Chapter 1
Triangle Airlines' sleek black and gold 747 tilted slightly and began its descent and approach towards Los Angeles International Airport. While some passengers, mostly kids and older women, took in the breathtaking view from the portholes, the others sipped mixed drinks and watched the final minutes of "Once Is Not Enough" being flashed on the tv-sized movie screens.
In a washroom at the back of the giant plane, the Captain's voice echoed through the tiny speaker: "This is your pilot, Captain Dengrove. The weather in the Los Angeles basin is perfect and we will be landing in less than ten minutes. I would therefore request all passengers and crew to take their seats in preparation for our ... uh ... coming down...."
"Hurry up, for Christ's sakes, Barry!" Lisa Honeycutt giggled. "We're getting ready to come down."
"And I'm ready to come up!" snickered Triangle Steward Barry O'Reilly. "Quick! Spread your legs and wriggle your ass higher up on the wash basin!"
Lisa was quick to comply. She was burning up-as hot as Barry. The gorgeous young stew with the slight Texas drawl and the showgirl's body was nude from the waist down-her black and gold mini yanked up high above her narrow waist. Her large, hard-nippled boobs swung gently from side to side beneath her tight white turtleneck jersey.
O'Reilly's black slacks (with gold trim) were crumpled in a heap around his ankles. But a rumpled uniform was the last thing on his mind. His flushed face was buried between the long, tanned legs of the stew considered by those in the know to be the horniest on Triangle's roster. Lisa's curly blonde pubic hair glistened with Barry's saliva and the roar of the engines couldn't quite cover the frantic slurping and sucking sounds as O'Reilly's tongue lapped up the copious love-juices which trickled out of the young woman's superheated box. "Oooh, Jesus! C'mon already! Gut me, you randy sonofabitch!" she hissed.
Spurred on by the girl's verbal urgings-and his own rampant horniness-O'Reilly slithered his body up against Lisa's in the cramped space of the washroom. It was no time for formalities, so, guiding his rock-hard cock with one hand, the steward rammed against Lisa's come-slickened crotch. His cockhead pushed deliberately against the outer lips of Lisa's pussy and the girl wiggled and groaned. "Get it in fast, damnit!" she whispered. "We'll be landing any second!"
With one fierce plunge, the sweating steward jammed his long, fat dick as fast and as hard as he could into Lisa's steaming cunt. She put a hand between her teeth to keep from screaming out loud as O'Reilly gripped the edge of the basin with both hands in order to get even more of his prick up inside the lucious morsel of quivering pussy flesh. "That's as deep as it'll go," he grunted.
"Then go and fuck the shit out of me!" Lisa commanded, the hard cheeks of her ass thrusting up against his crotch for added emphasis.
O'Reilly couldn't think of anything he'd rather do. As the 747 tilted rather sharply in its final approach turn, the two of them were nearly thrown to the floor and O'Reilly's pulsating cock slipped completely out of Lisa's clasping cunt. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "Put that cuntsticker back where it belongs-I'm about ready to come!"
Moving like a man possessed, O'Reilly began to maneuver back into position, but he wasn't fast enough for Lisa. Gasping and panting, she reached down and grabbed his cock with one small, manicured hand. Breathing hard, she yanked the seven inches of glorious man-meat towards her dripping box. As soon as the steward's prick slipped inside the lips of her cunt once again, Lisa lunged against it-literally swallowing the concrete root within the depths of her channel. They both groaned and began thrusting frantically for the sexual release and oblivion which was only seconds away. The speaker above their head crackled again and the captain's voice echoed tinnily: "Three minutes to landing. Fasten seat belts and extinguish all smoking material."
"Did you hear that?" giggled Lisa, her ass bouncing up and down like a yo-yo. "Extinguish all smoking material!"
O'Reilly laughed and continued to pump his tool in and out of her sloshing pussy with incredible speed. "Never let it be said that this steward disobeys his captain's orders!" he chuckled, cutting loose with an especially vicious inthrust which took Lisa's breath away.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "What's taking so long in there?" an angry female voice inquired.
O'Reilly, without missing a stroke, began making gagging noises. "Sick passenger! Try another bathroom, please!"
An angry muttering could be heard outside the locked door and then the sound of footsteps stomping away. "You think fast on your feet," grinned Lisa, wiping strands of silky blonde hair away from her face.
The plane dipped suddenly, but this time O'Reilly, w-edged deeply in Lisa's steaming pussy, had the presence of mind to clasp the girl by her ass cheeks and keep on thrusting.
Lisa spread her supple legs as wide as she could and pushed against the cock which was ravaging her cunt with blinding speed and incredible force. "I'm gonna come!" she whispered hoarsely.
"Me, too," grunted the steward.
As the horny couple raced towards their climaxes the 747 hit an air pocket and O'Reilly's prick flew out of Lisa's cunt just as the girl began to moan out her violent, gushing orgasm. Just as O'Reilly was about to insert his cock into her once again, his own ejaculation began and he groaned and clenched his teeth as hot come began to spurt wildly from the tip of his cock. "Oh, Christ!, I'm sorry!" he muttered as the sticky, cream-colored semen flew up onto Lisa's bare, tanned belly.
"Don't sweat it, lover," Lisa laughed throatily.
"I've been told it's as good as Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion for dry skin!"
In a few moments, O'Reilly's exploding cock gave forth its final seminal gift and, in a flash, the man was crouched down again lapping the mingled come and pussy fluids from Lisa's spasming box. Grinning, Lisa was nonchalantly rubbing O'Reilly's semen into the soft skin of her belly and lower abdomen. "They're right. It really feels great!" she sighed.
After the steward had licked Lisa's cunt dry, he stood up and then reached back down for his pants. "Not yet, lover," Lisa purred, licking her lips. "Turnabout is fair play."
The beautiful stew hiked her ass down off the wash basin, pulled down and smoothed her skirt, and then bent over and took O'Reilly's semi-soft member in her hand. Globules of jelly-like come clung to its tip and sides and Lisa looked at the greasy prick with frank pleasure. "I didn't have a second to even eat my lunch," she chuckled, as she took the purplish cock head softly between her full, red lips. "Mmmm!" she crooned, "this sure does beat the hell out of those crappy warmed-over meals they serve the paying customers!"
Lisa delicately lapped up all the semen from the outside of O'Reilly's cock and then, little by little, took its entire flaccid length in her mouth. Mewling with pleasure, she sucked and tongued the man's semi-erect prick with such raunchy gusto that, within seconds, it was hard as a rock once again. She stood up, admired her mouth-work, and then teasingly pulled it down fast with her hand and watched as it sprang up against his belly with a thwack! O'Reilly groaned in pleasure. "How the hell am I supposed to get my pants on over this?" he groaned.
"Very carefully," chuckled Lisa. "Very carefully-and watch out for the zipper! I wouldn't want to see such a dynamite specimen scarred for life!"
They both laughed and quickly got their clothes in order. Lisa gave O'Reilly a warm kiss on the lips and quickly slipped out of the washroom and headed up the aisle. The young stew looked as if she'd just spent an hour making herself ready for work and, except for the slight flush in her cheeks, she could easily have passed the most searching inspection. "Please prepare for landing," she smiled pleasantly to several businessmen as she worked her way up the aisle.
"I'd rather be taking off with you, if ya get my drift!" chortled a fat man in his late forties, giving Lisa a quick pinch as she walked by. Several other passengers chuckled, but Lisa simply smiled sweetly and buckled herself into a vacant seat nearby.
A minute or so later, just prior to touchdown, the washroom door opened and steward O'Reilly slipped out and buckled himself down in a seat at the rear of the plane, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
"I can see that you're feeling better, my dear."
O'Reilly looked up into the face of a concerned old lady. "I'm afraid I don't understand," he mumbled.
"Oh, I'm the lady who pounded on the door because I thought somebody was tying the washroom up for ever so long a time. Then I heard you moaning and gagging and I knew you must have really been ill." O'Reilly, understanding, grinned and nodded his thanks for the old woman's concern.
The wheels of the giant plane touched down effortlessly and the 747 began slowing. "I must say, however," mused the old woman, "I'm surprised that a young man like yourself would want to have a job like this when you seem to be prone to airsickness."
O'Reilly grinned and turned on the charm. "Oh, I don't usually get sick, madam," he replied. "It must have been something I was eating-uh-that is, something I ate."
The woman nodded her head vigorously. "The food isn't all that good on this particular airline," she said knowingly.