0 comments/ 28368 views/ 4 favorites Fly Me To The Moon By: Rockwell Percy Davis was an 18 year old lad who's so smitten to Hollywood starlet Denise Richards. He'd watched the movie "Wild Thing" 48 times especially that part when Denise had emerged all wet in white shorts and shirt. Percy was a fairly handsome guy similar to the type of like Leonardo di Caprio. But he is quite a choosy guy when it came to snuggling chicks. Girls were enamored to him but the only type of girl whom he had almost bedded was a Christina Aguillera wanna-be but whose teeth were wired and really had an awesome breath that turned him off. Denise was his dream girl. Only a look-alike Denise would capture his desire. For him, it's Denise who's the coolest feline cat on the planet. One day while in-line skating at the Sta. Monica Pier, Percy spied a red Mustang, GT. 500 parked by the curb. A sultry babe alighted and his heart skipped a bit. When the girl glanced up on him, his eyes almost popped out. It's Denise Richards, drop-dead gorgeous in a red dress of barely 'legal shortness' and Marc Jacob boots. Her eyes were covered with those wrapped around shades. He rolled up to her excitedly and greeted her. "Hi, Denise!" exuding his friendly best smile. "Oh, hi!" Denise answered radiating her golden charm. "Ah, ah I'm Percy Davis and I'm a big fan of yours. I'm so surprised I saw you here." "So this is your lucky day, huh?" "Well, if you can give me an autograph I'll be luckier." "You bet." He reached for a pen into his cargo pants pocket and handed it to her. "Here, write on my shirt please." "As you wish." Denise scribbled on his chest: Dear Percy, Keep your eyes on me, good Luck!!!, Luv, Denise. Percy was saying thank you, when two cars screeched by and there were bursts of gun fire. Instinctively Percy ducked and knew it was gang war that he barked on Denise to get down and take cover. Sporadic shots ensued as two cars sped away. Something flew into their direction and made a hard toink! on the side of Denise's car. It was a hubcap that made a slight dent on the car door and Denise fell on the pavement. Percy lay prone near Denise and he was shocked thinking that a stray bullet might have hit her. Percy put a hand on her shoulder, as she lay unconscious by her side and called out her name but there was no answer. He examined her head. Nothing. He felt her pulse—it was beating. Percy was panting. When he turned her over he saw a blotch on her dress only to find out quickly that it wasn't blood but mired by a small puddle of water that she fell upon. He saw her car keys and quickly opened the door of the Mustang. He picked up Denise by her arms and slid her inside the car. He removed his roller blades, threw them on the back seat and started the motor of the car. What now? C'mon Denise wake up! Should I bring her to the hosp--? Percy's mind was racing a million miles as she fastened her seat belt. Percy sped to his friend's apartment. Freddie Dripper was his friend who left him his keys to his apartment while he's gone off to Florida. As he drove the Mustang Percy kept crying out her name to wake her up. But she didn't. Her head dangled off her shoulder line swaying to and fro. It was noontime when he entered the garage of Freddie's neat apartment. He heaved a sigh of relief when he managed to lay down Denise on a soft, black leather sofa. Freddie was gay but he and Percy were straight friends. They help one another in times of trouble or if there's anything the matter to resolve. Freddie was an architect while Percy was an art student interested in photography. Now he was on his own to solve this problem. He gazed at the splendid curves of Denise and what he could think of was take some pictures of her. However an inner voice was adamantly telling him to do the good thing about the situation despite an overwhelming desire that was surging within him. Unable yet to think of what to do he let himself walk to the fridge and took a can of beer from it, pulled the ring tab and downed a fast gulp. But his eyes couldn't pull off on the visual treat lying on the sofa. The fact that he was alone with her conjured naughty inklings that made his heart pound out of his chest rather than within. At last he decided to make an investigation first as to why she passed out. So he crouched by her side and examined her closely. He tried to recall what happened. He saw the hubcap flew and hit the car. Could it be that when it bounced off the car it hit Denise? Where? Carefully, he looked and searched through Denise's hair with his fingers feeling any bump in her head. He found a red mark on the nape of her neck. This should be it! The hubcap must have hit her nape and knocked her down. In the movies, if the hero were knocked down by a karate chop, later on he'd regain his consciousness. That put a glimmer of hope within him and he wished that Denise would soon wake up. Casting his glance on the smudged part of her dress, the temptation of removing her dress became imperative. He blew his fingertips, rubbed his hands together and began to unzip her boots. Then he reached the back zipper of her dress and pulled it down. Nervous as he could be, he sweated out the whole time he took off her dress. Finally he did it. Now Denise was nude in her underwear. She was too sexy for him to contemplate and the only thing that stands in the way of viewing her private parts were her underwear. All he had to do was get his hands back to work to peel off her underwear and presto he's got an in your face close of Denise real life flesh. But he couldn't do it like he was having a symptom of the beginnings of paralysis. But even though he couldn't touch further beyond what he had done his sharp keen eyes were laying before her full naked figure without the benefit of peeling off her underwear. The faint outline of her nipples through the bra and the triangle mound between her legs are enough to fill his fertile imagination. However Percy was attacked with guilt. He couldn't believe that he had abducted Denise and brought her into his friend's apartment here instead of bringing her to the hospital. Have I got a mind of a criminal? He asked himself. He fell on his knees on the floor suddenly breaking into performing an act of contrition and praying forgiveness from God hoping nothing serious had happen to her and that she would awake soon like she'd just fallen asleep. The battle between bringing her to the hospital and just let her stay in the apartment raged on within him. Too late. He shook his head at the thought. He went into an ordeal of taking her clothes off and putting them back on would be a much harder ordeal. The more he stared on her body, the hotter his desire grew inside him. He made an attempt to kiss her but his lips stop short of touching her glossy lips. The strawberry scent of her hair wafted his nostrils. Not only was he hard in his pants, he could feel liquid fire oozing out of him like there was a nuclear explosion about to go off. He studied her heaving breasts, and managed to poke slightly a finger at the cleavage that bulged at the top of her bra. He couldn't tell though whether they were silicone-enhanced or not. His eyes moved over her genital area and his hand feebly followed to touch it but something held him off. He remembered his mother told him that a man must always think to do what are right and not the wrong thing and that had stuck to him. Somehow this was steeling back his good character. Percy summoned every once of willpower to control his nagging desire. Suddenly the thought of compressing an ice pack on Denise's nape prodded him to fetch one and put it under her neck. He did and he felt good. Behaving well was better. Meanwhile Percy went to the washing area and hung her dress to air it dry. Nuzzling his face over the fabric made him wonder if he was being a fetish or just so Denise-crazed. The vision of her lying nude on the sofa beckoned him like the only left delicious cookie in the jar that had to be taken and eaten pronto. But his caring instinct took the better of him that he fetched a blanket instead to cover her body. His body started to sweat. The sensual pout of her lips, her golden brown hair fanning around her well-chiseled face were testing him to the limit. He shut himself from the tempting view and sat across another chair. When Denise made a soft moan, it told him that she'd wake up soon and there was nothing to do but wait. In a way he was feeling bright and optimistic. Percy sank himself on the chair and picked a remote on the coffee table and clicked it toward the stereo player. A classical music came on the speakers and lulled him into sleep. Rollerblading all morning finally took a toll on him. About half an hour later Denise finally drifted into consciousness. The sound of Beethoven's piano filtered into her ears. At first she wondered if she'd died and gone to heaven. She did not. It seemed a hundred demons were pounding her head. Her eyes opened wider and darted all around. Where am I?" Who is this man? Where's my dress? She wanted immediate answers. "Oh, my God what happened to me? She tried to recall. There were shots and then blurred thoughts. She sat up and the rustle of her movement woke up Percy. "Who are you?" asked Denise. "I... I'm Percy remember? The guy who asked you for an autograph?" He pushed out his chest to show his T-shirt where she signed her autograph on. It registered in her memory. "You kidnapped me!" "Oh no, you're mistaken. I brought you here in my friend's house just to make sure you're all right. I thought of bringing you to the hospital but since you didn't have any bullet holes I sort of decided that I'd just take care of you myself for which I would ask an apology if you think that I did wrong." "Guess you did right 'cause the tabs would surely smell it and run sensational sorts of stories," she said as her hand rubbed the nape of her neck flipping away her long golden mane. The other hand remained clutched at the blanket covering her nudity. "I didn't think of that one but thanks for understanding." "Where's my dress?" "Oh, ah I hung it outside to dry 'cause you fell on a puddle." "Did you do anything else while I was passed out?" "Aside from applying the ice pack, I did take notice of your beautiful body and right after that I covered you with blanket and I fell asleep here. Been practicing my roller blades since this morning and all that happened afterwards got me tired somehow and made me fall asleep." There was a pause. Then Percy spoke again. "I think that was the spot the hubcap hit you and put you out of your senses. You must have a very alert guardian angel who saved you. You're lucky." Denise whirled her head feeling once again the tender spot that got the blow. A smile curved up from her full sensual lips. "Are you alright?" asked Percy. "Guess, I am," she replied white teeth showing in her smile. Percy nodded, half-smiling. Denise rose from the sofa and stepped on the floor pushing aside the blanket from her body. She stood and not a care now to show her body clad in champagne colored lingerie. "You like my body?" Denise asked in her sexy tone and it caused a sheer reaction from Percy. He nodded. "Can I take a photograph of you?" "I'm afraid not. I don't want you to share what you saw in me with your friends. I'd rather that this thing that happened here is going to be between you and me." "If you say so," he said with a sincere tone. Denise slowly walked up to him. The closer he viewed her lusty body, the harder his dick pushed against his techno pants. Without further ado, Denise straddled his lap and tested his manliness under her softness. Her hands delved through his black tousled hair. She studied his boyish features. "How old are you Percy?" she whispered audibly. "Old enough to carry on with what's on your mind," he answered his eyes alighting from the effect of her progressively rubbing crotch over his. "Like it?" she asked in her sultry voice. "Yeah, I like a woman who knows what she's doing," he croaked." Her hand traced the length of his dick bulging in his pants. "With your dick as hard as this we could fly to the moon." Percy hissed. He couldn't talk or believe his dream girl was doing this to him. Gently she lifted his chin and brushed her lips sensuously over his. He welcomed her and their lips grasped softly. His hands felt the smooth flesh of her back, stroking and caressing as their heads whirled at their mingling lips. When she broke the kiss, her hands reached at her back and undid her bra, flung it aside and offered her freed breasts to his open mouth. He didn't move his head and let her pert nipple glide along his lips. Before long he crushed her breasts together and tongued and sucked both her milk-tasting nipples. Denise sighed with pleasure. When Denise thought that she would cry out of need, she slid down to her knees on the floor and reached for Percy's pants zipper. She zipped it open, slipped a hand inside and pulled out his seven-inch rock solid dick. "Hmmm...it's beau...ti...ful," she said as she stroked it with her velvety hand. Percy's cheeks dimpled as he sucked in breath. "You have a condom?" she asked gazing up at him, his face a mask of pleasure enflaming her desire as well. "No. My friend has and I can find it if you want to?" He wondered if he could last. "Are you his boyfriend?" "Ah, ah, ah... we're friends, real buddies if you know what I mean. Though he's gay, he knows I'm straight and we don't delve in any gay kind of relationships," he managed to say. "Have you been active lately in sex?" she said smearing his throbbing dick gently to her nipples and then rubbing the shaft between her breasts. Surely there was clear fluid oozing out from the tip of his dick already. "No! Ne...ver... done this before," he said raising his chin up, shutting his eyes as she licked him anew coordinating with a hand job. When he gazed back at her, he caught her startled reaction. 'You're kidding me, aren't you?" "No, ohh!" he groaned trying not to burst prematurely. Denise lowered her mouth to him and swirled her tongue around the corona of his dick. Her tongue burned his dick with indescribable sensation. "Gosh, you're delicious!" she said sucking him fervently. "No need for the condom," she hissed and stood on the floor. She positioned herself on top of his hips and lowered her bottom to his upright dick and with her guiding hand slid it passed her wet pubes that had exposed after she pushed aside the crotch of her panties. Heat flushed on Percy's face as well as his loins and his heart lurched as he saw his dick entered her. It felt like a hot oven. His eyes squinted. This was too much for him. He could see her swollen pussy, the lips hot and juicy swallowing his ramrod. Denise began her moves, slow ups and downs building in him a sense of euphoria. She rewarded him with moans and gripped him tightly around her velvety warm pussy lips. His tongue flicked over her aching nipple and Denise's heart pounded in her ears. Percy began struggling to hold back but her exquisite moves and the sight of her sensual body rocking him back and forth drove him rapidly close to the edge. Just when Denise thought that she would cry out in delight, a wave of an overpowering sensation rose from deep within her, and she climaxed with exquisite throbbing release. Percy felt her body shudder and that drove him to grunt and shot in torrential spurts inside her contracting pussy. When she pulled out of him, his cock hardly deflated. She stepped out of her soaked panties and tossed them away and walked about to lay back on the sofa. Tantalized by her seductive reposing, Percy stood out of the chair and walked toward her with his dick still hard. He was randy as a dog after a bitch in heat. As soon as Percy had knelt between her legs he plunged straight in. "I love it," she gasped. "More, more, give me more!" Very slowly, he withdrew and went down on her to taste her pussy. "Oh ...my...god!" she shouted. "Ohhhh...goddamit!" Instant orgasm. Exciting the hell out of Percy, he immediately shoved his dick back into her for more, catching in the throes, making her come again and again, and finally letting himself go with a triumphant yell. He couldn't be satisfied. He lingered his dick inside her relishing that sticky, juicy of joining flesh. For awhile he dropped affectionate kisses over her face, lips, ears and neck. Denise was satisfied. Later, Denise ordered smoked salmon pizza at Spago's and they ate, talked happily and made love again for the third time, this time in the Jacuzzi. With Denise, Percy felt he would have a hard-on for life. Fly Me To The Moon To the reader: Yes! At last, it is another story in the Jason Garrett series! In the nearly five months since I last wrote a story in this series, I have had a number of requests for another one. This story is set approximately six months after the events of Northridge Exposure. Erin: So after Jason and I went to Hawaii for our honeymoon, I had always kind of wanted to go back. There was so much that we didn't get to do while we were there, but tops on my list was the true disappointment of not getting to visit the USS Arizona memorial. Over the following four years, I had told him that I wanted to go back several times; unfortunately, when you're married to a pastor, there's really not much vacation time available. So, when his church decided to give him two more weeks vacation time than we had been expecting, I jumped at the chance, telling him that we needed to go to Hawaii. Well, of course, he immediately objected with the money issue. "Erin, let's think about this for a moment," he said. "Airfare will cost at least $400 for each of us roundtrip between here and there. Then, there's hotel costs, transportation, and food." But how convenient was it that I had brought this up over a family dinner? Jason's brother, Austin, and his wife, Kat, were there, as were his sister, Emily, and her boyfriend, L.A. Marauders quarterback Martin Daly. The moment Jason mentioned airfare, Austin started. "Um, you know," he said, "being that I'm the chief aide to the adjutant general of the California National Guard, I'm quite sure that I could finagle you a flight to Hickam Air Force Base. You'd have to fly out of March, near Riverside, but it would be free." Kat spoke up next. "I have a voucher for five nights free at any Marriott hotel," she said. "It was one of the… um… perks, you might say that I got from… well, you remember the photo shoot." About a year and a half earlier, Kat had done a rather graphic photo shoot for Hustler magazine. How graphic, you ask? Well, that's another story, but let's just say that it involved hardcore SEX. "Yeah," she continued. "I guess Mr. Flynt wanted me to do another shoot, but he sent me that voucher, no strings attached, so I just kept it and never replied to him." Finally, Emily's boyfriend spoke up. "You know," he mused, "I have a national sponsorship deal with Toyota. I bet that I could call up a dealership in Honolulu and get them to lend a car to my brother." Jason threw his hands up in the air. "Well, I guess I know when I'm defeated," he said. "You've all got answers to everything… although, I guess I wouldn't mind another trip to Hawaii." Austin spoke again, this time a little more quietly. "There's just one thing," he said. "You'd have to fly in a KC-135 tanker… and those don't have windows." Oh, that was not good. Jason has somewhat of a problem with motion sickness. When he's in a bus, car, plane, train, whatever, he's okay as long as he can see out the window. But you shut the window on that plane, and his world begins to spin. In fact, he was turning green just thinking about it. "Well," he said with a weak smile, "I guess… maybe you guys should buy stock in Dramamine." * * * Jason: Well, first of all, it was a little exasperating having my entire family throw a statement that I had made right back in my face. I mean, yeah, I do enjoy Hawaii, but this was a little annoying, having them have an answer for every damn thing I said. Anyway, I tried not to get visibly annoyed. After all, I'm a pastor, and we pastors are supposed to be a beacon of God's love, not assholes. So, I took a deep breath, and I was doing okay, until Austin mentioned the part about flying in a KC-135. Oh, that was not good. I can't even deal with a closed window on a plane, let alone an entirely windowless plane. How was this going to work?! I was beginning to feel nauseous. I swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. "Well," I said, trying to smile and failing miserably, "I guess… maybe you guys should buy stock in Dramamine." And quite honestly, that would've been good advice. You see, the week before Erin and I left for Hawaii, we went on a shopping trip to buy supplies. When we were at Sav-On, I bought a full ten packages of Dramamine. As we were checking out, the clerk gave us a raised eyebrow. "My husband gets terrible motion sickness," Erin explained, "and we're flying to Hawaii later this week. The last thing we want is for him to vomit all over the plane." The clerk didn't look entirely convinced. I don't know if she thought that I was going to use the Dramamine in a way other than prescribed on the packaging or what, but she gave me a suspicious glare as we left. Anyway, the morning came. I found it very hard to sleep that night, because I was nervous about flying in a windowless plane. I was up at 5:00 brewing coffee, and Erin and I weren't leaving until 6:30. So, when we hit the freeway that morning, I was a little jittered out on coffee already. My reflexes almost overloaded when I got cut off by an idiotic early morning driver on the 60, but I recovered alright. * * * Erin: Jason didn't sleep for shit the night before we left. I guess he must've just been nervous about the concept of flying in a windowless plane, because I heard him leave the bed at 5:00, a good hour before I got up. When I finally got up, he was pacing the kitchen, clearly hopped up on caffeine. He almost got us killed on California 60 on the way out to Riverside. Some moron cut us off, and Jason slammed on the brakes and swerved all over the freeway, nearly turning our Impala over - not an easy task! - but he somehow managed to recover. When we finally got to March Air Reserve Base, Austin met us at the gate. He escorted us to the motor pool, where Jason parked the car. Then, he took us in his government car to the plane. A staff sergeant met us there, and took our luggage to load it into the cargo hold. Then, as we were getting on the plane, I noticed something strange - Austin was boarding, too! "Are you going with us, Austin?" I asked. "Oh, come on," he replied. "You didn't honestly think that I'd be able to get you on a flight to Hawaii without a good reason, did you? You got VERY lucky in that the general needed me to go out to Hickam Air Force Base this week for a conference." Then he looked at his brother, and added under his breath, "Besides, you didn't think I'd miss the chance to see my older brother turn green, did you?" Jason looked straight at Austin. "Fuck you." * * * Austin: So yeah. My brother did not look good. Erin looked pretty concerned about it, too. I mean, it's okay if you toss your cookies on an Air Force tanker - they clean up easily, and people do it all the time, anyway. You think about tankers, they're bobbing all over the place up there in the atmosphere, dragging along huge aircraft like C-5 Galaxies and B-52s while transferring fuel. Naturally, most people who fly on tankers are going to get motion sickness at one point or another. But when you add those two factors together, I was afraid that Jason was going to be yakking all the way to Hawaii, in which case he'd probably have to be treated for dehydration at Hickam before he and Erin went anywhere. So, Erin and Jason took their seats, Jason popped a Dramamine, and closing his eyes, leaned back. He appeared to be trying to go to sleep, but his eyes kept popping open. I shook my head and went into the cockpit. * * * Jason: I tried to fall asleep. I really did. But I had drunk too much coffee. For about the first fifteen minutes of the flight, I was okay. But that was about it. Just off the coast of California, we met up with three F-14s off the USS Nimitz. As we sat there, bumping along in the turbulence, I lost it for the first time. Fortunately, my brother had made sure to place a large stack of US Air Force issue barf bags within quick reach of me. And so, the first one was filled. After I had cleaned myself up a bit, I tried again to go to sleep, but to no avail. For the next two hours, it seemed like every time we hit any sort of bump in the atmosphere, my stomach was set off again. I went through an entire tube of Dramamine, but it had no effect. I was abso-fucking-lutely miserable. * * * Erin: I didn't know if Jason was going to make it. He was throwing up what seemed like every fifteen minutes. After a while, I wasn't sure where he kept getting stuff to throw up, but it kept coming up, over and over. From about the fourth time on, it had to have been mostly stomach acid, which was definitely not good for his throat. And then, about halfway to Hickam Air Force Base, I had an idea. We had been riding in smooth air for about twenty minutes, and Jason seemed to be okay for the moment. There were a number of rough bunks in the cabin of the plane, most likely for medical evacuees. "Jason," I said. "Uh." "Come lay down on one of the bunks. I want to try something." Staggering as if he were drunk, Jason laid down on one of the bunks, sprawled out all over. "No, no, turn over on your front." He did so. Gently, I pressed each of my index fingers against the base of his skull, right behind his ears. "Ohhhh…" he moaned. Hmmm. It seemed the pressure point thing was having an effect. I gently rubbed the base of his skull for a moment, then moved down to his neck. Damn, but he was tense! * * * Jason: I wasn't sure what Erin had in mind when she had me lay down on the bunk, but when she started massaging my neck, I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. Sometimes, I'm convinced my wife must've sold her soul to the devil to have the manual dexterity that she does. My neck and back muscles had tightened up considerably from all the vomiting that I was doing, so when she started to massage them, I felt an amazing amount of tension just drain away from me. It was wonderful. In fact, it was so wonderful that I began to forget that I was on a windowless airplane. And it wasn't just that. Her manual ministrations were beginning to send stimulus through my skin that was causing a certain part of my body to wake up… * * * Erin: I must've gone for about twenty minutes massaging his back. When I finished, Jason rolled over on his side, looked at me with a sleepy smile, and whispered, "Thank you." Then, he leaned up and gave me a peck on the cheek. Laying his head back down, he closed his eyes. "I love you," he whispered. I love him, too. As I sat there, I slowly looked my husband over. Even at 29, he still looks pretty damn good. And as I passed his waist, I saw something that caught my eye. Ah, yes, there it was. A bulge in his crotch - the evidence that I had been able to turn him on once again, just as I had been doing for the last six and a half plus years. And then the plane rocked slightly. Slight as it was, though, it was enough to cause Jason's eyes to pop open in alarm. That was when I had another idea. * * * Erin knelt back down next to Jason. She kissed him on the cheek, very gently. Then, with the same manual magic that she had exhibited for the last twenty minutes, she slowly unzipped his jeans, allowing his now rock hard cock to poke out through the fly of both his boxers and his jeans. Gently, she started rubbing her hand up and down the shaft. A tiny moan escaped from his lips as her soft, silky hand caressed his penis. As she continued to manipulate him, she undid the his belt and the button on his jeans, and pulled them down to his knees. Then, briefly removing her hand from the shaft, she pulled the boxers down to join the jeans, and then gently began sucking his cock. Jason moaned again, louder this time. Erin's oral ministrations were just as good as, if not better than, her manual ones. And having had nearly seven years to work on it with him, Erin knew exactly what to do to take Jason to the brink but not quite let him cum. Erin kept sucking Jason's dick for about ten minutes, keeping him at the brink but never quite letting him cum. His moaning was growing louder and more insistent, but that wasn't what she noticed most. What she noticed was the fact that he didn't seem to notice the turbulence that the plane was passing through. * * * Jason: Okay, this was so not fair. After almost seven years, Erin knew exactly what to do to almost get me to orgasm, but keep me just below the edge. Whenever I came, I knew it was going to be massive. Well, after a few minutes, she seemed to tire of sucking my cock, because she removed her lips. "Hey," I protested weakly. "That's not cool." "Oh, don't worry," she said. "I have something else in mind." And then it appeared - the devilish smile. That smile had caused me nothing but trouble and amazing orgasms since September of 2004. "Oh really?" "Oh, really," she almost purred. "Have you ever heard of a thing called the mile high club?" This brought me fully back into the real world. "You're kidding, right?" I asked. "On an Air Force tanker?" "Oh yeah." * * * Erin: I don't know why he was protesting, but enough was enough. I grabbed his shoulders and laid him back down on the bunk. And then, having gone commando that day - as usual - and having worn a skirt, I simply straddled him, billowed out my skirt around me, and dropped my pussy all the way down onto his cock. This time, when he moaned, I thought it was going to be enough to alert the cockpit crew, but fortunately, nobody appeared. "Shhh," I said. Then, I began doing what he knew so well - rocking gently up and down on him, using my well-developed vaginal muscles to treat his cock to its own sort of special massage. * * * Jason: You would think, that after more than six years of experiencing it, I would've been used to her little tricks by now. But no. Every time she climbs aboard and starts doing that crazy little ripple with the walls of her vagina, it drives me crazy. It's as if she's able to stimulate every single nerve ending in my penis all at once, but at the same time, she has the vaginal strength to keep me from cumming before she's damn good and ready. And so, I just went along for the ride. The cool air of the KC-135 was a marked contrast from the warmth of her pussy, and that was just one more added stimulus each time she lifted herself off of my cock. I felt myself begin to twitch, and apparently, she noticed it too, because she slammed herself back down on top of me, and clamped the muscles at the opening of her pussy around the base of my cock, preventing anything further from happening. * * * Erin: I didn't want him cumming too soon. So, when it looked like he was about to blow, I clamped him off. Keeping the opening of my vagina clamped tightly around the base of his cock, I set a continuous ripple up and down the walls of my pussy in motion. I could tell it was driving him nuts from his facial contortions. And, of course, just as always when I do this for long enough, I felt my own orgasm building. I could tell when it was just about to hit, and when it did, I unclamped the muscles at the mouth of my pussy and started riding Jason like Seattle Slew. Well, of course, as soon as I did this, the added stimulus of the friction was enough to send me into orbit. The only thing that kept me from having a screaming orgasm was the knowledge that there were four Air Force officers on the other side of the cockpit door, one of them being my brother. As I came, I felt Jason cum as well. And when he came, it was as he had not cum in quite some time. He came with enough force that I felt the jets of cum hitting the walls of my pussy - something that I had not felt in quite some time. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his mouth was pursed as if he had just sucked into a lemon as his face contorted with the force of his orgasm. * * * Austin: So, when I stepped out from the cockpit to use the lavatory, I certainly didn't expect to see what I saw. There was my sister, sitting on top of my brother, her hands resting on either side of him. They were both breathing heavily, and both were drenched in sweat. Now, her skirt was billowed out around her, so I couldn't actually see anything, but in my mind, I knew exactly what had just occurred: MILE HIGH CLUB! I stepped into the lav, but didn't do anything for a moment but just stand at the door, listening. "Shit," Jason whispered. "I think he saw us." "Well, congratulations, Sherlock," Erin whispered back with a little giggle. "Do you think he cares? He's your brother, for goodness' sake! Come on, I know that he used to fantasize about me when you and I were dating during his senior year!" I would find out later that Kat had told her about that, but at the moment, my only thought was, now how in the FUCK did she know about that? Well, when I finally came out of the lav, Jason and Erin were both fully dressed and back in their seats, looking fairly normal, if a little disheveled. Jason, surprisingly, was sound asleep, but Erin was awake and gave me a little wink as I headed back into the cockpit. * * * Erin: Well, Jason fell asleep after we sorted ourselves out, and he was fine for the rest of the trip. As for me, it had been a while since I had had an orgasm like that, and I was still basking in the glow of it when we landed at Hickam. As Jason and I got off the plane, I felt something wet began to trickle down my leg. I knew exactly what it was, but there wasn't much that I could do about it until we were safely in the Prius that Marty had arranged to be waiting at the terminal for us. When we got in the car, I realized that the mixture of my cum and Jason's had managed to run all the way down to my ankle, but fortunately had not yet gotten into my shoe. Taking a Kleenex, I wiped the line of cum off of my leg. Looking up at Jason, I realized he was looking at me like a starving man who had found a steak dinner in the middle of the desert. * * * Jason: I wasn't expecting THAT particular first on this trip, but it happened anyway. However, a warning to all of you out there who might be considering it: road head should not be attempted unless you are (or the person you're giving it to is) a very good, VERY experienced driver! I had been driving for more than thirteen years with a spotless record, and I still almost ran the car off the road when I came in Erin's mouth. I think that having sex with Erin on the way over did something for my motion sickness problem, because I only threw up once the entire way back to Riverside, and that might've just been because I forgot to take any Dramamine. However, it's a good thing that things weren't as bad for me on the flight back, because there were a good twenty more passengers on the flight this time. I wasn't the only person affected by having sex on the airplane, though. Austin couldn't look me in the eye for almost a month after that. I don't know if it was because he was embarrassed about having seen me and Erin fucking, or if it was because he knew that I knew about his old fantasies. And Erin? Well, about two weeks after we got back, something that's normally on Erin's calendar once a month didn't occur. A week later, it still hadn't happened. And so, when her period was two weeks late, she went to see her obstetrician. The technology that we have these days is amazing. When the doctor was able to tell us that conception almost certainly happened on the day that we were on the plane, it really came as no surprise to either of us. And I'll be honest with you. If, two months ago, you had told me that Erin would now be pregnant with our first child as a result of sex on an airplane that only happened because I have motion sickness - I wouldn't have believed you any more than I believe that the Loch Ness Monster exists. Fly Me To The Moon But it really shouldn't have surprised me. After all, my family's sexual escapades are good enough for fiction. Fly Me to the Moon Fly Me to the Moon -or- The Great Doritos Bandito Caper Copyright© 2010 by Stultus Synopsis: Deputy Rick Dawson knew that someone (the infamous Doritos Bandito) was stealing trucks full of the tasty junk food -- but why? Little did he realize that in order to solve this mystery he'd have to spend a night dancing under the stars. A short screwy tale of love and tasty triglycerides. Sex contents: Some Sex Genre: Romantic Science Fiction Codes: Slow, MF, Alien Anal Probes Originally Posted at SOL: 2010-07-30 *************** Thanks to my usual cast and crew of advance readers and editors *************** Fly Me to the Moon You could have knocked me down with a feather, except that I was quite paralyzed under the alien's will, that High Fructose Corn Syrup, HFCS, the bane of modern food ingredients and soft drinks, found in nearly everything nowadays and the whipping child of organic intuitionalists everywhere, was in fact nearly the best possible ingredient for the distilling of its rocket fuel available! We now had two choices available to us, cooperate or not. No surprise that 'not' was not really an option. ************* It was a thankful advantage that we lived in a heavily agricultural county where a great many of the farmers, including the Rayburn's grew corn, and most of them sold their harvest to a local HFCS production plant. Given time and materials, if they'd had the knowledge, the brothers could have milled their own corn and created plain corn syrup... which would have worked tolerably as well, but the added enzyme processes created a more suitable product. With silent commands, the brothers were ordered to stop their filling of the converter hopper and with a word, like the automatons they had become, drove off in the mostly still loaded truck to gather a different sort of plundered harvest. The local HFCS plant, like the regional Frito-Lay distributorship, had only minor security precautions in our largely crime free rural community, and I had no doubt that they'd return in a few hours, this time with a small tanker truck full of HFCS... unless they could find a miraculous way of diverting a filled rail car tanker here! I'd like to say that it was a long frozen wait for the brothers to return, but in truth it seemed like just a few seconds had passed. The old UFO story about 'missing time' and all that. We had been somehow put on ice, frozen in time to wait. Now the stolen tanker truck had arrived and enough syrup had been pumped into the converter to make more than enough of the needed fuel for a safe and swift departure. The brothers were soon gone, to return the stolen truck with their minds erased clean of all memory of this encounter... not that anyone would have ever believed the truth from them! As for Skip and Jane, and myself... our own fate was a bit more uncertain. The alien was of a 'servant race', and little able to exert its own free will against its orders in much of any meaningful way, but yet we all got the feeling of gratitude. We had helped it gather what it needed to escape from our planet and return to its mothership but there was little he could do in return for repayment of this perceived debt. "Come?" The thought resounded into our heads, clearly as a question. The answer of 'where to?' didn't really figure into my thoughts, as I was lost in confusion as I regained control of my body and my free will. "Please!" I heard Skip say, clearly and with great sincerity. I don't think he much cared where. It wasn't like he had any sort of life here since Rosco ruined his body. "I'll go with you. I'll still need to care for you!" Jane weakly said, but without much if any enthusiasm. She didn't have much of a life here either, and her need to tend after her crippled brother fueled every drop of her blood. There was no place left for love or sentiment. Where he went, she would follow. It was still even a greater surprise when my lips muttered of their own accord, "Me too!" I did have a lot to live for, or so I thought. I had a job I loved and enjoyed doing, friends, and a pair of not very bright but loveable cats. Other than those trivialities, there was no true love in my life and some deep part of me decided then and there that I didn't want to live in any world without Jane Wilson in it! The choices made and done, we all fell lost into frozen time once more after I vaguely remember entering the craft of my own free will carrying Skip's helpless but willing body, and Jane by our side. Our world became one of darkness, confusion and shadow, but somehow we were not afraid. ********** I remember only two things even remotely clearly about our time onboard the alien mother ship. First was that everything seemed slow, disjointed and dreamlike. Our minds all seemed linked into a common network that operated just slightly out of phase with our normal minds, more like vivid dreams than clear spoken thoughts, but still the thoughts came and went... and it was fairly noisy. We were guests it seemed, but of a very nominal sort. The dark shadowy forms of other creatures came and went and we could feel thoughts of duty and obligation, but only a minimal sense of thanks. We were an unnecessary complication and a vague annoyance, a disruption from order and routine. Much like a neighbor might feel if they unwillingly agreed to watch over a nuisance of a pet for a few days. For a plugged nickel, I think at least half of the crew would have cheerfully pushed us out an airlock. We were kept at first in separate dark enclosures, and time did not seem to pass in a smooth a linear fashion. Sometimes I felt like I was in a different dark place, numb and frozen, or feeling cold as if I were being examined by hands and instruments that I could not quite see or feel. Other times I felt the discomfort of others, especially Skip or Jane, as their senses of fear and mysterious intrusion flooded my thought channels. Others, men and women that I did not know, perhaps dozens of them, lent their own feeling of fear and confusion, as if their own passage here had been a sudden, mysterious and quite involuntary one, with no guarantee whatsoever of a happy conclusion to their trip. I especially remember a flash of sudden emotion and pain from Skip, as if his entire body was being subjected to some extreme penetrating pain, as if he were being taken apart and put slowly back together, indifferently, and entirely without sedation. In our own fear, I felt my mind touch Jane's and for just a brief moment our thoughts were shared, our chief feeling now being regret. Sadness for the loss and waste of time in our lives -- alone and without each other. We could not hold hands together, lost apart in our shadowy individual worlds, but gently our thoughts caressed and I think I heard her say "I'm sorry" faintly before our worlds became frozen in painless time once again. ********* My second memory is sharper, but still as a more vivid dream. Jane and I were alone together, naked in a white softly padded room with an oval round window showing a sharp clear view of the moon, close enough to eyes that we felt that we could nearly touch it with our hands. Somehow, I felt that we were on-board the same ship, but in a nicer room than our dark cells. I had no feelings of the aliens' thoughts, as if were now in a secluded place, away from their neural network of thought. Our thoughts were not entirely still alone. For these precious moments together Jane and I became as near one, together in thought and action. I knew deeply of her past pain, and of our common sense of loss. The words of anger notwithstanding, the love was still there, undiminished in her heart... as it was in mine. Spoken words were unnecessary between us and our bodies fell together in love. If we had any thoughts that our acts of physical love between were being observed or recorded, we hadn't the slightest concern. "We used to dance together, every Friday and Saturday nights at Lulu's Dancehall." I whispered, lost in yearning, in past dreams and already under the spell of that enormous moon, many times larger in our window than it had ever appeared to us on Earth." "She misses us there, and still looks for us every weekend..." Jane sighed, as she walked slowly into my arms and held me increasing tightly, with her bare breasts now mashed tightly again mine. How I had so missed that tenderness! "Then we shouldn't disappoint her any longer, but my favorite dance was always the last one, after she had closed, with just us together out in some grassy field, kissing and holding each other tight, slowly swaying, dancing to the music of just the moon and stars." Under that bright big beautiful moon and with the surrounding stars brighter than they had ever appeared on earth, our hearts joined together as one as we held each close, swaying to the sounds of the music that our heartbeats made, and together for the first time in years we danced together, slowly and with caresses and yearning kisses we eventually fell to the floor to consummate our love in deeper, more intimate ways. Our regrets now lost to the past, we shared every intimate act of physical love together for what seemed as hours, but passed in my dream-like memories of perhaps only a few tens of minutes. Only much later did it seem in my dream that we feel asleep in each other's arms, myself on top of Jane, still joined together in intimacy. Each of us now truly happy for the first time in many years. *********** Jane and I awoke at the first crack of sunlight at dawn, back home in the soft grass near the woods of that now empty riverbed, naked but still holding hands with each other. Our clothes were in a pile next to us, but we were in no hurry to dress. Skip's body was next to ours but he appeared to be in a deeper sleep and we could not arouse him. We both felt some sort of loss, as if we already missed the joining of our minds together, but even collecting our badly disjointed memories and shadowy fragmented dreams, we remembered little of anything of the events since we entered the woods and the riverbed. We just knew that something had happened... and soon we figured out that we had lost three days together that we could never more than vaguely recall just a few scattered moments of that lost time. Our lost love had indeed been recalled, and Jane never felt again the crippling emotional pain that had imprisoned her for so many years. They were 'lost' years, we decided... and swore at our wedding at the courthouse the very next day that we'd make up for it with every single minute we had left together. The miracle that we never quite could comprehend was how Skip regained the full use of his legs and regained the complete unrestricted use of his arms as well! We all decided privately that we had no reasonable explanation for this miracle and vague stories of being healed onboard a UFO would just make folks think we'd all gone crazy! Instead, Skip quietly drove out of town for a few weeks and we concocted a story that Skip had found a spinal specialist who could treat his injuries. In any case, no one blinked an eyelash at Skip's seemingly miraculous cure and he soon found himself hotly courting a pretty young gal who worked at our dispatch office. No one had missed the reclusive Jane at all during those three lost missing days, but at work I had a little explaining to do. Fortunately, the seemingly sudden engagement and wedding with my old girlfriend provided a more than plausible excuse. I apologized to my laughing and greatly amused boss that my former ex had gone through a sudden change of heart about me, and she had handcuffed me to her bed and had her wicked way with me, repeatedly, during those missing days until I agree to marry her! No one doubted a word of this story, and my absence from work for that time was agreeably written off with a wink as 'mental health' sick-days. I have a great boss! He's already mentioning that when he retires and moves off to Arizona in another five years that he'll support me if I want the Sheriff's job. I think I will, the pay's pretty good and we'll need it to send our kids off to college! No one reported any UFO sightings during our absence and the three of us were soon quite content to mostly forget the entire very strange incident. The fading mystery of the Doritos Bandito remains on the books as unsolved, and for some strange unexplained reason I have absolutely no interest in investigating this increasingly old unsolved cold case any further. It would severely detract from the time I could spend eating pie at Dot's diner for lunch with my darling wife and our three children, or make me late home for work... for even more private and enjoyable delights!