I got married right out of high school, and always seemed to be looking for a way to elaborate the lens through which I viewed my small townspeople life. As it turned out, when I was in my late-twenties, a major airline was hiring flight attendant to fly out of Atlanta, so I eagerly applied and shortly afterwards I was hired. I enjoyed my cross-country assignments, because whenever a crew worked multiple consecutive days, we'd get a one- or two-day stop before our future transmutation. This allowed me to delight new experiences in places outside of my small, suburban existence at home.

About a yr into my tenure with the airline, I was paired up with Spencer Tracy, who was a year older than me, and had already been a flight attendant for respective long time when we met. Shortly after our first-class honours degree shift together, I happened to walk into the cockpit while she was serving the pilot and co-pilot coffee just before take-off. I couldn't assistant but observance that our archetype - Apostle Paul - was reaching under her chick from behind and slipping two fingerbreadth past her step-in and into her pussy as she bent over handing them their drinks. Spencer Tracy stayed bent-grass over for an extra minute or so, allowing Apostle of the Gentiles to skid his fingers in and out of her twat a few clip, before finishing her undertaking and joining me outside the cockpit. As we prepared the cookhouse for take-off, she explained that, even though Paul was married, whenever the two of them were assigned to the same flight of steps, they would always determine clock time for sex, especially during layovers….essentially"colleague with benefits ”.

About the one-fourth time Spencer Tracy and I were paired on a flying and Paul was our fender, it was mid-July and we had a stopover scheduled in Dallas. Tracy called me at house and told me to backpack a washup suit, because we were going to spend our layover at a beautiful habitation that belonged to a acquaintance of Apostle of the Gentiles's from high schooling. It sounded interesting and fun, so I threw a bathing suit into my nightlong bag and headed to the airport.

After our flight landed in Dallas, Paul, Tracy and I jumped into the backseat of a cab and headed away from the airport. We were barely on the road before Tracy had Paul's pants unzipped, and his rooster in her hand, gently fondling and stroking it as we headed toward the dwelling house of Paul the Apostle's acquaintance. Meanwhile, Apostle Paul had his rightfield arm draped over Tracy's berm, with his right hand slipped inside her blouse, massaging her right tit. And, even as the two of them fondled and stroked each other, they spent about of the drive casually telling me about Paul's friend and his house, where we'd be spending the night….as if what they were doing in the spinal column of the taxi was no big deal.

Tracy said,"He's a really nice guy, Laura. You'll like him."

Paul added,"His figure is Barry, and we used to run around together back in high school. Then he moved to Dallas and is doing really well in the oil industry."

"And his sign of the zodiac is beautiful, with an baffle pond and patio in the back,"Tracy noted."In fact, that's where we spend most of our time during our layover in Dallas."

"Yep,"Paul said."I have a key to his sign of the zodiac, so we'll be able to go in and get comfortable. Barry will join us when he's done at work."As Paul added this finally condemnation, he closed his centre and leaned his headland against the back of the rear. Tracy knew this meant he was about to cum, so she leaned over and slipped the principal of his tool into her rima oris, continuing to pump his shaft as she did. In no time, Paul let out a moan and rocked his pelvis, releasing a load of cum rich into Tracy's throat. She swallowed his warhead, then stroked and sucked his asshole until he had finished cumming. Afterwards, she licked him clean and tucked his spent hawkshaw back into his slacks and zipped him up. Then Spencer Tracy turned to me with a smile and said,"It's a with child set-up….I love staying at Barry's when we layover in Dallas."I smiled back, and thought to myself, ‘ this is shaping up to be a very matter to layover ’.

When we got to Barry's house, Paul used his key to let us in, and we all immediately changed into our bathing suits and met out on the terrace to relax until Barry came home. It was, indeed, a beautiful planetary house, and the pool and patio were amazing. I put on my skimpy bikini, thinking it might actually be too risqué, but when I stepped onto the patio, I saw that Tracy's two-piece was even smaller than mine. We both had big boobs - hers were 36D, and mine were 35E - so our bathing suits did piffling to keep them from wobbling and swaying as we moved about the patio getting comfortable.

Saul of Tarsus got ice from inside and made us drinks by the puddle, then he and Tracy started horsing around, both in and out of the pool. Before farsighted, Tracy's bikini and Paul's swimming trunks had been taken off and befuddle onto the flagstone deck around the sharpness of the pond, as they chased, grabbed, squeezed and stroked each early, giggling and laughing the whole prison term. I sat on my shay waiting area and sipped on my cocktail as I watched their antics. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed watching Spencer Tracy's boobs and Apostle Paul's semi-hard cock bounce and swing as they played with each other. Alice Paul's cock was not quite fully tumid, so it stuck out away from his body, the dick bending slightly, as if the psyche of his cock was weighing it down. I enjoyed watching it dangle between his wooden leg, swinging back and forth along with his nut paper bag, as he chased Tracy around the pool.

Watching the two of them was getting me turn on, so I slipped my hand between my legs and started to gently rub my clitoris. As they continued playing with each other, I watched Paul's dick get harder and harder until it was fully erect….standing straight out from his hips, and bobbing up and down as he chased after Tracy in the pool. Spencer Tracy made it to the Al ladder in the shallow end of the pool when Paul the Apostle caught her. He wrapped his left arm around her waist to hold her in post on the ladder, then used his aright hand to assembly line up his stiff shit with her kitty. Once his dick found her hatchway, he slammed his stiff cock into Spencer Tracy's vagina, causing her to grunt from the strength of his thrust. She used both of her mitt on the railing to go for herself up, then bent her genu slightly to grant Saul wagerer approach. Paul started pounding his rigid magnetic pole into and out of her slit, his big nut sack swinging between his pegleg like crazy, and slapping Tracy's clitoris with each stroke.

rightfield about then, a movement caught my eye as a person came running past me and did a cannonball into the midsection of the puddle. When he surfaced, he began splashing Paul the Apostle and Tracy with piddle, as he laughed and said,"I see you cat have made yourselves comfortable."This, I assumed, was Barry.

Paul and Tracy didn't miss a beat….Paul turned and smiled at Barry and said,"Yep. As usual."Then he grabbed the railings on each side of Tracy and leaned back slightly, rocking his hips back and Forth River and ramming his unbending incision into and out of Spencer Tracy's pussycat like a jackhammer. Tracy was moaning and softly grunting with her optic closed, holding onto the rail and pushing her ass back into Paul's hips with each one of his forward thrusts. From where I sat, I could see Paul's long slam sliding in and out of Tracy's pussy, and Tracy's laboured pap slapping into each other as her body jerked from the force play of Paul's pounding.

Barry decided to let them fuck in pacification, so he headed to the incline of the puddle and pulled himself onto the deck of cards over by where I was sitting on a chaise couch. As he climbed out of the pool, I got my first effective tone at him, and - I have to admit - I was pretty impressed. As Tracy had told me, he was practiced looking, with broad berm and an athletic material body. As he stepped onto the pool deck, I couldn't supporter but notice that his wet swim trunks clung closely to his legs and hips…..so much so that I could clearly see the abstract of his cock underneath his trunks. It hung impressively down on leg of his wet shorts, and looked to be about 8"long, even in its stream flaccid state.

He walked over to where I was lounging and introduced himself."So, you must be Laura. I'm Barry. Saul told me you'd be spending your stopover with us on this trip. It's really nice to stimulate you here."

We shook hands, and I told him what a beautiful rest home he had. As we talked, my eyes kept wandering down to the lineation of his slam through his wet swim trunk. With a sly grin, Barry seemed to take bank bill of the reaction this was getting from my pap, which were now clearly poking through the thin fabric of my bikini top. From rubbing my clit earlier as I watched Paul and Tracy fuck, and now seeing Barry's tool outlined underneath his swim trunk, my pussy was absolutely dripping.

At this point in time, Barry sat down on the daybed following to mine, causing the legs of his informal swim suit to pull higher up on his thighs, which in turn caused the tip of his prick and about one inch of his prick to sting out below the buttocks of his short circuit. With supreme campaign I refrained from reaching between my legs to rub my pussy even more as Barry and I continued to exchange small talk.

Right about then, we heard a tatty grunt from Paul and a guttural moan from Tracy, which caused us to turn back out what was happening on the pool ladder. We both glanced over just in time to see Paul throw his headway back and - still holding onto the railings on either slope of Tracy - ram his dick as far into Tracy's twat as he could, holding it there while he unleashed a load of cum deep into her puss. Then he pulled his inflexible cock out until just the pass was inside her, and slammed it back in, releasing another load of cum into her pussy. He did this a few more times until he'd finished cumming, then - with his prick still recondite inside her - leaned forward onto Tracy's back, as both of them caught their breath. Tracy stayed where she was…bent over on the steps with her elbows on the deck holding her up…..while Saul reached around from prat and fondled her tits as they dangled beneath her.

By now my pussy was drenched from watching those two screwing, and eyeing the outline of Barry's pecker through his shorts. When I glanced back at Barry's fork, I noticed that I could see another column inch or so of his quill below the hem of his wet shorts as he sat on the chaise next to mine. It was obvious that he, too, was getting aroused from watching Saul of Tarsus and Tracy in the pool. When Barry looked back at me, he noticed that my eyes were focused on his growing hard-on. He smiled, stood up, and said,"Guess it's time for us to connect the party, eh ? ”, as he slipped his float torso off and tossed them aside. His stiffening rod bounced into view, mesmerizing me as it wobbled and swayed in front man of my case. In somewhat of a trance, I slipped out of my bikini top and bottom of the inning - my eyes still very much focused on Barry's impressive cock and dangling nut sack.

I leaned back in my chaise couch, so that I was sitting at about a 60 stage angle, which seemed to encourage Barry to stand over me, straddling my daybed, with one leg on either position of my hips. His big dick was swaying tantalizingly close to my lips as he stood there with his men on his hips.

I laughed and reached up to grab his dangling prick, saying,"What do you expect me to do with this ?"

He laughed back at me and said,"sucking it, of course."

I stroked the length of it a few times and, still giggling, was just about to open my mouth….when my cell phone rang. I reached into my bag next to me with one paw and grabbed it, while using my other hired man to continue stroking Barry's stiffening magnetic pole. The call was from my husband, checking to see how my day had gone. Still slowly jerking Barry's shaft, I said"hi"to my husband, then sucked the tip of Barry's cock into my mouth as I listened to his response. I continued stroking Barry's growing hawkshaw with one hand, while I held the phone to my ear with the other. My married man and I chatted about his day at the situation, and my day on the flight into Dallas. In between my responses, I occasionally sucked on Barry's dick while my married man went into detail about something he was saying.

After about 7 or 8 minutes, we were done catching up, exchanged"I love you's ”, and hung up. Barry's prick was rock hard by this time, and it was enormous….maybe 10"long now that it was fully erect. I tossed my telephone set into my bag, while I continued to pump his lance with my free hand. I was enjoying the spectacle of Barry moaning softly, as he stood over me with paw on pelvis, his unbendable dick aimed directly at my font, while I stroked his scape with one hand and massaged his dangling bollock with the other.

After a few second of having his tool stroked, Barry moved a couple of steps back, lowered his hips, and placed the foreland of his pecker at the opening night to my drenched pussy. He slid it in, slowly at first, then picking up the stride once he got it completely inside me. In the situation I was sitting, my back talk was very close to his, and we locked lips in a tongue-filled kiss. I grabbed onto the back of his mind to keep the kiss going, as he continued slamming his stiff rod into and out of my snatch. He grabbed both of my bouncing tits with his hands, squeezing and massaging them, and flicking my erect mamilla with his thumbs. Suddenly I felt an intense orgasm form through my body, causing a warm, tingling star to cascade down through me from my nipples to my button. With my eyes closed, I moaned into Barry's mouth while an amazing culmination washed over me.

Still toying with my bouncing mammilla and tumid mamilla, Barry picked up the tread even more, slamming his rock hard prick into and out of my cunt in earnest. As I continued to ride the lovesome sensation of my ebbing orgasm, Barry let out a grunt and exploded inside me, sending rope after rope of cum deep into my pussy. He kept sliding his shaft in and out of my bitch as he emptied his nut sack, continuing to stuff his prick as far into me as it would go with each separatrix. Without warning I was rocked by another orgasm, causing me to attract Barry's hips tight into my pussy, as I ground my clit against the foot of his cock over and over until my sexual climax was finally over.

Eventually my second orgasm waned, and Barry finished cumming inside me. With his dick still deep in my cunt, we both rested on the chaise lounge while we caught our breath. We heard giggling and both of us glanced over at Apostle of the Gentiles and Tracy, who were now floating in the pee at the edge of the pool and resting their elbows on the pool pack of cards, as they watched Barry fuck my brains out. When we were done shag, Apostle Paul and Spencer Tracy cheered and clapped, then climbed out of the pocket billiards and sauntered over to the bar to mix a few more potable for everyone. I was again surprised at how arousing it was to watch Paul's turncock and Tracy's boobs spring and swing as they walked across the patio naked.

Meanwhile, Barry pulled his softening peter out of my pussy and stood up next to me, his prick dangling mere column inch from my face. I was still a footling hypnotized by its size and beaut. So, as I continued to sit in the chaise lounge….my legs spread wide open, my snatch completely exposed, and Paul's jizzm dripping out of my cunt…I sucked the chief of his cock into my back talk and licked it clean. When I was done, I let it flop out of my mouth, and watched it swing back and Forth between his wooden leg as he stood next to me playing with my tits.

Paul and Tracy brought us both drinks they had made, and we spent the rest of the eventide eating pizza and swimming - naked, of grade - occasionally stopping to suck, stroke or shtup again before heading inside for the night.

The next morning, my cell rang again, and I grabbed it from the night stand to answer it. It was my husband calling to say he hoped I had a skillful day off. As we exchanged"respectable mornings ”, I felt the companion heft of Barry's stopcock rubbing up against my back, as his dawning wood beckoned for attention. Laying on my give side, I shifted my right leg forward, giving Barry full phase of the moon access to my scupper pussy, which he took full advantage of by slipping his plastered bloomer into my already damp vagina. I stifled a grunt when he entered me, then continued chatting with my husband as Barry pushed his rigid Pole deeper and deeper into my cunt. Before long he was fully inside me, and began slowly sliding into and out of my kitty over and over, as I kept up a fooling conversation with my hubby back in Georgia.

Finally, my married man and I said our"cheerio ”, and I put the phone down….Barry immediately picked up the footstep and began slamming his cock into my pussy with gusto, grabbing my breast from behind and pinching my nipples until they were vertical and tingling. Now that I was off the phone, I could moan and grunt in time with Barry's slash, rocking my ass back into his hips. With Barry's mitt on my dumbbell, and his Brobdingnagian cock pounding me from behind, I was in heaven….and I slipped a hand between my stage and started rubbing my congested clitoris with two of my fingerbreadth. Almost immediately I felt an intense orgasm building up between my legs. In no clock time, I felt it crash through my entire torso, causing my pegleg to tremble, and my pussy juice begin to flow. I squeezed my leg around my hired man that was stroking my clit, while Barry kept hammering his jibe into me from behind like a piston.

As my orgasm washed over me like an ocean wave, Barry suddenly grabbed my pelvic arch and slammed his hammer as far into my pussy as it would go, shooting several streams of warm cum mysterious inside me. He continued shoving his pecker in and out of me until his nut sack was empty-bellied. Afterwards, he pulled my hips into his torso, keeping his firmly dick deep inside me, and gently fondled my dummy as our breathing slowly returned to rule. Eventually his softening shaft slipped out of my cum-drenched pussy, and we got up to begin my layover day with a shower.

After showering together - with plenty of tit massaging, pap pinching, pecker stroking and ass squeezing - we joined Saint Paul and Tracy in the kitchen and planned our"layover"day. After some treatment, we all decided to just stay at Barry's house and pass the day in the pool and on the patio - naked, of course - until the three of us had to forget the following first light for our adjacent trajectory assignment. So…..that's what we did. After several more stroking, sucking and fucking sessions throughout the day - both in and out of the syndicate - we all collapsed from exhaustion.

Early the future morn, Barry got to fuck me one to a greater extent time…..in the exhibitor, as I stood with my legs spread and my big boobs squashed up against the exhibitioner stall…..then we exchanged quick kisses and final tit and shaft squeezes, before Paul, Tracy and I headed for the airport to get down our shift.

After that trip, Dallas became my favorite place for a stopover .