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Chapter 2

So, back to that day six years ago when I decided that the "stews nest" was not for me and that what I really needed were men to live with, preferably in something at least approaching luxury. The particular month I speak of had me flying New York-St Thomas. It was nice, I'd been a stew for about two years and St. Thomas was the best run I'd gotten so far-it was winter in New York. Also the company was expanding that year and taking on new stewardesses and because of that I had enough seniority on the St. Thomas run to finally get out of Tourist Class galley for the first time and find myself in First Class cabin, an improvement resulting in less work and more intimate relationships with the customers (there are fewer of them in first class). Incidentally, I don't mean sexually intimate-that came quite a bit later.

Well, one morning our flight didn't get off because of weather in the Caribbean. It seems as if there is a peculiar type of clear air turbulence at low altitudes which occasionally plagues the American and British Virgin Island area. Because of the extremely short runway at Harry S. Truman Field on St. Thomas, landing becomes impossible, or almost so in the buffeting, invisible winds which have been known to switch direction almost 180 degrees in thirty seconds! All of this, on perfectly clear sunny days. At the best of times, the cockpit crews and the more sophisticated passengers consider H.S.T., which is just barely adequate for the equipment we use, one of the hairiest landing approaches in the business. The landing-abort-line is painted on the runway just a short distance from the end and since the approach is over water onto a runway right can be somewhat of an optical problem. Of the nine trips I made there, all were pleasant except the first. We encountered violent turbulence during the approach, overshot the abort line, touching down about 25 yards beyond it, and took off again into even more violent air directly toward a large hill at the other end. The Captain fought her around again in a steep bank and attempted another approach, but was waved off about a quarter of a mile from touchdown by the tower who informed us that the wind had shifted and now we were landing in a very off-again on-again erratic cross-wind. We diverted to St. Croix which doesn't have the problem and it was four hours before the phenomenon cleared up on St. Thomas. Fortunately, this strange turbulence doesn't occur very often and the pilots, who are totally aware of the approach and runway problem, exercise extra caution when coming into HST. It helps to explain why there have been very few landing or take-off fiascos.

Since these periods of turbulence can last for many hours in that part of the Caribbean, and since our Captain had recently experienced the results of such turbulence it's easy to understand why flight 312 was postponed. It was eight-thirty in the morning and to be safe the flight was rescheduled for two-thirty that afternoon. That totaled up to six hours and I'd be damned if I'd spend them sitting around the airport. I decided to go home, back to the "stews nest," which was twenty minutes away in Queens, and wash out a few things.

I parked the Mustang in front of our apartment building. It always reminded me of a prison somehow, a stark, unadorned and functional five-story pile of new brick. We lived on four, about halfway down the hall, between the incinerator chute and the two elevators. I went in quietly because Ellen, one of my two roomates had just returned from her Mexico flight and was probably sleeping. Fran, my other roomate, was standing-down for a few days, but had been out when I left at six that morning… probably shacking up with some creep… I really hated that bitch.

As I entered the living room, I heard a buzzing sound coming through the slightly opened door leading to the bedroom I had been sharing with Ellen for about two weeks. She was new, replacing another stew who quit a month earlier to get married. Well, the buzzing continued and I kind of took it for granted Ellen was shaving her legs or drying her hair or some such, and was awake, so I just barged on in. She didn't hear me. She didn't hear me because she was too busy. She was too busy to hear me because she was stretched out on the bed with a vibrator shoved halfway up her cute little snatch!

I watched, fascinated. She was in the process of fucking herself with it, one hand shoving it in and out, the other toying with her clit. I could see the lovely gleaming pearls of cunt juice, clinging to the shaft of the electrified dildo. It was the first time for me. I mean, I had always figured myself for a voyeur, but had never experienced an actual live performance. Outside of a few situations in which there were conveniently placed mirrors, I'd never viewed a sex act of any kind… well, movies, stag reels as they were called, but here was the real thing!

As I watched, Ellen withdrew the vibrator and placed it on her clit, drawing it slowly back and forth. My juices started to run as she threw her head back and cupped one of her firm, pouting breasts. She was cuming! By this time I was standing there rubbing my own cunt through my dress. Quickly, I raised the skirt, and through the sheer nylon of my panties began to stroke my clit. I remember the sudden aberrant thought which flashed momentarily through my feverish brain; I was being stimulated by a woman… just watching her was enough to set me off! I'd never had any kind of a dyke experience, except of course in fantasy, and there was a moment of guilt-panic. The feeling vanished as quickly as it had come and I was left with the tantalizing knowledge of my hungry pussy. I rubbed delicately as Ellen, her red mouth wide open in erotic urgency, shoved the white electric cock deep into her cunt and grasped her throbbing clit between two fingers, squeezed it hard, jerking her hand at the same time in a rotary motion, pulling at her clitoris and distending it like some pendulous bit of agonized flesh.

By this time, the juices were literally running down my inner thighs and I was digging in with a vengeance. My right hand was fucking my bright red panties right into my soaking pussy while my left titillated my hard clit, fingers pressing and rubbing up and down. Ellen suddenly pulled the vibrator out of her gaping cunt and started sucking on it, lapping her juices off its hard white plastic surface. I gazed into her pouting pink pussy which seemed to have a life of its own. I could actually see it throbbing! She licked and sucked on the buzzing vibrator, moaning in a hoarse, faraway voice as she came.

And as she came, I came, my entire body shaking in the grips of a delicious exaltation. I held tight to my cunt as the orgasm diminished, slowly, slowly,… I must have sighed audibly in the midst of my passion because suddenly Ellen expression replacing the passion of just a moment before. I removed my hand from my soaking pussy, shivering slightly in the orgasmic afterglow as a drop or two of love juice trickled down my leg. Ellen, crimson with embarrassment, attempted to raise the sheet over her nudity.

"Gabriel!…" She was totally non-plussed, her hands frantically pulling at the tangled sheet. "You left over an hour ago… " she said, her voice a harsh whisper, her breasts heaving from the activity of just a moment before.

"My flight was postponed till two-thirty." I explained, smoothing the front of my skirt over still-twitching thighs.

"Oh… I'm so embarrassed! I mean, I don't know what to say to you!"

"Don't be… really, Ellen. If it will make you feel any better about it, I do the same thing myself… quite often, actually."

"You do?"

"Of course, silly, most girls do. Surely you know that."

"But I always thought you had such an active sex life… with men, I mean."

"I do, but the more you get, the more you want. At least that's the way it is with me. If I'm getting fucked regularly, I masturbate a lot. When I've gone without it for awhile I'm not stimulated enough to masturbate. Aren't you the same way?… C'mon, I'll bet you had a hell of a sex scene last night. Am I right? It turned you on thinking about it so you tossed off… correct?

"It wasn't last night, it was the night before in Mexico City, but you're right."

"It must have been a terrific fuck."

"Oh, it was, Gabriel, the best, the very best. We fucked for hours."

"Tell me more," I said, walking over to the bed and placing my hand on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and asked, "You really want to hear about it, Gabriel?"

"Yes, tell me everything, baby."

"Well, I met him on the flight, his name was Frank, Frank Harris. He was tall, about six feet or more, not very handsome though, kind of rugged… like a tall Bogart, know what I mean?"

"Yes," I answered as I pulled the sheet slowly, ever so slowly, from off her heaving breasts. "I get a perfect picture of him." Ellen's nipples were two hard, pink peas, surrounded by dark, lush aureoles. I found myself staring at them and wondering why I was being so affected by the sight of the cream-colored rotundity, the softness, the firmness of her twin love mounds! It was really getting to me, as was the warm wet sound of her droning, erotic voice. I couldn't understand it! She was a woman… I was panting after her as if she were a big-balled, hard-cocked male stud! Something I didn't know about myself was surfacing.

She was saying, "… and then we went to a lovely place for dinner. There was dancing, latin at first, but then another band came on and we were dancing close, very close… people don't do that much anymore. Ohhh… Gabriel, it was so romantic! The group was playing old romantic tunes, like 'Our Love Is Here To Stay' and, 'Quiet Nights'… Bossa-novas and ballads, it was so nice and slow and warm. And then at one point I felt the bulge up against me… his cock, his big lovely cock, pressing up against me… I ground my body into it and he placed both hands on my buttocks. God! my ass seemed to have a mind of its own! That's a funny place to have a brain, isn't it? But my ass was rolling and humping in five different directions, slowly… all by itself, causing my groin to rub and rub and rub against the cock-lump in his pants! Ohhh… then we stopped moving and just stood there swaying. I don't know how this affected the other customers in the place, but I really didn't care at that point! I mean his cock was throbbing against me in time to the music! Did that ever happen to you? I mean a cock in rhythm to the music?"

"Yes. It's a real turn on, isn't it?" I looked down at Ellen and smiled and then very gently rested my right hand on her breast. She glanced down at it and then back up into my face, returning my smile and closing her eyes. I reached under my skirt, to find my pussy still wet through my sopping panties. I rubbed gently over my extended clit Ellen's eyes opened wide and she watched fascinated as I began to masturbate again.

"Ahhh… Gabriel, you weren't kidding me to makes me feel better, you do jerk off, just like I do. How nice, how sweet."

"Of course," I panted, "I even own a vibrator just like yours."

"The vibrator wasn't mine, Gabriel, I borrowed it… it's yours. I was looking for a safety pin and ran across it in your top drawer. Hope you don't mind, darling." She squirmed on the bed, pressing her breast up into my hand.

"With any one else I would, baby… I mean a vibrator is a personal thing, like a toothbrush, you can use it any time, any time… Ohhh, feels good… " I had gotten under the panty leg and holding my cunt lips open with two fingers, I was frigging my throbbing clit with my thumb. Meanwhile with my right hand I cupped Ellen's breast, delighting in the smooth pneumatic feel of it. Her distended nipple was punching a sweet hole in my palm.

"Ohhh, that's so nice," she moaned. "How does it feels it feel for you?"

"It feels wet, juicy," I answered, "It's crying out for a stiff cock or a soft tongue. My whole body feels ready to erupt through my juicy fuck it nice… fuck your sweet, wet cunt nice, nice!"

"Ohhhh, yes… I'm fucking it, baby… " Gently I pinched her nipple and I could feel the tremor pass through her body.

"Do you still want to hear the rest of the story?"

"I do, Ellen, but first… " I released her turgid nipple and reaching down, pulled the sheet completely off her quivering body, exposing her luscious flat belly and her cute little blond bush which glistened with pearls of love.

Gently I took her hand in mine and placed it on her pussy. "Now," I said, "continue your story."

"Ahhh, I'm so wet, Gabriel… I'm soaking!"

"The story, Ellen." I watched fascinated as two of her fingers seemed to disappear.

"Well," she said, her voice quivering, "We went to his hotel, The Presidente. He, Frank I mean, had a suite… I think it might have even been the Bridal Suite, it had mirrors in the ceiling over the bed. He kissed me as we entered and it seemed as if the kiss must have lasted for an hour… because when I awoke from it we were naked on the bed… naked, pressed close."

While Ellen talked I removed my clothes. Her hand was making slow circles, with two "missing" fingers, submerged deep into her hungry cunt. Her hips made lazy eights on the bed.

"I reached down," she continued, "and grabbed his cock. It was made of stone flesh… so hard… ahhhh my cunt tingles when I think of it! That beautiful, long, thick, throbbing cock! Look, look Gabriel, how my cunt is fluttering!" She removed her fingers and pressing outward on her sodden labia, spread open her pussy. I could see a faint palpitation of succulent cunt tissue. She ran her wet fingers over and under her pussy lips, rolling them back and forth. "Ahhhh, Gabriel… it feels so good!"

"Did he fuck you, baby?" I asked, removing the last vestige of my clothing, my sopping wet, red panties.

"Oh yessss!" She was rubbing her clit furiously now. "He fucked me for hours… hours! First he fucked me doggie fashion and I thought I'd go nuts! I mean, he had my ass raised up high and my legs spread and his balls were beating against my clitoris! It was amazing… the sensation!" At this point, Ellen opened her eyes again and looked up at me. I was completely nude, my hand buried in my hairless crotch. "Ohhhh Gabriel, you're beautiful!" She cried. "Look at you… Ohhh Gabriel!"

I stood over her, gazing down on her wriggling curves, my cunt less than a foot from her passion-stricken face. Her eyes darted downward, stared fascinated at my hand as each individual finger jerked and slithered and undulated against a separate portion of my love box. "Tell me, tell me more… then what did he do?"

"Oh, Gabriel, darling! You really want to know, don't you? It thrills you to hear about it… me and Frank fucking and fucking and fucking!"

"Yes it does!" I cried and I knew that I was lost in her sex. I realized that. I was identifying with every throb, every tantalizing sensation Frank's, prick had created in her! With a shock I also realized that I was identifying with Frank too! I was momentarily shocked at my reaction to his girl, this soft, creamy love symbol that was Ellen.

"Tell me the rest!" I cried.

She closed her eyes, and continued; "He fucked me on a chair. I sat on him with my legs straddling him. It was marvelous… I could look down and watch his thick cock going in and out, in and out. It was such a delicious sight. And I was in control. I sat on his lap, with back to him and he was pinching and tweaking and squeezing my nipples while I rode him. Ahhhhh my cunt, it's so fucking wet." She moved her hand from her pussy, and with a pink tongue proceeded to lick her own love from her fingers. Then, looking up at me, a fucking into her mouth like a small prick, she "Let me taste yours… please."

I inserted two fingers deep into my dripping pussy and then with a thrill I can't describe, placed them gently on her watched fascinated as her tongue emerged curled itself around my slimy index finger, lapping hungrily.

"Ahhhh," she sighed, "Delicious, lovely cunt juice… you taste beautiful!" She took three of my fingers into her mouth and began sucking oil them. It was almost as if my fantasy of a moment before had come true!

"Fuck my cock fingers with your mouth Ellen!" I cried. "Suck my prick fingers… suck… suck!" It was amazing! For the first time I was getting a strong feeling of what it must be like for a man! My fingers had literally become an extension of my cunt… a prick, a hard, stiff prick pumping in and out of Ellen's cunt mouth! My fingers were throbbing, jerking spasmodically like a cock getting set to spew out hot globs of creamy gism! My fingers were cuming!

"Ohhhh baby… suck!" I screamed out as it happened. It was an orgasm which rocked me by it's suddenness. I fucked my fingers furiously into her mouth feeling the soft lips caressing them and a hot, wet tongue curling around and flicking against my fingertips.

"Gabriel, Gabriel!" Her voice broke through the veil of my sensual afterglow; I smiled down at her as she squeezed, gently, my now flaccid fingers, "You came," she said, "You came in my mouth with your fingers! I've never experienced anything so erotic."

"Neither have I."

"Come here, Gabriel, on the bed. I want your body to touch mine. Come, and I'll tell you the rest of my story. My adventure with Frank Harris." She moved, making room for me as I lay next to her, my head cradled on her arm, our hips touching. I could feel the ardent warmth of her body.

"He came in me twice," she stated. "He had a funny way of cuming, he twitched and shivered a lot, you know? Most guys come in big spasms, but Frank drew it out. Instead of a few seconds, his orgasms were longer… almost five minutes. It was great to cum with him because each little twitch, and there were hundreds, would push me a little further over the edge."

"Sounds delightful."

"And then he did something I've never heard of before. I was sucking his cock and just as he was ready to cum, he pulled out. I remember telling him that I wanted him to shoot off in my mouth, but he didn't pay any attention to me. He held his cock in one hand and spread the opening… the tiny little opening at the tip… Ohhh God! Every time I think of what he did next, I feel like my whole fucking body is one huge tit! He placed his opened cock… that little opening right over my nipple! His cock was grabbing my nipple! I was fucking his cock with my long hard nipple! And then he came. I could feel it squirting all over my breast but the wildest thing of all was the sensation, in my fucking nipple, Gabriel! It was like a wet pressure building up behind his pinching cock head. And then the cream just oozed out from around the sides. Have you ever heard anything so exciting?"

The bed was rolling gently due to the rotary motion of Ellen's hips as I looked at her and asked, "Which breast, baby? Which nipple did he swallow with his prick? Show me where he came."

"The right one, this one," she said, cupping it. It was an offering. I leaned forward, and for the first time in my life placed my lips around the soft aureole of a womans breast. My tongue skimmed lightly over the hard protuberance and I felt her body jerk spasmodically.

"I wish his cum juice were still there," I muttered, my tongue fluttering gently over the small bit of erectile tissue. "Ohhh, I'd love to taste gism on your breast!"

"Suck it, Gabriel… ahhhh, suck, suck… "

"Your nipple is like a tiny cock, baby!"

Ellen was pressing me close to her, squashing her soft but firm breast like an inflated pillow under my avid mouth. "Take my cock in your mouth. Lick it, suck it! Ohhhhh, your tongue!"

Her hands were fluttering like two sensuous butterflies across my back as I suctioned her nipple, pulling it, stretching it, running my hardened tongue across its stiffened tissue. I felt her hand reach around and cup my breast, she squeezed it and caressed it, her palm teasing the hard button, his fingers curving its sensitive globularity. And then, pulling my mouth away from her succulent ovid, she raised my lips to hers, her delicate hands on either side of my face, caressing. Her long tongue slithered into my hot mouth. I licked her lips and our tongues embraced.

"Lay, back Gabriel darling," she whispered into my mouth. "Lay back darling, I want to make love to you… I want to taste you, eat you… everything… "

She eased me back onto the bed, her mouth still on mine, her tongue fucking through my softly pursed lips. My body tingled as I felt her fluttery tongue lapping its way down to my swollen breasts. She flicked a turgid nipple and then, lowering her head, engulfed as much of my tit as she could, running her hot, snake-like tongue around its sensitive aureole. Then, her hand on my cunt, her fingers gently spread the soft pink lips. Delightful agony! Her fingers, tantalizing the fuck-flesh of my itching labia… never quite touching the throbbing clit just millimeters away.

"Ahhhh, Ellen," I sighed. "My cunt… my fucking hot cunt… do it! Play, baby, play. Feel how wet it is for you. Fell how it opens for you, baby!"

"It's beautiful… beautiful pussy. It's so naked, so lovely. Ahhhh… feel my fingers fucking you!"

"Fuck it… fuck it… fuck it!" I heaved on the bed, my hips thrusting, fucking back at her ardent, plunging fingers. Her thumb was now pressing against my twitching clit. She moved it in a rotary motion, creating soft friction over its throbbing surface. And then, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, her fingers still in me, she wriggled downward over my undulating body. Placing the pillow under the twin globes of my throbbing ass, she spread my legs as far as they would go.

"Open your cunt for me Gabriel. Open it, hold it open for me." I reached down and spread my cunt lips for her.

"Watch, baby. Look at me!" My eyes, enraptured, went slowly to hers. She was kneeling at my feet, removing the two fingers buried deep in my cunt. I watched, as she slowly bent forward, her right breast cupped in her hands. My Body jerked spasmodically as her lustful breast came into contact with my open pussy!

"Ellennnnnnn! Your tit in my cunt!" I screamed. "It's in my cunt, my cunt! Ahhhhh! Oh baby, baby… put it all in, all of it!" She was sliding her lush ovoid back and forth as I strained to open my love box as wide as I could.

"Your cunt is doing things to my tit, Gabriel. I can feel everything, your whole cunt loving my breast! Ohhhhh Gabriel, is it good?"

"It's wonderful. Put the whole thing in! Put it in as far as it will go, baby!"

We both watched as half her breast disappeared into my gaping, hungry love mouth. She moved her body in circles, her tit reaming my cuntal tissue as my whole body began to erupt in a paroxysm of lust.

"I'm going to cum… to cummmmmm!" I screamed.

"Cum, Gabriel, baby. Oh please, please cum, I want my tit to feel you cum. Gush it out! Cum- cum-cum!"

We looked into each others glazed eyes as the overwhelming sensation spread from my convulsing crotch throughout my body… to my toes and tits, my undulating ass and its puckered opening. My fingers were cuming, my mouth was cuming, my armpits were cuming! I twitched in jerking rhythm to the pulsating throbs of my erupting cunt! Then suddenly, in the midst of everything, Ellen removed her breast from my palpitating pussy. It was a sudden vacuum which left me momentarily empty, my orgasm searching for direction, like a radar antenna scanning for a target. And then I felt her mouth. My world exploded into a million twirling, flashing, orgasmic spastic particles!

"Eat me! Ohhhhh, you lovely, beautiful cunt-lapper… eeeehh, I'm still cuming! I'm going to cum and cum and cum forever in your fuck-mouth, you hot wild fucking suck bitch! Suck my fucking pusssssssssssyyy! Eat me, suck me tongue me… ahhhhhh, sink your cock tongue in my wet fuck mouth pussy! Elllennnnn!" I pushed her head down hard, almost drowning her in my pussy juices. I was completely off my head, my body convulsed, my cunt disgorging gallons of hot serum into her avid, suctioning mouth.

I suddenly felt that I had to have a part of her in my mouth. I cried out: "Ellen, bring your ass around… come baby, on my face… suck me while I suck you… ahhhhh, baby, that's good. Make me cum again. We'll cum together… give me your sweet cunt to suck, bring it here, here to my sucking mouth." She came around, her body over mine. I looked up into her pouting, pink pussy framed in lovely silken blond pubic hair. My tongue twitched with expectation. This would be my first time at pussy eating and I was dying for it.

"Here's my cunt, Gabriel," she muttered into my pussy while slowly lowering her steaming crotch onto my face. "Suck it, suck it." she moaned, her voice muffled by my pussy flesh. Then suddenly her hot sloppy cunt was all over my face! I felt for her clit, my tongue exploring juicy folds of her passion box.

"Eat it, Gabriel. Eat my cunt, eat, eat… suck it!" she screamed into my pussy. I found her clit and taking it between my lips tweaked it rhythmically with my tongue. The taste was spicy, aromatic. I'd never tasted cunt before, and I felt that from here on in, I was hooked.

Succulent twat syrup cascaded into my lustful mouth… her cunt was boiling over. She cried out and I could feel her tremors. "I'm cuminnnnggg! Ahhhh, feel me cum!" she cried, raising her head from my crotch and then diving again into its pulsing wetness.

We came together, both of us crying out into the heat of each others twitching twats. It seemed as if Ellen had my entire cunt in her mouth as my tongue flicked her clit at a million cycles a second.

A hundred years later, I raised my dripping face from between her now relaxed legs. She did likewise, and we sat, smiling at each other. "That's the first time for me, Ellen, it was lovely," I said, stroking her wet thigh. "Was it the first for you?"

"No. I've loved a few women before, but just a few. It's a wonderful thing if it's right… like making love to yourself, almost. I mean everything is so familiar, so soft and gentle."

"I'll bet it is, you cunt-lapping little bitch!" came a voice from the doorway. Ellen and I sat up, startled. Fran, our other roomate, was standing in the bedroom door, her mouth set in a grimace of disdain and hate. Standing next to her was a man I took to be her date of the evening, his bare cock hanging limp through the opened zipper of his pants. A silly embarrassed grin lighted his face. I saw pearls of gism glistening on the end of his flaccid tool and as I watched a long thin stream, like a silky strand woven by a spider, descended from his cockhead to the floor.

"And don't give me that shit about it being the first time for you, Gabriel," she continued. "I've suspected you for a long time, you dyke bitch!"

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked.

"Long enough."

"I don't doubt it," I said, grinning at her boy friend as she walked to the bed and wiped her sperm-laden fingers on the white sheet.

Ellen lay huddled under the sheet, her face frozen in an expression of shocked embarrassment. I made no such concession to Fran but instead lay there, naked and exposed, my satiated body proudly exhibited, my head resting on Ellen's covered hip. As Fran raved on I wet a finger in my steaming pussy and raised it to my lips. As I licked, Fran's boy friend ran his tongue over dry, nervous lips, his eyes boring into mine. Fran, in her stupid rage, noticed nothing. She was saying, "Both of you will get the hell out of here or… "

"No, I said. "It's you who will get the hell out of here. Who in the fuck do you think you are, busting into a person's bedroom? What Ellen or I do in the privacy of our room is our business, you sneaking bitch!" I really let her have it. Aggression was the best policy in a case like this.

"Why should I leave? I'm not the one who's done wrong… " Her voice indicated that she was somewhat shaken by my refusal to be put on the defensive.

The boy friend turned to her and said, "I don't see why you're so upset Fran. She's right, you know."

"Fuck off, you creep!" She turned to him in a rage; "Put your prick back in your pants and mind your own fucking business!" I glanced down, he started to obey her but was having a hard time of it, his cock had hardened somewhat, obviously from my machinations. I caught his eye and cupped my breast, watching his prick go to full erection. It didn't take much; I felt proud. Fran flipped.

"You dumb bastard!" she screamed at him. "That dyke may get it hard but if you had any sense you'd know she is incapable of doing anything about it, so get it the fuck back in your pants! She only digs girls, stupid!"

It was at that point that the straw broke the camel's back. The moment of truth had arrived! Quickly I flipped over on my belly, and rising up on my knees presented my naked ass to Fran's date. As I turned to look at him over my shoulder I heard both Fran and Ellen gasp in surprise. I beckoned to the guy with my head, smiling at him and wagging my ass in the air. He grinned even wider and taking three steps forward had his prick inserted in my juicy love portal before anyone even knew what had taken place!

"Larry! You bastard, what are you doing?" screamed Fran.

"That's obvious," he replied. "I'm fucking this lovely lady."

Once more, over my shoulder, I turned to him. "My name is Gabriel Du Champe," I stated, pumping my ass slowly back and forth as his cock pistoned in and out.

"I'm Larry Worth," he said. "Pleased to meet you," He was cool. Expert that I am, I could tell by his movements that he knew how to fuck. The only problem was his pants, which prevented me from feeling fully his hard, muscular legs as they slapped against my ass. Well, you can't have everything and the satisfaction I was receiving from what I saw of the confusion and dismay on Fran's face, was worth a much greater sacrifice. Larry and I continued the casual fuck, paying little attention to her ravings.

"I'll get you!" She yelled. "I'll get both you dyke bitches if it takes me ten years! When I'm through with you, your reputations won't be worth a tinker's fuck!" Her face was livid, saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth and tears of rage had caused mascara to run down her cheek. "I'll get you both fired from the company… I can do it, Godamit!"

Larry was taking short strokes, causing little titillations of pleasure to course their way through my heaving body. During a momentary lull in the torrent of Fran's rage I asked, "Larry baby, did you ever know a dyke to fuck this well?" As punctuation, I alternately tightened and relaxed my cuntal muscles around his thick fuck-stick.

"No, Gabriel, it's never been known for a dyke to have a snapping pussy like yours… actually I've never had a straight chick who could do what you just did… Christ! Do it again!" I did.

At this point, Ellen finally spoke. Raising herself up on one elbow, she placed her hand on Larry's (which was braced on my ass) and introduced herself. "I'm Ellen Shaw."

"Pleased to meet you, M'am," he answered, plunging in to the hilt.

"Bitches!" screamed Fran. "Dirty, fucking bitches!"

Bob stopped fucking, pulled his cock out of me and said, "Excuse me, ladies." He turned, walked three paces to Fran and without a word hauled off and slapped her hard across the face! Ellen and I stared in total surprise as Fran, tears of rage and fear running down her mascarad cheeks, picked herself up and stormed out of the bedroom. A moment later we heard the front door slam.

"Now, where were we, ladies?" he asked, removing his clothing.

A few minutes later he had his cock buried once again deep in my pussy. I was on my knees and Larry, now naked, was fucking me from behind. Ellen, crawling out from under the sheet, squirmed her way beneath my undulating body, her head facing toward Larry, the junction of her thighs spread just below my panting mouth. Larry pounded away into my suctioning cunt as I lowered my head until my lustful lips finally came, once again, into contact with her aromatic pussy. I took her clit between my lips, tantalizing it with my tongue as Larry thrust his powerful fuck-tool all the way.

"Suck my balls baby," he moaned. "Ohhhhh yes! Suck and fuck me!" I gasped with pleasure as I realized that while I was eating her cunt, Ellen was sucking on Larry's plunging balls.

"I'm cuminggggggg!" he cried.

I raised my head and with barbaric urgency called, "Cum in Ellen's mouth! Squirt your hot gism into her mouth… Larryyyy! Ahhhhh!" I felt myself exploding!

"Yesss, Larry," screamed Ellen. "In my mouth. Cum, cum!"

"My cock is ready, it's full of cream… soon… Aghhhh!" I felt the sudden emptiness as Larry jerked his spewing tool out of my cunt and jammed it between Ellen's enraptured lips. It was divine! Ellen grunted and the three of us came together. A few seconds later, with cock foam dripping from the corner of her mouth, she twisted around and with her tongue transferred Larry's load into my hot, ravenous mouth.

Later, he came in Ellen while I reamed his puckered anus with my tongue. It was something else I'd never done before and I must say it was a sensual delight. But suddenly it was after twelve noon and I realized I must get back to Kennedy for the delayed takeoff. While dressing I watched Ellen trying to bring some hard life back into Larry's soft prick. She was having little success.

"Listen to me," he said. "I've got a great idea."

"As good as the ideas you demonstrated this morning in bed?" I asked.

"Better, much better."

"Impossible!" said Ellen.

"No, seriously," he continued. "I want you two girls to come and live with me, I've sot a large apartment, lots of room and it's a hell of a lot better than putting up with Fran. How about it?"

"Terrific!" cried Ellen, still pulling on his wet flaccid dick.

"I don't know… " I hesitated.

"Look, Gabriel, if it's your freedom you're worried about, forget it… there's no problem. You can do anything you want, fuck other guys, anything. Come and go as you please."

"OK," I said. "Providing we pay you what we're paying now… rent, I mean."

"I don't need your money. It's silly… "

"No, it will help us retain our independence, How about it, Ellen?"

"I agree… Yes, we should pay you rent, Larry."

"Ok, I'm not going to argue," he said. "Look, my cock is getting hard again! That really seals the bargain!"

"We'll seal it with sticky cock cum," said Ellen, running her thumb over his concupiscent cock head.

So it was arranged that Ellen and Larry would move my things into his pad while I was away. Goodbye to the Stews Nest and all Stews Nests forever! When I got back from St. Thomas, I moved in and the three of us lived together for about six months until Larry proposed marriage to me. Ellen moved out, but we remained the best of friends. She and I still make it on rare occasions and from time to time find ourselves sharing flights together. In fact, she is currently the First Class galley stew on 602, my London run this month.

As for Larry, he was the first one in a string of New York "fiancйs." He lasted for two years and was followed by George, then Jerry and Mike and finally Bob, who is the greatest of them all. In fact, I met Bob Potter while having lunch with Ellen three years ago. Its funny how Ellen continues to bring me luck, isn't it?