled. "Not at all. I just thought that since you're the girls who usually wind up serving everybody else, I'd turn the tables and do you up first. Sound like a workable plan?" The girls nodded and smiled with delight. "Great!" said Chad. "Now get your cute little asses out of bed and prepare yourselves for a treat."
The girls willingly did Chad's bidding and the singer led them to the hanging basket chairs, motioning for them to each sit down in one. "But there's no bottom!" protested Gayle.
Chad laughed. "Trust me. Just leaving the driving to old Chad, okay?" The girls nodded and quickly sat down in two of the chairs which hung side by side. Chad watched as their well-rounded asses slipped into the chairs and protruded below the frames. The chairs themselves were suspended at about waist-level off the floor of the plane.
Chad quickly removed a long dildo from a nearby cupboard and the girls' eyes widened as he approached them, a lustful look in his eyes-and a massive erection sticking straight out from his crotch. "Ready for something a little different, fly girls?" he chuckled.
Before Gayle or Ginny could react, Chad had positioned himself, on his knees, between the two basket chairs. Gayle shrieked with delight as Chad's long tongue snaked up from under the bottom of the chair directly into the girl's already moist, excite' pussy. He snaked around, flicking his tongue back and forth on the girl's sensitive clitoris until love juice began to trickle out of the girl's vagina which was spread open and completely vulnerable by the way in which the bottomless chair acted upon her pussy lips. When the girl was squirming and moaning, her pussy drenched with her own flowing juices, Chad quickly inserted the long dildo straight up into her gaping honeyhole. The girl gasped with pleasure as the surrogate cock penetrated to the very depths of her cunt. "Now you work on yourself for a bit while I put Ginny into orbit," Chad said softly. The girl clutched the dildo and began pistoning it in and out of her hungry little pussy.
Chad then applied his mouth to Ginny's equally widespread pussy and sucked and tongued until she too was moaning in ecstasy, the chair swaying gently as a result of her wriggling and squirming.
The rock star then stood up and, pulling the bottom of the chair towards him, smiled as the girl's wet vaginal passage came into view, juices trickling down her legs and onto the carpeted floor. With one graceful motion, Chad plunged his long, rampant cock directly into Ginny's gaping snatch and smiled to himself as the young woman screamed with pleasure as she felt the cock worm its way up inside her, the angle formed by the positioning of the chair causing Chad's cock to rub against her love button with every surging thrust.
After a few minutes the girl screamed out her first orgasm and Chad kept plunging in and out of the girl's clutching, contracting, sloshing cunt. Love-juice was literally pouring out of the girl's hole and her pink pussy-lips grabbed greedily at Chad's cock on every outstroke. Ginny's wails were joined by the sounds of Gayle who had quickly brought about a climax of her own with the long plastic dildo.
When Ginny's body had stopped shaking and quivering, Chad withdrew his still-hard cock from her cunt, the motion provoking a hissing, popping sound as his enormous prick slipped quickly out of her heated, flowing cunt.
Chad then removed the dildo from Gayle's pussy and quickly rammed it up Ginny's still-quivering box with one graceful, moan-provoking motion. Ginny quickly grabbed the imitation cock from Chad and began frigging herself as fast as possible, bringing herself to another roaring orgasm within seconds.
Gayle's eyes widened with anticipation and excitement as Chad pulled the chair towards his massive prick and slowly inserted the long, thick member into the girl's heated honeypot. "Ahhh! This is the most incredible way to fuck I've ever come across!" the girl moaned, gripping the sides of the wicker chair with both hands as Chad's slippery tool snaked deep into her cunt and she screamed as the knobby head came in contact with her coiled cervix.
While Chad was absorbed in his violent screwing of the chair-bound stew, Dengrove emerged from the cockpit and stopped beside the threesome. "I might have known those chairs weren't meant for something as corny as sitting in!" the pilot chuckled. "See you out front, Chad?"
Chad, continuing to piston his cock in and out of Gayle's sopping cunt, grinned at Dengrove. "I'll get there sooner or later." He thrust deeply into Gayle with tremendous force. The girl screamed. "Someone's got to entertain our hard-working stews," Chad chuckled.
A telltale bulge began to form beneath the pilot's tight-fitting slacks as he watched the incredibly horny scene. Ginny was fucking herself frantically with the dildo, her free hand alternately massaging her gently swaying tits. Gayle, who had both hands free, was sensuously rubbing the hard, pointy nipples of her own gorgeous melons with her palms, gasping from the erotic sensations which surged through her body as Chad ground his hard meat into her squirming box at the same time.
Dengrove licked his lips and headed quickly for the main cabin area. As he parted the velvet curtains separating Chad's private area from the main section of the jet, Dengrove stopped dead in his tracks. The sight before him was such that the pilot began literally ripping the clothes from his body, his eyes darting around in an attempt to take in the whole insane sexual circus in front of him.
On a pile of plush cushions Anton Ostroff, the rock critic, was lying flat on his back. Glory, her red hair and freckled tits whipping back and forth, was impaled on the man's incredibly long cock. The girl was facing towards the man's feet, her ass bouncing up and down as her tight pussy slid wildly up and down the man's come-slickened shaft.
Anton's face was hidden under Laurie's red-haired crotch which the young twin was rotating around and around as the horny rock critic's long tongue lashed in and out of her creaming cunt. Laurie was stretched out on her stomach and while Anton lapped away at her tight little pussy, Laurie was greedily sucking away on Long John's thick cock. The hip road manager was crouched on the cushions, a beatific smile spread ear to ear as the honeyed mouth of the gorgeous young girl gobbled his cock and simultaneously squeezed his balls with sensuous movements of her small hands.
Dengrove watched the writhing quartet for a moment and then walked over to where Chad's manager, Spade Gaffer, had the sultry housekeeper, Carmen, spread-eagled across a low coffee table. Dengrove, stroking his pulsating cock almost absentmindedly, moved in closer for a better look. His eyes bugged out as he saw Gaffer's thick prick ramming with slow, steady strokes in and out of the brown-skinned beauty's gaping snatch. The woman was gasping and heaving her strong buttocks around as the sexually sophisticated Gaffer tormented and teased her with his log-like piece of man-meat. "Faster! Dios! Faster, por favor!" Carmen hissed, but Gaffer just grinned and continued to skewer his cock in a corkscrew motion in and around the clasping channel which the woman kept jamming up against him.
Dengrove impulsively walked to the end of the table where Carmen's head was dangling over the edge. She saw him coming and, smiling, opened her full mouth wide in invitation. Dengrove guided his rock-hard pecker in between the woman's wet lips and he gasped as she immediately applied a tremendous suctioning pressure on the bulbous cockhead. Dengrove began to thrust his hips in such a way as to force almost all of his pulsating dick into the woman's eager mouth. Gaffer, meanwhile, was increasing the speed and intensity of his cockthrusts into Carmen's cunt and, in response, the woman began sucking and tonguing Dengrove's massive hard-on with a vengeance. After only a few minutes of such a vigorous assault on his already supercharged cock, the pilot felt the pent-up semen in his aching balls begin to explode up his cock-stem. He quickly jammed the entire length of his throbbing penis down the woman's throat as the boiling come began spurting from the end of his cock. Carmen gagged momentarily as the full force of Dengrove's ejaculation splashed in huge, thick globular jets against the back of her throat. She quickly recovered and began greedily gulping down the man's hot, gushing jism. She squeezed his balls in an attempt to force every last drop of semen from his quickly deflating scrotum.
Just as Dengrove was pumping out the last of his juices down into the eager throat of the Chicano sex bomb, Gaffer pounded his cock into Carmen with such fury that it brought the woman to her own roaring, surging climax. As she let out a long, wailing scream of satisfaction, the pilot's semi-erect member slipped from her mouth, a large glob of semen still clinging to the head of his cock.
Dengrove stood still for a moment, watching as Carmen thrashed about in the throes of her orgasm which was so violent that Gaffer had trouble keeping his still-erect love muscle buried inside the spasming cunt of the frantically heaving woman.
"Save some for me, Captain Fantastic!"
Dengrove wheeled in the direction of Pepper's unmistakable high-pitched voice. The girl whose cherry he had so lovingly taken six months earlier (and with whom he had enjoyed many incredible fucks since then) was lying with her face buried in Lisa's blonde muff. The two sisters were on a long cushion not far from the table where Gaffer was continuing to fuck madly away at Carmen's juice-drenched box.
Dengrove grinned and walked swiftly over to join Pepper and her older sister. Lisa had her knees drawn up tight against her chest, flattening her gorgeous tits and exposing the pink-flanged gash of her creaming pussy to Pepper's dexterous mouth and tongue. The fifteen-year-old sex kitten stopped eating her sister out and looked up at the pilot. "Lisa's about ready to come for the forth or fifth time-so don't go away. My cunt's on fire and I need Captain Fantastic to hose it down with his magic foam!"
With that, Pepper reapplied her sensuous mouth to Lisa's gaping hole. The girl thrust her tongue as far up into her sister's cunt as it would go and then began wiggling the lingual member around and around, a process that drew moans of pleasure from the older woman. Lisa reached down and entwined her slender fingers into Pepper's blonde hair, forcing the younger girl's face even tighter against her sister's wildly heaving crotch. "Here it comes! Good Christ! I'm gonna cream again!" Lisa screamed. Pepper worked her mouth furiously, licking, sucking and tugging at Lisa's erect clitoris with her sparkling white teeth.
Dengrove couldn't stand it a moment longer. His cock was again as hard as a rock and he needed to shove it into something warm and wet-like Pepper's exposed little anus. The pilot quickly got down on his knees and, gently forcing Pepper's thighs apart, pushed the head of his cock against her puck ered little brown-rimmed asshole. He heard her grunt as he slowly but inexorably rammed his shaft up into her tight rear passage.
A shiver ran down Dengrove's spine as Lisa, in the grip of an overpowering orgasm, suddenly cut loose with a blood-curdling scream. The sound so incited Dengrove's already rampant lust that the man buried his cock to the hilt in Pepper's anus with one frenzied lunge. This brought forth a shrill scream of erotic pleasure from the young girl who was frantically lapping up the copious quantities of sex syrup which was gushing out of her older sister's orgasm-wracked cunt.
After a moment, Lisa's body went completely limp. Pepper immediately withdrew her head from between the older girl's legs and jerked her body forward, yanking Dengrove's pistoning cock out of her asshole. "Hey! What gives?" yelled the surprised pilot.
Pepper wheeled on him with a wicked, lustful grin. "I give. That's what gives!"
Whereupon the aggressive young girl pushed Dengrove onto his back and quickly straddled his crotch. With a tiny hand she swiftly guided his twitching, concrete-hard cock to the opening of her tight little pussy. As the cockhead slid easily between her moist pussy lips, Pepper let her lower body come down hard, driving the pilot's cock deep within the straining channel of her cunt. Dengrove groaned as he felt his tortured cock being grasped tightly by the wet, warm, slippery, elastic walls of Pepper's amazing little honeyhole. The man began thrusting his ass up against Pepper as she levered herself faster and faster up and down the come-slickened pole which pierced her to the quick.
In Chad's private area, the rock star was lying on a water bed between two sexually satiated stewardesses. While Chad leisurely dragged on a joint of the powerful Hawaiian grass, Gayle was gently and sensuously sucking on his semi-erect cock. The girl's hot wet mouth slid up and down Chad's long sex pole, at times disappearing totally into the girl's oral cavity. Drawing her lips up to the very tip of his cock, the sexy stew adoringly rolled the tip of her long red tongue over and around the sensitive corona, occasionally attempting to force the tip of her lingual member inside the tiny slit at the tip of Chad's cock.
Ginny was not content to just lie around and watch her fellow stew luxuriate in the eating of Chad's monstrous cock. She slipped her head down under Gayle's and began sucking gently on Chad's balls, all the while running her tapered fingers inside the crease of the rock star's anus. Finally she managed to insert one long digit into Chad's asshole and he moaned softly as he felt the girl's finger move sinuously up inside his rectum. He squirmed around as Ginny began twisting her digit around inside the tight passage, scraping the tender walls with her fingernail.
While Chad lay blissfully basking in the sensations coursing through his lean body, it occurred to him that he and the two stewardesses had been alone together for a good two or three hours. Not that it hadn't been-and still was-dynamite, but he felt like joining the others and seeing what kind of trips were going down in the main cabin.
Chad dragged pensively on the grass while the soft, slurping sounds of Gayle and Ginny's sucking and licking drifted up and flowed around him. He could, he thought, lie here until the fucking plane came into New York. After all, these two new vixens had proven to be the most incredibly accommodating chicks he'd made it with in the past few days-not counting Lisa, Pepper, Glory, Laurie, and Carmen, of course.
But he was getting a bit restless. He and the two stews had fucked in every conceivable position. He'd even stood on his head against the cabin wall while Gayle and Ginny went down on his always-ready cock. He'd fucked them dog style, humped them in the old wheelbarrow fashion, walking them around the cabin with his cock rammed down their cunts from the rear....
Then it hit him! He knew just what he wanted to do during the last leg of the trip. He gently disengaged the girls from his crotch and sat up in the bed. "Ladies," he grinned mischievously, "we are going to play 'Activities Director' and organize a super little treat for everyone on-board-except for Turner, the horny old bugger who's currently flying this fuck palace on wheels. C'mon."
The two girls looked a bit puzzled, but they obligingly got out of the water bed, their firm, large, hard-nippled tits bouncing and bobbing to Chad's undisguised delight. "Before we join the others," he said softly, "I just want to tell you that you're both terrific. And I don't just mean as bed partners. I dig you both and I hope you'll stay with Winthrop Enterprises for as long as you can stand the craziness." He put his arms tenderly around the two nubile young stewardesses. "I love you. I want you to know that. Naturally, now that you're part of the organization, there'll be certain special bonuses and fringe benefits-stuff like that. But Gaffer will clue you in on the details."
Gayle and Ginny, obviously affected by their new employer's sincerity and warmth, both started to speak at once. They giggled and Gayle nodded to Ginny. Ginny looked at Chad adoringly. "Chad, we've already got more bonuses than we ever imagined beyond our wildest dreams. You're a real person. Frankly, when Cliff Dengrove offered us the jobs, we were a bit leery about working for what we figured would be another fucked-up egomaniacal rock star."
Gayle nodded in agreement and added: "As far as I'm concerned-and I'm sure I can speak for Ginny, too-you've got yourself a couple of loyal stews and a couple of friends. We dig you a lot, Chad."
Chad Winthrop blushed! He scuffed his bare feet around on the carpet and then, at a loss for words, gently slapped each girl lovingly on the ass. "Let's get it on! It sounds like the party's dying out there."
Chad was only partially correct. The party wasn't dying, but most of the group were lying around smoking dope or gently fucking as if waiting for something new to happen to raise the general energy level.
Chad entered, Gayle and Ginny flanking him, and, after a quick glance around, put two fingers to his lips and cut loose with a piercing whistle. "Okay, sports fans, the Head Coach has arrived with a new play!"
There were scattered cheers, some applause, and Lisa stuck out her tongue and let loose with a bronx cheer which broke the room up.
When the laughter had died down, Chad perched on a bar stool. Just as he was about to lay his "new play" on the gathering, Pepper stood up on a chair and yelled: "Before Mr. Big Time Rock Star dazzles us with some perverted trip or another, I'd like to make an announcement. That is, I'd like to make it on behalf of Laurie, Glory, and myself-better known to the record world as 'The Wild Cherries.' "
The room grew quiet and Pepper motioned to Spade Gaffer who ambled over to where the young girl stood buck naked on her chair. He slipped something into her small hand and she bent down and kissed him. Pepper then turned to face the group, a wide grin on her pert face.
"I'll make it short and sweet because, if I know Chad, he's got fucking still on his twisted brain!"
There was laughter all around as the spunky little vixen continued. "You all know that our latest album went Number One and that, according to our manager-the amazing Spade Gaffer-the three of us have all the bread we'll ever need. Well, maybe almost all we'll ever need. Anyway, we just wanted to let you guys know that we won't have to do all our family entertaining at Chad's place anymore. It's not fair for him to lay everything on us all the time."
Pepper held up a set of gold keys on a thin gold chain. "As soon as we get back to LA, Laurie, Glory and I are taking possession of a dynamite mansion not far from Chad and Lisa's. We're gonna call it Cherry Hill and you've all got a standing open invitation to fall by and stay as long as you please." Pepper and her twin sisters looked lovingly at Chad and their older sister. Then Pepper continued: "We feel we're big girls now and that we shouldn't burden our incredible sister and her equally dynamite old man with three spacey Texas cowgirls. As far as we're concerned the family remains completely intact, except now we can lavish on them-and you-what's been so lovingly lavished on us. Ah, shit! This is getting sloppy and sentimental. Chad, take it from here, will ya please! I think somebody'll throw up if I keep running off at the mouth!"
Pepper climbed down off the chair and, together with Laurie and Glory, ran to embrace Lisa and Chad. Everyone in the room applauded, cheered, whistled, and congratulated the three young girls who were now stars in their own right-and still as unspoiled as they were when they first showed up at Lisa's and Chad's.
Finally the commotion died down and Chad addressed the happy group of friends. "Well, Pepper did herself proud. And I'm glad I held off with my little idea until now-'cause now we've got even more to celebrate. What I've got in mind might seem a little square to you jaded old sex fiends, but screw it! The best things can never be considered square when they still work. So, without further ado, Lisa and I will start the beginning of a good old lip-smacking daisy chain! Or as I like to call ita total rock and roll around! Any objections?"
There were none. People quickly moved the furniture in the cabin back against the walls, creating a large, totally open space in which the dozen revelers could operate freely.
Chad gently laid Lisa down on the plush carpet. As her back came in contact with the floor, the girl's beautiful face lit up with a loving smile and she held her arms out to Chad, at the same time spreading her shapely legs as wide as possible. Chad lowered himself down over Lisa's prone body and quickly slithered his hard cock deep into her hungry, wet love channel.
The couple began to ball slowly and passionately for a few moments while the rest of the group watched intently. Pausing for a moment, Chad looked up with a grin. "Two daisies do not make a chain. GET IT ON!"
And get it on they did. Ginny lay down on the floor and presented her moist pink pussy to Lisa's eager mouth. Lisa quickly began sluicing her long tongue into the warm depths of the stewardess's honeyhole. Spade Gaffer lay down in front of Ginny and moved into position so that his long, thick cock was poking at the girl's eager mouth. Ginny took the rock manager's dick into her hot mouth and began to suck slowly and rhythmically on the older man's sex-root.
Pepper quickly joined the group on the carpet, positioning her limber body so that her hungry young cunt was pressed tightly against Gaffer's face. The man quickly lashed out with his tongue and began sucking the sweet nectar which was already beginning to drip from Pepper's hot little snatch.
Dengrove caught Pepper's eye and she winked. "C'mon, Captain Fantastic. Get down here and shove some high-flying cock in my mouth!"
The pilot threw himself to the floor and Pepper grabbed his cock and began stuffing it greedily into her ovaled, honey-sweet mouth. Dengrove's groans mingled with the erotic sounds of passion which were beginning to build all along the still-incomplete chain.
Glory, a dildo in her hand, lay down with her crotch at Dengrove's head. The pilot reached up and, after groping around in the redhead's moist bush for a few moments, gently wormed three long fingers up the girl's eager snatch. Glory squirmed around on the impaling digits and sighed with pleasure as Dengrove's fingers quickly fired up her cunt and began to elicit creamy sex-soup from her tight little passage.
Glory caught Laurie's eye and, with a grin, held the dildo aloft. Laurie quickly lay down, presenting her matching red-furred snatch to her sister's hand. Glory rammed the long dildo straight up into her sister's gaping hole, bringing a scream of pleasure from the young girl.
While Laurie wriggled around, her cunt sucking the giant dildo deep inside, Anton Ostroff, cock in hand, joined the circle. He lay down, his nine-inch cunt-stretcher within easy reach of Laurie's mouth.
The girl wriggled around until she had Anton's cock captured in her small hand. Then, with an intensity and speed which took the hip critic's breath away, she slid her hot mouth down over the man's incredibly long pole. She managed to get all but a couple of inches into her mouth, stroking what remained outside with her hand. Ostroff gasped as the girl's velvet oral cavity closed over his pulsating prick with a spine-tingling warmth and suction.
Gayle, the second stew, joined the circle, lowering her supple body down to the carpet. She wriggled her pussy close to Anton Ostroff's hand and the rock critic immediately thrust three fingers deep into the excited girl's creaming honeypot. The gasps, moans, and heavy breathing from the nearly completed chain of orgiastic participants almost drowned out the sounds of the stereo which still played in the background.
In the meantime, Carmen, armed with a dildo of her own, had lain down behind Chad and was busily working the long fake phallus into the rock star's exposed anus. As it penetrated, Chad gasped and plunged his cock into Lisa's now-climaxing cunt with incredible ferocity.
Unknown to the sultry Carmen, who was crouched down thrusting the dildo up Chad's back passage, Long John had realized (to his delight) that it was up to him to complete the amazing chain.
The hip roadie quickly kneeled down behind Carmen, spread the woman's ass-cheeks wide apart, and quickly speared his long, slender cock into her dark-tufted vaginal passage. Carmen let out a pleasurable moan and intensified her assault on Chad's ass with her dildo.
The only gap in the chain was between Long John and Gayle. The young stewardess, who was wriggling and squirming about on Anton Ostroff's talented fingers which were busily exploring the inner recesses of the gorgeous girl's pussy, looked up and realized that it was she-not Long John-who was the ultimate link in the frenetic chain. Giggling softly, she moved her face up against the bounding ass of Long John who was humping like crazy in and out of Carmen's upturned cunt.
"Contact!" shouted the stewardess, as she rammed her long, hard tongue into the roadie's exposed anus.
As the twelve lust-crazed people sent intense sexual sensations and vibrations whipping around the now-complete daisy chain, Chad yelled out: "Where the fuck is a cameraman when we need one most! This damned chain is a thing of beauty and should be preserved for posterity! What a fucking shame!"
For a moment the room was quiet and then the silence was broken by a soft whirring sound. Chad looked towards the velvet curtain which separated the two cabins-and for once the rock star was completely astounded.
Standing just inside the room, a movie camera in his hand was the copilot-Ted Turner.
Chad's jaw dropped open and he momentarily was frozen-his cock still buried deep within Lisa's luscious cunt.
"Jesus Christ almighty!" he said in a half-whisper, "Who the fuck is flying the plane?"
All eyes turned towards the smiling, urbane Turner. The man, his camera still grinding, smiled quietly and looked at Chad. "Mr. Winthrop, might I remind you that when you purchased this airplane, you did not purchase an obsolete piece of equipment. Put your mind at ease. We are on automatic pilot, being radar-directed, at the moment, by the capable air controllers in Des Moines Central."
Chad grinned and shook his head. "Well, then carry on, Mr. Turner, carry on. And when you run out of film, if you'd like to join the party...."
Turner hesitated for a moment. Then, camera still rolling, he unbuckled his pants with one hand and let them drop to the floor....