Jason Cannon
Hot pants stewardess
CHAPTER ONE
Maureen awoke with a start. Two fingers of her left hand were buried in her own cunt, and her right hand was wrapped around Eddie Dale's soft cock.
A smile spread across her beautiful face as she remembered the orgy party the night before and the wild fucking Eddie had given her when they got back to the apartment.
Eddie was a nice guy, not someone Maureen would want to spend the rest of her life with, but a guy who loved to party. He was also a guy who loved to fuck, and had a foot-long cock to do it with.
She had obviously been dreaming about fucking. That's why she had been fingering her own cunt in her sleep and had reached for Eddie's cock instinctively.
She glanced at the clock. It was seven-thirty, and she had a flight to Denver at ten. Two and a half hours. Time enough for another hard, glorious fuck from Eddie, and then to the airport.
But she had already broken the agreement she had made with Joanie the night before. God, was she going to do it again this morning? An agreement that was barely twenty-four hours old and Maureen was blowing it all to hell.
Joanie's words rang in her ears as she squeezed Eddie's cock and felt juice from her hot pussy ooze out around her fingers.
"Maureen, we've got to stop this," Joanie had said.
"What?"
"Fucking."
"Me you crazy? We've been fucking our brains out, and enjoying every minute of it, since we were eighteen years old! Why stop now!"
"That's just it," Joanie had replied, conviction in her voice. "We're not going anywhere. We should make a pact and keep it."
"What kind of pact?"
"That from now on we don't party with, suck, or fuck any guy who we don't think we might someday want to marry."
"Jesus," Maureen gasped, "that cunts out ninety percent of the guys I ball!"
"I know. Me, too. But we're twenty-five years old. We should start thinking about our futures, about marriage and kids. We should think about future husband material in the guys we choose to go to bed with, instead of how much meat they've got, or how good they fuck!"
How much cock they had, and how they used it, was very important to Maureen. But she had to admit that Joanie was right; her little blonde roommate and lifelong friend had always been more practical.
She had made the pact fully intending to keep it.
But then Eddie had called. He was a bartender at one of the airport lounges, and a very unlikely candidate for marriage. But, upon hearing his voice, Maureen forgot all that in one instant. She had been bored, and visions of that thick twelve inches of hard cock danced in front of her eyes.
Joanie had a flight, so she wasn't there to give moral support. Maureen agreed to go to a little party with Eddie and another couple. They had dinner, much too much to drink, and the next thing Maureen knew, they were in a huge room at the Airport Motel.
The other girl, Jennifer, a stew Maureen had never flown with, had already stripped down to her panties and bra and flopped across one of the beds in a seductive pose.
Eddie had gone downstairs to get a bottle and some ice, leaving Maureen alone with the couple.
"You've got beautiful tits, honey," Maureen said, watching the girl's huge breasts bulge from her lacy half-bra.
"I'll bet you do, too," Jennifer giggled.
Marty, Jennifer's date, was standing by Maureen, pressing his crotch against her thigh and staring down at Jennifer. He had wanted to see the tall redhead nude since the evening had started. Eddie had told him he wasn't sure whether Maureen would swing for a foursome or not. Well, from the looks of the current situation, there wasn't much doubt of it. And just thinking about getting his prick between those long, perfectly tapering legs had given him a throbbing hard-on.
"I'll bet your pussy tastes like honey," he whispered into Maureen's ear. He reached out his hand and Maureen took it, allowing him to pull her body tightly against his.
She put her arms around his waist, locking her fingers at the base of his spine and letting herself lean forward. Marty nuzzled his cheek against hers, stroking firmly up and down her back, feeling the warmth and softness of the girl's skin through her thin, silky dress.
"I can feel your cock against my pussy," Maureen giggled, "and it's shooting the shit out of the agreement!"
"What agreement?"
"Never mind," Maureen sighed. "Just rub my cunt harder with your cock!"
"We don't want to make Jennifer feel embarrassed," Marty whispered in her ear. He kissed the lobe tenderly. "Why don't you slip out of your dress?"
"Why don't you help me?" Maureen suggested. She rubbed her body harder against him, her tits pressing heavily into his chest.
Marty felt for the buttons, unfastening them as slowly as possible and caressing the warm skin which his fingers were gradually lying bare. He had to stoop a little to reach the lower buttons as he drew the dress away from her back. His hands cupped the panty-clad cheeks of her ass, fondling them with probing, greedy fingers.
He slipped the straps off her shoulders, then let the garment rustle to the floor between their bodies. Rising to his full height again, holding her tightly to him, he looked down at the marvelously rich globes of her breasts. They stuck out proudly from twin, lace-trimmed cups, the white swells overflowing.
His hands roamed over her nude back, found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Maureen wiggled her shoulders, holding him slightly away from her body so that the bra could join her dress on the carpet. It dropped away from her breasts slowly, as if reluctant to leave the warmth of her flesh, and Maureen ran her fingers beneath them, jiggling the full and creamy orbs and whispering, "Do you like them?"
Marty nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the wonderful spectacle. She rubbed her thumbs deliberately over her nipples, causing them to perk up stiffly. Marty let his hands fall to her buttocks again, gripping the cheeks more firmly and making them shiver and wobble under his fingers.
"Let's go to the bed," he groaned. "I want to suck your tits." His cock was jerking furiously now, making the front of his trousers bulge out.
Maureen dropped one hand and let it brush softly against the bulge.
"Oh, my!" she whispered. "You're really hard, aren't you? I think we ought to have those pants off, you know. Your poor prick can hardly move inside them!"
He moved her quickly to the bed and laid her down beside Jennifer. The other girl immediately moved as close as possible to Maureen and draped an arm over the redhead's shoulders.
"I hope you like girl sex, too," Jennifer sighed in her ear.
"I like all sex," Maureen chuckled, reaching around to fondle Jennifer's breast.
Her fingers were just able to reach the soft slope of the girl's upper breast. They fumbled beneath the black bra and, by stretching her arm, Maureen managed to push her fingers onto the girl's nipple, rubbed the pink bud into erectness beneath her bra.
Marty had paused to strip off his shirt and slacks before joining the girls. He was about to pull his shorts down as well when Maureen stopped him.
"Let me do that," she said. And he felt her soft fingers tugging at the tight waistband of his briefs, dragging them carefully over the hard bulge of his cock.
She exposed his meat completely, then let her hand tickle teasingly over the low-slung balls and upwards onto his shaft.
When they had caressed up to his belly, Maureen stroked his coarse pubic hairs gently. "Take them off, Marty. Then push yourself against me!"
Marty quickly pulled the pants down his legs and climbed onto the bed, laying his hand on Maureen's waist, his fingers just above the elastic of her panties. She slipped her other arm around his shoulders, keeping her right hand in Jennifer's bra, and drew him on top of her nearly-naked body.
Marty lowered himself down, feeling Maureen's yielding flesh meeting his own, their bellies pressing tightly together, his prick pulsing against the hard pubic mound.