3 comments/ 34317 views/ 3 favorites Shelly: Flight 901 By: caprine (This is a work of fiction. With several historical exceptions, all places, events, and characters in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. For now, allow me to introduce stewardess, excuse me, flight attendant, Shelly. Ahhh, political correctness, don't you just love it? But this story takes place before that change in terminology.) ***** Flight 901 was in line with seven other planes ahead of ours at Kennedy International, waiting for taxi clearance and all on hold. No one yet knew why. I was nervous anyway without this. Nervous, hell, I was an emotional wreck. For one thing, this was my first flight as a newly graduated stewardess. For another thing, a blind date awaited me at the end of the flight for a Christmas party. And then, for a third thing, to top it all off, I had a particularly bad experience with a chauvinist security guard at my check in to board the flight. He was an overly "hands on" searcher, at least with females. He also knew me to be a newly minted stew on her first trip. My anger at his methods earned me a strip search! I said, "Damn, I'm one of the crew on this flight! I need to get on that plane!" "After the search, lady, after the search!" "This way, please," said a female searcher. I was led into a small room and the female walked out. An ornery male searcher then walked in with a male partner. "Oh, SHIT!" I managed to say under my breath. I know where this is going! Butthead #1 said, "Ok, lady, STRIP!" "I thought I was supposed to have a female attendant do the strip search," I blurted out. We're short handed right now," said butthead #1. "Too bad, ain't it--har, har, har," he gurgled out. "Now, like I said before, STRIP!" Mad as hell by now, I began, slowly, to comply. "Come on, get on with it," he said, "we ain't got all night here!" I got my blouse off and then, reluctantly, my bra. "Whoa, lookie there at those ta tas, would you! Ain't they something! Come on now, get those pants off." I bent over to take off my shoes and felt butthead #1 step behind me and grab my boobs, one in each hand. Butthead #2 said, "Damn, you were sure right, those tits sure are great--two real hands full!" "Shit, you asshole, let her finish stripping!" cried butt head #1. After my shoes, I removed my uniform slacks and stood with only my panty hose left. I rolled those down and bent over again to get them off my feet. Butthead #1 quickly stepped up behind me and jammed his middle finger into my pussy from behind and I flinched. But, obnoxious as these two were and despite my initial anger, I felt myself respond and my cunt release pussy juice! SHIT! I don't need this right now either. Newby that I was as a stewardess, I certainly was not a stranger to sex or what could be done with a cock. Meanwhile, butthead #1 said, "Hey, she likes it more than she thinks, she's getting wet! Well, nothing in that hole. But let's make sure." He swung me around to face him, his cock already in his hand, and said, "I can't reach all the way with my finger, but I can with this." With only a cursory swipe or two in order to slick up his average size tool, butthead #1 stuck his dick at the entrance of my pussy hole and thrust it in--to his balls! I groaned in pain first, and then more with pleasure as he began to stroke in and out, steadily increasing the tempo. To my utter dismay, I did like it! Even with that asshole. I started to meet his thrust with thrusts of my own. I felt my climax building until finally, I shuddered with an intense orgasm. That tripped butthead's trigger. I felt his cock expand some more and then he blew his wad deep into my now hot pussy. He backed out with a loud, PLOP, and said, "Bend over and suck me off so I can check out your mouth, while Edgar checks your other hole for contraband!" Butt head #2, put a cock head against my butt and wiped it up and down my crack to lubricate it. Then he put against my rosette and started to push. At first, he got nowhere, but then he managed to break through the sphincter and started to ease his cock in, further and further. He seemed to be a little larger than the first butthead. Butthead #1 said, "Nothing in her mouth, either, but she sure can suck a cock!" Butthead #2 replied, "Nothin' back here either, but I have to make sure." He continued to thrust into my ass, faster and faster until he gave one mighty shove with his back arched and shot off his wad into my back channel. After a few moments, Butthead #2 backed off with another loud pop as his cock cleared my butt and the two guys stuffed their meat back into their pants. Butthead #1 said, "Merry Christmas, bitch, you can get dressed now and go on into the flight crew lounge when you're ready. You have our Christmas 'presents' you can carry with you on the plane-har, har, har." They walked out, still chuckling. Same to you, assholes. I really didn't care to lug their "presents" along on the trip. I had some wet wipes in my purse and there was a hand towel dispenser on the wall of the room next to a small sink. I managed a fast clean up and got dressed. I really should report those two fuck heads, but, despite myself, I enjoyed my little interlude of sex a little too much and, just how far I would get with a complaint, I could just about imagine. My only wish was that it could have been with a couple of more agreeable characters than those two buttheads. A quick check of my hair and make up, especially my lipstick and lips, and I stepped out of the room. I walked quickly down the corridor to the crew lounge to prepare for my flight. Merry fucking Christmas, Shelly. "You're late, New Meat," said the Captain, Jim Styles as he grabbed a handful of my passing ass. "New Meat" because he knew I was on my first flight as a new stew, and more important, also a newby on his crew and thus a prime target for his skirt chasing. "Yeah,tell me about it!" Captain Jim was a good looking guy, a stud really, but he was a little coarse in his actions, not to mention a bit too arrogant to boot. No subtlety whatsoever! But I guess that is the flyboy Captain in him. He also had quite a reputation as a skirt chaser, even though he was married. Ordinarily, a little grab ass would not upset me, but I was already too nervous about my first trip, still shaking from the strip search, and just plain had too many other things on my mind to put up with that crap right off the bat. My snide comment to Captain Jim was, "You'll get yours for that!" "I'll be waiting, for my Christmas present" was his leering reposte, this last said as the crew came aboard the plane as a group and overhead this last of our conversation. Merry fucking Christmas to you too, asshole! The passengers came aboard at last, a light load for tonight. We then taxied out to the edge of the runway, eighth in line, and waited. We had been sitting for more than a half hour past departure time so far and the passengers were already starting to become unruly. Another full hour passed, as we watched the planes ahead as they were de-iced from the first in line back. They also had their fuel tanks topped off before each was finally allowed to move onto the runway to the take off position. We all heaved a sigh of relief when our turn finally came for the de-icing and fuel trucks. The pilot at last got the green light from the tower to taxi out to the head of the runway. We took off into heavy, blowing snow. For a two hour plus flight from New York to Chicago, we were carrying an unusually light load, according to the head flight attendant, Sue, who had assigned me to the coach section. A few passengers remained tense during the take off procedure, but most relaxed, happy to finally be underway. More than one began to enjoy the holiday cheer from mini-bottles provided by the airline. I did notice, though, a particularly obnoxious society type woman of senior citizen age who had been fuming about one thing or another since being seated, especially the delay before takeoff. I do not know why she was in coach seating, but she was. Maybe she just wanted to save money, who knows? Once things had settled down at cruising altitude, this woman stopped me and in an enraged and loud voice said, "Young woman, I demand a seating change, this instant!" I politely replied, "What is the problem, madame?" In the most disgusting tone she could muster, and none too quietly, the woman said, "I simply can not and will not sit next to a person like him!" as she indicated her window seat mate. "Whoever not, dear lady?" "Well look at him, you ninny, he--he's Black!" I was outraged, but of course, to maintain cordial customer relations, my training said I could not really show or overtly express the feelings I was holding in check. Although flustered and nervous for reasons already mentioned, my wit was not diminished. My outrage overcame any confusion and I answered the woman with, "Madame, I believe we may be able to make a seat upgrade to first class, but I will have to go check with the Captain first. I will be right back." That calmed her some, temporarily, anyway. Of course, I did not have to check with the Captain, I had to check with Sue. If she didn't agree with me, then maybe I would have to go to the Captain. I went forward toward the cockpit, to the hostile stares of many passengers who had overheard our conversation I only went as far as first class and briefly filled Sue in on the story. I waited a bit longer and then returned to my unruly passenger. I smiled sweetly at the woman and said, "Yes, the Captain has consented to a move forward to first class." With a smug smile, the woman began to get up from her seat, until I said, "Oh, I am sorry madame, not you. She froze in the half rise position and looking straight at me, replied, "Whhaaat?" "I'm so sorry, Madame, but the upgrade is for your seat mate there by the window, not you!" Madame smart ass was speechless as she settled back down into her seat. Most of the coach passengers reacted with loud whistles and catcalls along with loud hand clapping. The lady fumed and steamed while turning beet red in the face. I thought she was going to have a heart attack. But she certainly was NOT going to get a free upgrade, if that is what she had calculatedly been angling for! The man in question wiggled past the mad cow and I escorted him forward to first class. First class was very lightly booked, only a half dozen passengers. My reward from the head flight attendant was to have me switch places with one of the two attendants in first class. I had been one of the three attendants in coach which was about fifty per cent booked. Fewer passengers, lighter duties for my first flight, she said. I think she was secretly pleased with how I had handled the situation just concluded. I also think Sue wanted to get me separated from the steaming woman in coach who had instigated the touchy situation. Our red eye flight reached cruising altitude while I was in the first class galley to get coffee going. The phone beeped. It was from the flight deck ordering coffee! One of us must have been reading the mind of the other. I told the caller it was brewing. The voice in the phone said, "This is your Captain speaking, shag ass, girl!" and hung up. When I had it ready, I went to the cockpit door with a tray of three cups along with sugar and cream, and stir sticks. After answering my knock, I was allowed to enter. "Merry Christmas guys. Sorry this can't be laced with a little holiday cheer, but we are all on duty." Captain Jim, the second officer, and the third officer-engineer all returned my greeting as I passed the coffee out. I was standing just behind the Captain, within easy reach as I discovered when I felt his hand suddenly reach back and grab hold of my pussy through my uniform pants! I almost dropped the whole damned tray on him as I gasped a surprised but mild, "OH!" from the unexpected grab. As I said earlier, I knew the Captain had a reputation as a skirt chaser, but he still caught me by surprise. He got in a vigorous rub or two before I managed to step back and saw the evil grins of the second officer and the flight engineer. With brilliantly red cheeks, I retreated back into the passenger section. The flight wasn't very old before I discovered I was just as interested in making the Captain a conquest of mine as he was of making a conquest of me, but not here on duty, at least not so openly. But he had managed to make me damp in the panties! I took care of the first class passengers' needs and passed out cans of soda and peanuts to those who desired them. Then I stepped into the john for a moment. I ran my right hand under the waist band of my uniform slacks and my panty thong and started rubbing my labia. I'd just gotten a good start when, suddenly, the door opened! I'd forgotten to lock it! In steps the Captain without the slightest hesitation. He closed and locked the door! "Well, well, well, what have we here, hmmmmmm?" My hand froze with a finger deep inside my pussy. I was mortified! But, I got even wetter. Captain Jim said, "I took a piss break from the cockpit, so I only have a few minutes. Maybe we can get together later for a more complete job." With that he pulled my hand out of my pants and replaced it with his own. He was behind me and reaching around in front of me with his right hand in my pants and his left caressing my tits through a gap in my blouse. His left hand was hindered somewhat by my bra, but his right hand was doing fine! I was already plenty wet, but now, I really let go with the pussy juice when his middle finger found its target! The Captain's finger was immediately soaked and slid easily in as far as he could reach. It only took him a moment to hit my sweet spot and but a few moments later for me to shudder in orgasm as I stifled a scream and a groan or two. The Captain said, "Very sweet, but I really do have to pee and then I have to split, I am due back in the cockpit." With that, he withdrew his hand from my pussy and placed his fingers in my mouth. "Tastes good, doesn't it!" he said as he then reached down and flipped out his dick, a real monster. Pushing me aside, Captain Jim stepped up to the stool and proceeded to nearly "blow the porcelain off" the pot, even though the pot was stainless steel! I watched with lust filled eyes! Then he said, "You compose yourself for a few minutes after I leave, and I'll see you later." Captain Jim stepped out and reclosed the door. It is a good thing this was a night flight and the cabin lights were turned down for the flight. I was going to have to cover my wet pants front until it dried. Mother of God, That was one hell of a dick he just swung! Well, that little bit didn't really qualify me for the Mile High Club, but maybe it would count as a start or half way there. I exited the john into the first class compartment to find the half dozen passengers asleep or dozing, except for one nearby passenger who was softly humming Silent Night. Good! Fewer complications for me. As I neared the end of the first class section on one of my rounds checking passengers, I saw a handsome, young, black Marine sitting alone. He had a newspaper tented over his lap, but from the motion of his arm and hand, it was very obvious what he was doing under the paper. I quietly asked, "Are you ok, Marine?" Unashamedly, he replied, "I saw you and the Captain come out of the john. You were in there together and I have been sitting here, fantasizing about what you were doing in there ever since you came out. I just had to get my dick out and let it 'breathe'." "Not to mention, jack it off," I added. "Would you like some help?" "Yeah, that'd be really great!" "Well, everyone seems to be asleep or at least dozing for the moment and the head flight attendant is busy in the galley. She will be for some time." I sat down and reached under the paper and grabbed a hold of his black cock. My God, another giant fuck stick. I haven't seen any really big ones at all, let alone a Black one, and then all at once, I see several, one after the other! I pumped up and down on his big piece for a very short time. He said, "I'm getting close." So I put the paper in the seat back in front of us and leaned down to take his huge cock in my mouth. In moments, he shot squirt after squirt of white, ropey cum into my mouth and throat. I swallowed most of it, with just a little smearing my lips and chin. When he deflated, I asked, "Lick my face and lips clean, I can't walk down the aisle with a face full of cock cream." He quickly did so and said, "Thanks, I needed that!" I rose and started back toward the front and just in the nick of time. Sue, the head flight attendant just exited the galley and headed my way! The rest of the flight was uneventful until about thirty minutes from landing. The Captain came on the PA system with the announcement, "O'Hare Field." he said, "is almost shut down by a snowstorm. So far, we were still cleared to land, but that could change any moment and we would then be rerouted. Please fasten your seat belts as the ride could get rough the rest of the way in" Great, just what I needed, and unexpected layover or worse. The passengers weren't happy either. I can just imagine what the feisty old lady back in coach was saying about now. I'm sure glad I'm not back there having to put up with her. As it turned out, we were allowed to land, but Captain Jim had a great deal of difficulty during those last thirty minutes, holding the plane on an even keel as we descended into the soup of the snow storm. As he predicted, the ride got rough. Staying on the glide path was also difficult, so that when we did touch down, the plane bounced and careened around quite a bit on the slippery runway in a particularly bad landing. The plane did slow eventually and we taxied towards the gate. I suddenly saw my chance for pay back to Captain Jim for all the snide comments, grab ass, and what not of this trip. As the plane rolled slowly up to the gate, I grabbed the PA phone and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated until Captain Crash and his demolition crew have brought the airplane to a screeching halt against the gate. Once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we'll open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal!" The release of tension from the hectic weather and landing was palpable as passengers, happy to be down and safe, clapped and roared with laughter. After all passengers had deplaned, we crew walked to the crew lounge and check out. Captain Jim walked beside me and said, "Touché', Shelly, that was neatly done! Now, since we have at least a one day stay over or more before this storm clears and we can get out of here, how would you like to spend the night with me in a downtown hotel?" "Wouldn't your wife have something to say about that invitation? Besides, I have a Christmas party to attend." "No, not really, she might even join us if she was here. You see, my reputation as a skirt chaser is well known. What is not so well known is that my wife and I have an 'open marriage.' She does her thing and I do mine when we are apart and we do our thing together when we are together. She knew about my affairs when she married me and also knew they would continue. We get along just fine. So, How 'about my invitation?" "OK," I said, "I can pass on the party, but there is one condition." "Like what?" Jim asked. "Since I know we both have a no duty flight day tomorrow, we will fly back as off duty crew. I want you initiate me into the Mile High Club!" Shelly: Flight 901 "Done!" So, that is how I ended up that night at the Palmer House down town. The very long cab ride to get down town was interesting. Jim said, "You got off in the john on the plane, but I got only a big case of blue balls. I still do, so fix it, please." The cabbie's head jerked up and he peered into the rear view mirror with a wicked leer. Jim said, "Keep your fucking eyes on the road, cabbie--road conditions are too damned bad for you to get your eye candy tonight!" As the cabbie grudgingly turned his attention back to his job, I reached down, unzipped Jim's pants, and pulled out his big dick. I started my job, blow job, that is, with gusto! With just two pumps, that fat dick jumped the rest of the way to full attention, all twelve inches of it. I had heard about huge cocks like this, but the five or six I had so far had contact with were only half this size, probably less than half. His dick was so fat, I could barely get one hand all the way around it. I slowly continued to pump that fuck stick, feeling it swell even more in girth until I could no longer get my hand all the way around it. That monster fuck stick was an uncircumcised cock, so the cock head popped clear on each down stroke. The bulbous head was turning nearly purple as I pumped. It was also leaking precum like a bubbling spring. Damn, that cock was now pulsing like a base drum beating rhythm for a Sousa march tune! Cum was glistening on the end, coating my fingers. I bent over to engulf that big helmet and slurp. Even stronger pulses followed and resulted, fairly quickly, in his cock squirting a ton cream in orgasm as Jim's hips thrust up and down in rhythm with my pumping. I gagged a couple of times, but I managed to swallow everything, just barely. Now my uniform pants had a large wet spot in the front again! Jim slowly calmed down and got his breath back. "God, I needed that, in a fucking bad way, I needed that! I'll also be able to hump a long time now, before I can cum again! You should like that!" Now, I once again found one of his hands down the inside of my uniform slacks and under my thong. And once again his finger was quickly coated with my flowing pussy juices when his middle finger found it's way home again. My God, did that feel good! For the rest of the ride, I just sat there, curled up against Jim with his right arm around my shoulder and his left hand busy, in slow motion, with my pussy. My right hand continued to idly play with his exposed cock. The cabbie continued to sneak looks in the mirror, when he dared take his eyes off traffic and the snowy road. Jim glared at him a couple of times! Just before the cab pulled up to the Palmer House, we got our clothes back together and prepared to de-cab. Paying off the cabbie, reluctantly, with a healthy tip because of the weather, we walked inside as the doorman held the door open for us. My long winter coat thankfully covered my soaked slacks front! Jim checked us in and we rode the elevator up to the suite that he had rented. The suite consisted of two bedrooms, a sitting room, and a small kitchenette with a wet bar, plus of course, a large bathroom with shower and jacuzzi! The bathroom had plenty of mirror space and there was a large mirror at the head of both beds as well as on the ceilings above! The beds were, by the way, both huge kings. Pretty rich stuff for me, but not, I guess, for rich fly boys intent on getting a piece of ass! We also found a magnum of Champagne on ice and a basket of fresh fruit all done up in a holiday package with a big red ribbon that read, "Merry Christmas." Fresh cut flowers adorned the fake fireplace (gas log) mantel. I dropped my overnight bag on the floor and walked (wiggling my ass with gusto!) to the center of the sitting room and ripped off my blazer and blouse. The bra fell immediately thereafter. My boobs stood out perkily and proudly, slightly swishing with my movements. My nipples had reached a state of erection long before I bared them and they now stood out prominently and proudly, capping my tingling boobs. I pushed down my slacks and, as I stepped out of them, I ripped off my thong in pieces. Jim just stood there and watched me in fascination. I finally said to him, "Well for God's Sake, don't just stand there in a silly daze with your jaw hanging down on your knees. You look like a lost Zombie. Lose the clothes, FAST!" It still took a minute for him to grasp it, but all of a sudden he kicked into gear and shed his clothes double quick. I finally got my first look at his naked, full equipment package. And what a package it was! His huge cock, because of recent action, was hanging down in a long curve toward his left knee. But, it was bobbing and twitching in anticipation of still more action to come. I began to use my left hand to rub my tits and roll my nipples around while my right hand delved down to my swelling pussy lips. I swung my hips in slow hula fashion as I probed my pussy deeper and deeper. Pussy juice began to coat my hand and dribble down onto my thighs. That big old cock head suddenly began to stir faster. It lifted some and bobbed. Then it lifted a bit more with a twitch. The helmet like cock bulb popped out of it's foreskin as his cock heaved to full, stiff attention, eager once more for some action. As Jim watched me perform, he slowly pumped his pulsing cock with his right hand. I bent over backward from the waist and put the motions of eros into full gear, raising and thrusting my pussy forward and back. I moved very slowly at first, then faster and faster as I finger fucked myself into a shattering, screaming orgasm that sprayed pussy juice like a fountain! I was rolling in orgasms for several minutes, gasping for breath, falling to my knees and hanging my head in total release. "My God," gasped Jim as he pumped his cock in a frenzy, "what the hell kind of sex machine are you, anyway?" I managed to stammer out, "I, uh, uh, I do, don, don't k kn know, but, i,i, if you blow now before you f,f,f, fuck me, I'll k-k, ki, kill you!" Taking the hint, Jim immediately pushed me over onto my back on the floor and mounted me. He placed his cock on my pussy and with a swipe or two up and down my slit, slammed it into my cunt hole, balls deep. Since he blew his load in the cab, Jim fucked me for quite some time, really shoving it to me! At last, on his final, deep thrust, with his back arched sharply, Jim exploded in orgasm, filling my cunt with enough cock cream that I thought I was going to explode myself! I climaxed in multiple orgasms, rolling from one to the next without let up for quite a while. I was utterly exhausted and out of breath at the end. That certainly was a great deal more than a "Wham bam thank you Ma'am" fuck. It was a real fucker's fuck, and then some! Jim collapsed on top of me and we both just lay there, panting and heaving like a pair of steam engines and dripping with sweat. After fifteen minutes or so of recovery, Jim began kissing my tits, cleavage, and nipples. And those nipples once again shot out to a stiff, tingling erection. I said, "Whoa, lover boy, let's shower off and get in bed, this fucking floor is way too damned hard to keep going down here!" We stepped out of the shower and, without drying off, jumped straight into the king-sized bed. After some more tit play, I turned Jim on his back and sixty-nined him. I worked on his cock and got it to full erection again while he tongued the hell out of my pussy, getting juices flowing freely again. I turned around and settled my cunt over top of his cock and impaled myself on that big fuck stick. As I worked myself down to full, balls deep impalement, Jim grabbed a tit in each hand and began to knead and caress them. He went to my nipples and rolled them around between his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking and pinching them, setting them on fire that reached down to meet the fire coming up from my impaled pussy. As I was slowly working up and down that long pole, I looked into the mirror and jerked to a stop. There, behind me, stood the second officer, Karl, and the flight engineer, Kevin, naked as jay birds and sporting a pair of erections, either of which would make a whore cringe! They wore a green bow tie around their necks and a red ribbon bow around the base of their cocks. That was it, nothing else. I don't know how long they had been standing there, watching, but both had precum bubbling all over the place and they sported the cheesiest and at the same time, the most lustful grins I have ever seen. "Merry Christmas," they chorused together. I looked down at Jim and he gave me one of those, "Are you OK with this," kind of looks. I simply nodded. We then replied together, "Merry Christmas." The other two, Karl and Kevin then ambled toward the bed, cocks bobbing up and down like a just emptied diving board. I was still riding Jim's pole and we were sort of in the middle of that big bed. Karl knelt down behind me. "Reach behind you and untie my red cock ribbon, Shelly." After I accomplished that, he bent me forward so that my tits lay on Jim's chest. He then proceeded to slick up his throbbing pole from the free flowing juices he found, and quickly plugged my back door. While Jim and Karl tried to match their rhythm fucking me, Kevin knelt down in from of me, straddling Jim's head and offered his fat sausage to my mouth. "Untie my ribbon, too. But use your teeth." I licked down the side of his erect pole, doing a half-around lick from the bottom, then up and over the top with each lap of my tongue until I reached the ribbon tie. Locking on with my teeth, I pulled until the ribbon fell apart and I could pull it away and drop it on the bed. I greedily dropped my lips down onto his helmet and sucked in that uncut cock while he got one tit in hand and Jim got hold of the other one. The bed springs moaned, Kevin moaned, Jim moaned, Karl moaned, and I moaned. I think the room might even have moaned, but it certainly reeked of the odor of sex, along with moans and groans, and the slap of wet skin on wet skin. The bed, already soaked when Jim and I jumped on it without drying off from our shower, now became a sodden mess as all four of us climaxed, one after the other and our sex juices overflowed in spades! We continued to wallow in the mess as we all started to uncouple. As they momentarily recovered, the guys would switch places and the fucking commenced anew with renewed vigor! Half way through the night, I was so damned sore, I could hardly move. Every hole I owned had been stretched so tight and for so long that I finally had to call, "Uncle! I need to rest, God damn it!! I can't move anymore." So we all finally uncoupled once again and I said, "Let's all take a shower rinse and get in the jacuzzi and relax for a while. We all need a break." Since the suite had two bedrooms, the jacuzzi was a large one, big enough to hold four to six people. Nice! We formed a line to the shower and each walked, soaking wet after exiting the shower, back into the main room to plop down on a seat in the hot tub, all jets roaring! God, that warm, roiling water felt so damned good! So relaxing! The four of us spent over an hour, just sitting there and nodding off from time to time, letting the warm, moving water do its job. Heavenly! But the guys eventually started getting horny again! Jim said, "My pole is trying to stand up again, can you help it, Shelly?" "Guys, it's not that I don't like what we've been doing, on the contrary, I love it! But, damn guys, my pussy and ass are sore as hell. If we are going for another round, you are going to have to go easy," "OK," said three voices in unison. I was sitting beside Jim on a tub seat, with Kevin and Karl sitting on a seat across from us. So, I turned toward Jim and bent down to start stroking his dick under water. Kevin and Karl started to stroke theirs underwater as they watch us. When I got Jim fully hard and standing stiff, he stood up and said, "Blow me, now." So I knelt in front of him and began to lick and suck his stiff pole. Kevin and Karl also stood and walked over to either side of me and stuck their dicks in my face. Now I switched back and forth from kevin on my left, to Jim in front of me, to Karl on my right, sucking dicks in turn. While I was sucking one, I was pumping the other two with my hands. All three guys began to moan and groan with feeling as I increased the tempo as best I could. Then those cocks started to blow. I was sucking Jim when I felt his cock swell and pulse harder. He shot his wad into my mouth and I swallowed all I could. This seemed to set off the other two as Kevin and Karl began to spurt simultaneously. I aimed their dicks at my chest and they shot their wads down onto my tits, which, were just above water level. "Ok, guys, enough for tonight! I'm dead tired, sore, and I need to get some sleep." Kevin and Karl each showered again and dressed. They said good night and left for their room next door. Jim and I showered together. He got me off with his fingers while I slowly jacked his pole again, but was unable to making him cum again. We quickly dried off and went into the other bedroom for a dry bed. Our flight out was scheduled for noon the next day, weather permitting, so Jim set the alarm for seven, and we crashed into bed, naked, and fell asleep in each other's arms. The snow continued to blow in a howling wind. Jim woke up with the alarm and saw that the blizzard was still blowing full force. He called the airport anyway and was told all flights for the day were canceled--there would be nothing flying until at least the next day. Jim hung up and dropped back on the bed beside me. "Looks as if this is going to be an extended party. How 'bout some breakfast? We have another full day because of the blizzard." "Ok, let's ring up karl and Kevin and meet down in the dinning room. I have an Idea." Three quarters of an hour later, we all met downstairs to eat a hearty breakfast. When we were nearly finished, I spoke up. "I have an idea. We are stuck in this hotel all day because of the blizzard. The maids were going to start cleaning our rooms as we left to come down here. Why don't you two give up your room and join us in ours. We have two bedrooms and two big king size beds so we will all be close and handy--much more convenient. I want to sleep until early afternoon or until I wake up and then the fun can begin anytime you studs are ready. How does that sound to you guys?" "Sounds like a plan to me," said Kevin. "Ditto," said Karl. "I think I can live with that," said the Captain. "Capital idea!" So it was done. We had to kill some time first, looking around the hotel, until our room was cleaned and ready again. Then we all traipsed back upstairs. Karl and Kevin said they were going to crash too, for a while and walked into one bedroom. Jim and I went into the other room and stripped naked before falling onto the bed. We cuddled and groped some before we once again went to sleep in each other's arms. We must have been more tired than we thought. Jim and I awoke together much later. "My God, we really conked out there, Shelly babe. Somebody must have hit us in the head with a hammer!" "You can say that again," I replied. "Look," I said, "The storm seems to be dying down some!" "Yeah, it does," Jim said, "I better call the airport again." When he hung up, Jim said, "The storm is supposed to move out by midnight, but clearing the runways and taxi ways will take most of the rest of the night. Flight ops are not scheduled until 10:00 hours and our flight is now scheduled for 14:00 hours. So we have some twenty hours yet plus cab time to the airport." "Well," I said, "that leaves us lots of time to play. Why don't you tell Kevin and Karl while I use the bathroom?" "Will do." Since our free for all party last night, neither Jim nor I saw any need for clothes. I stepped, bare assed naked from our bedroom into the hall and walked to the palace size bathroom, noting the stares of Kevin and karl from the living room of the suite as I did. They were in their BVDs. Jim followed me out, also bare assed naked, flaccid cock bouncing up and down, and walked on out to Kevin and karl to tell them the news. I spent an hour in the shower, getting my hair fixed and generally freshening up from the day before. When I exited the bathroom and went into the living room area, Kevin and Karl had somehow managed to lose their BVDs and were as bare assed naked as Jim and I. All three guys were sporting cocks at about half mast, but they stiffed up all the way as I walked up to them, tits bouncing and aglow with my pussy squishing audibly from my already flowing juices! My state of arousal was such that my inner lips were red, swollen and puffy, protruding out from my outer lips and dripping pussy juice. My clit was engorged and stiffly erect, poking out of its sheltering hood and my pussy lips! No wonder their cocks all jumped to attention so fast! The room contained a small, but well stocked wet bar. I said, "Yesterday, we were so busy fucking and sucking, we never got around to the booze. How 'bout a drink now, guys?" "Great idea," replied Kevin, "What's your poison?" "I want a rum and Coke," I said. The others gave their orders. Kevin brought mine and I sat down on the floor, ankles crossed and knees spread wide. This left my pussy wide open and sloppy wet, in full view of the three guys who sat on the couch in front of me. I sipped my drink with my right hand, my left hand idly fingering my clit. All three guys sipped their drink with one hand and slowly jacked off with their other hand, staring at my cunt while we talked. I stared at their stiff cocks. I shivered with an orgasm at least twice during the hour or more that we sat there, masturbating, drinking, and staring, with hardly a word passing among us. All three guys were dribbling precum or more after the first ten minutes of our sitting down. Once in a while, one or the other of the guys would switch hands while the silent powwow continued. Kevin got up to replenish our drinks three times before I finally spoke and said, "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I have about all the prepatory stimulation I can stand. I'm ready to FUCK!" "Amen!" came the chorused answer from the three guys. "Jim, you've had me all night, so I want to start with Kevin and Karl. I'll be the filling for their sandwich! Later, I will join you again in the other room. We can all finish with another shower and a final session in the hot tub. I think we had best get at least a couple of hours sleep before taking on battle with the airport and trying to get on our flight out of here." Kevin and Karl were up in a flash and escorting me between them to their room. I had a strong grip on a cock on either side of me, so I guess, in truth, I was escorting them. In the room, I lay between the guys and got one cock in my pussy and the other in my ass. Before either could cum, I made them pull out so I could roll over and they switched holes. I could feel both cocks on either side of the thin membrane of skin between them. Neither one of them lasted long after the switch, and they shot two hot loads of cock cream into my channels. I added my own orgasm of juice on the cock in my pussy. Both Kevin and Karl said I should go join Jim for a while as neither one of them would be able to get it up for a bit again. So, dripping cum from pussy and asshole onto my legs, I walked out and over to the room Jim and I shared. I got on the bed with him in a 69 and said, "Eat me out, Jim, I want you to taste the cum from Kevin and Karl! Lick me clean while I play a song on your flute." So, he did and I did. After I orgasmed once and before Jim could blow his load, I told Jim, "Roll over onto your back, I want to ride your cock, cowgirl style." Shelly: Flight 901 When he had done so, I positioned myself over his big dick and began to lower myself down on it until I was fully impaled on that stiff pole. I commenced a leisurely, long, slow ride of erotic pleasure. Once during my ride, when I felt a slight wilting of his dick, I had to say, "Jim, don't you go soft on me or I will cut your balls off!" I continued to ride him while he played with my tits and, I guess thought dirty thoughts, because he stayed hard. Finally, he reached a point where he said, "I can't hold it back any longer, Shelly, I'm going to cum!" Despite all the sex of the last day and a half, Jim shot off a wad of cum that just kept shooting and shooting! The total amount was not outstanding, considering, but it took him a while to get it all unloaded. We rested for a while before I said, "We had better get our shower and see if Kevin and Karl are in the jacuzzi yet." So, we got off the bed and wobbled out to the hall and down to the bathroom to shower. Kevin and Karl were indeed already in the jacuzzi, waiting for us. Eventually we walked out and joined them. We were all so fucked out that we just sat there and enjoyed the warm and moving water again, content to just stare at cocks, tits, and a pussy. It was in the very wee hours of the night--morning? that we finally all trouped off to bed, one bed in a big pile to sleep. We got up early enough the next morning to clean up, pack, and dress, in that order, and then go down to the dining room for breakfast and order up a cab. In the cab, Jim asked me, "Well, are you sorry you passed up that other Christmas party in order to join us?" "Are you kidding? I was invited to that other one as a friend of a friend sort of thing. It was to take place at this one couple's house and I think there were much more interesting things on the menu at the party with you guys than there would've been at the other one. This is one Christmas party I will remember for a very long time." The rest of the trip out to the airport was quiet but interesting, since only the very major roads were cleared. But we got there and had a bit of time before our flight departure. Planes were flying again, but not at full schedule as yet and most were behind schedule as well. We finally boarded the plane and after a forty-five minute delay, at last got airborne for the return to New York. An hour into the flight, Jim nudged me with his elbow and said, "Well, Shelly, are you ready to join the club yet?" I turned to look at him and still somewhat dazed, said, "Huh, what club?" "The mile high club, girl, the mile high club!" "OH yeah, that one! I replied. "Yes, I'm ready, but I'm really sore as shit from all our fucking, so take it slow and easy." The elderly couple in the seats ahead of us must have heard our conversation, because they flinched and looked at each other. Then the man turned back to look at us and said, "It's a great club, a week before our wedding, nearly sixty years ago, my wife, Sadie here, and I joined the club as we flew back to her parent's home after my discharge from the service. She had come out to meet me. You will never forget the experience!" His wife poked him in the ribs, but she had a mischievous grin on her face. Jim and I looked at each other and grinned as he slipped out of his seat and walked back to the toilet cubicle. A minute later, I rose and walked back to join him. I knocked and identified myself before entering the cubicle. I shut the door and this time, I remembered to lock it! We clinched for a moment or two and Jim played with my tits under my blouse while I fondled his cock through his pants. But I quickly unbuckled him and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and had his naked, erect cock in my hands. I said, "We don't have a lot of time in here, let's do it!" I turned and dropped my slacks, no panties, and leaned over the wash basin. It was a tight fit for Jim to get into position behind me, but we managed. I was already wet when I entered the cubicle, just thinking about what I was about to do, so Jim had no trouble sinking balls deep into my pussy with one easy thrust. I told him, "Just go easy, you don't even have to cum. Just getting your dick in my pussy counts as a fuck." Jim's reply was, "I'm so fucked out from the last two days, I think it would take two more days before I could cum again. Tell me when you've had enough." Five minutes later, I said, "Enough, let's get out of here." With difficulty, we managed to bend over, one at a time and get our pants back in place. I exited right behind Jim and saw a line of two or three guys waiting for a turn in the cubicle. They all had shit ass grins on their faces and looks that said, "We know what you have been doing in there!" But I did not care who knew. I just smiled a "I just had a very satisfying fuck" look at them and walked on to my station in the galley. When we were back in our seats again, the elderly couple in seats ahead of us, turned to look at us again and gave us two beautific and knowing smiles along with a "thumbs up" sign. As her husband turned to the front, the little old lady whispered my way, "Quite a Christmas present for you," before she also turned to face forward again! Fini ***** [If you liked this story, please, leave a comment and tell me. If you did not like it, you may tell me that, too. I also appreciate your votes. Regards, caprine.]