2 comments/ 23110 views/ 1 favorites Fantasy Flight By: Rainynights57 Thank God I had my notebook with me. I felt like this plane trip would never end. Got booted from coach because some creep needed the extra room for his rolls of disgusting fat. Not that I was complaining, I really hadn't wanted to spend the next 11 hours of the 12 hour flight sitting next to him anyway. But at least back there I could watch the people. Up here in first class it was all the same. Rich jerk, rich bitch, rich snotty whore, rich asshole... Enough to ruin any people watcher's day. So I graciously accepted the complimentary glass of champagne and inserted the earpieces of my Discman into my ears. Then, grinning ear to ear, I opened my notebook and logged onto one of my favorite websites. That's what would keep me sane on this plane; some very graphic, very arousing smut written by a fascinating guy. I wiggled more comfortably into the first class seat and started my journey into the land of orgasms. I had only been reading for a little less than fifteen minutes and had just gone back to the story listing when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I let out a yelp as I shot upright; then cursed as the lid of the notebook slammed shut on my finger. I stuck the injured digit into my mouth as I removed the earphones with the other hand. I looked back over my shoulder, more than ready to warn this intruder of the consequences of sneaking up on a woman in the middle of reading porn. I pulled my finger from my mouth with a slurp to demand an explanation; after all, one didn't sound threatening while trying to talk around a finger, injured or not. "Jesus F-en Christ! Warn..." Oh damn, I thought as I trailed off. Just my luck. I had to be the only woman in the world that would come face to face with her ideal fantasy man on a freaking international flight, while reading gay porn no less. This kind of thing didn't actually happen in real life, did it? It couldn't. But there he was, the man that had helped me achieve more orgasms than any other man, real or imagined. I blinked in shock, trying to force myself to believe what my eyes were seeing. "I'm sorry I scared you," came his orgasm inducing voice to roll over me and settle in the pit of my stomach. "It's all right," I sighed, gathering my wits quickly and trying to figure out how much he had seen. "Can I help you with something?" How the hell did I miss the fact that such a delicious man was on the same plane as I was, or that he was in first class with me? I thought I had scouted all the potential targets when I first moved up here. Damn, I had to be loosing it! A person couldn't just overlook this man for God's sake! Especially when said man was looking good enough to eat in jeans and black tee-shirt. I shivered as the knot in my stomach released and I soaked my panties in one slow gush. "I was sitting across the aisle, a few rows back, and noticed the picture on the site you were at. Is that a 'Nightcrawler' site? I don't think I've seen that one before. By the way, I'm Chad." While I was trying to come up with a reply, he looked at the empty seat next to me then back, raising his eyebrow. Giving me that universal look of: 'Is this seat taken? Do you mind if I join you?' I blinked myself from my thoughts again and sat back, nodding my permission, hoping against hope he'd pass facing me. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my laughter as I was yet again disappointed in this flight. Though, truth be known, the backside wasn't so bad. The man had as nice an ass in real life as he had in my fantasies and such was displayed wonderfully in the denim jeans. And Jesus, those hard thighs and the long powerful legs... What were we talking about? Oh yeah, the site. "To answer your question; no, it's not." I replied, the laughter still in my voice. "It's not?" "Well, it's mostly, um, fictional stories. The author just likes that character, I guess." I smilingly explained. "Mind if I take a look?" "Are you brave enough?" I teased. "Wouldn't you at least like to know what kind of stories they are first?" "When you put it that way, I guess I better ask, huh?" Chad replied, his smile shooting right through me. "The author calls himself 'Malice'." I said calmly, my voice hiding my feelings well. I leaned in and whispered, "He writes mostly gay porn." And if that sounded especially breathy and hot... well, good. "You're kidding." He said. When I shook my head he smiled again. "Now I'm almost afraid to ask to join you." "Do you read gay porn?" I questioned in soft surprise; I didn't know many guys who would admit such a thing. I leaned towards him a little more, crossing my legs and leaning against the armrest, so close to his powerful arm I could feel the heat rising off the hair dusted skin. "Or just trying to make conversation?" "Honestly, I was just trying to make conversation." Chad met my eyes evenly. "But I consider myself pretty open minded." "Really." I sat up straight and opened the lid of the notebook again. "If you want to read with me, then you're welcomed to. We'll see just how open minded you are." I could feel his eyes on me as I started scrolling down, felt him struggling whether or not to say anything more, then felt him move in closer to me without speaking. I sighed in disappointment but shrugged it off and linked to one of my favorite short stories. I simply smiled softly as I handed the notebook to my companion, our fingers brushing as he took it. My breath caught silently at the sparks I felt. They were so strong I thought he must have felt them too, but he didn't take his eyes from the screen and I berated myself for being foolish. As he settled the computer on his lap, I focused on his face, enjoying the emotions playing across his arresting features and hungrily absorbing each detail for my own private use later. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open a few minutes later, his tongue coming to rest in the middle of the bottom lip. I licked mine as I watched him shoot covert glances at the rest of the passengers, then glue his eyes to the screen again. He silently read the first story then clicked back to the story listing and went to the next in the series. As he clicked it I stood up, in desperate need of some clean up after watching him for so long. As I did, he looked up at me, silently asking where I was going. "I'm going to visit those claustrophobic closets they call restrooms. Be right back, just do your thing." I explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably bored. I could use my own computer and you could have yours back." His deep voice sounded completely sincere, putting a little dent in the bubble I had created when he first approached me. "You're fine, sweetie. I'll be right back, really." I smiled. "Just going to take care of a few things." "Are you sure?" "Yep," I said flippantly, "But I really need to go before I have something running down my leg. Could be embarrassing." I smiled to myself, knowing that what was in serious danger of running down my leg wasn't what he thought it was. I listened to his soft answering laugh as I walked down the aisle; damn I loved his voice. How could a man's mere voice send arousal sparking through me? When I got to the restroom I locked myself in and wet a paper towel. I lightly dabbed my face, then used the facilities; making sure I got all the excess liquid that was trapped between the plump folds of my pussy. It was the sweetest torture to sit so close to that man and not be able to touch him. But watching him would be enough; I could memorize his features to my heart's content as he concentrated on the stories and go home with more amazing details for future masturbation sessions. When I was finished I washed my hands and checked my hair and face. Satisfied, I left the small room and waked slowly back to my seat. I noticed it seemed darker in the cabin than it had been before. I saw blankets and pillows being passed out and arranged; saw the overhead lights turn off, leaving a softly intimate glow. It seemed quieter too; people had stopped talking and were settling down to sleep. The clicking of keys stopped, leftover conversations faded away. Cell phones were put away, leaving a soft quiet to fall over the passengers. As I reached the seat again, I started giggling. Chad was blushing! I sat down in my seat and waited for him to look at me. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, but studiously avoided my gaze. He slowly started scrolling down and worked his way through the lusty sex. I watched his face, seeing him still blushing but a grin had started to pull at his lips. Then he got to the end of the page and snapped the lid shut on the notebook. "What?" I asked softly. "It's just... um... Are you going to watch me?" He asked quietly. "Does it bother you?" I returned. "I've never had a woman watch me while I read porn before." "I have an idea. I absolutely love the last story in that series. Would you mind if we read it together? That way I wouldn't be watching you; we'd both be looking at the computer screen." "Ummm," He growled, and cleared his voice again. "Okay, sounds good. I guess." "I won't think any less of you. I promise." I grinned. "Do you really enjoy these kinds of stories?" "God, yes." I chuckled lightly. "Gay porn is my favorite. You don't have to be a gay male to get off to them." "I guess not." He replied, giving me a look of mild distrust. "I should tell you..." "Yes?" I pressed when he remained silent for a few minutes too long. "I'm not gay." Chad muttered beneath his breath, almost too quietly for me to hear. "I'm just... bi-curious I think is the expression." "I don't care." I smiled happily while cursing myself for the reaction. "It doesn't make you any less of a person." "Thanks." Chad sighed in relief and I watched some of the tension drain out of his shoulders. I bit my lip, a surge of heat stealing my thoughts at the revelation, and simply leaned closer to see the screen better. Chad moved his gaze back to the computer, tilting the screen further in my direction and shifting his shoulders to adjust his own position. I felt a strange hitch in my chest at his considerate action yet I forced myself to focus on the words to give the impression I was reading like I had said I was going to. I wasn't reading though; I didn't really need to. I'd practically memorized the story. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Chad start to read, his lips moving as his eyes took in the words. I leaned in closer and breathed deeply through my nose, smelling his musky scent surround me. I moved closer to the arm resting on the armrest and let my breasts with their hardened tips rest lightly on him. He stiffened a bit but didn't stop reading. After another moment I focused on the story as he scrolled down, and moaned softly as I read. Hearing my moan, Chad shifted again in his seat but continued to read. I could hear his breathing speed up and shallow, feel the heat from his arm increase, smell the stronger scent of sweat starting to bead on his upper lip. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together tightly, trying to stem the flow of liquid steadily trying to escape my body and give some desperately needed contact to my pulsing sex. "Can I get you two anything?" The female flight attendant's question caused us both to jump in our seats. "Can I get some water, please?" I asked, quickly recovering to smile at her. When Chad just continued to stare blankly at her, she moved off to comply with my request, and we both got back to the story. I picked up exactly where I left off. Doug was just about to cave in to Patch's devious demands and I gasped with pure lust. Chad's gaze shot to mine but before he could speak the attendant was back again, handing me a bottle of water. I looked up at her and smiled. "I hope you don't take offense at this," I said quietly, "But you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen." "Oh! Well, um, thank you." She stuttered and nearly tripped in her haste to back away from me. I sighed; Too bad. I uncapped the bottle and tilted it to my lips. I took a long swallow and saw Chad watching me out of the corner of my eye. I let the bottle slowly move from my mouth and licked the drop of water caught on the rim of the spout. This time I heard a quiet growl come from my neighbor and looked to him. Chad was nearly vibrating in his seat, his brown eyes dilated. Inwardly, I rejoiced. "Where are you?" I whispered. "Huh?" "On the story. Where are you?" "Oh, here." He said as he pointed to the line. I leaned in closer, folding my legs underneath me on the seat. My mouth was closer to his ear now, my firm breasts pressing tightly to his arm. I started to read out loud to him, whispering seductively to keep from disturbing the other passengers. My voice dropped an octave, becoming husky and breathless as my lips softly brushed the curves of his ear. I paused for effect then let my hot breath drift over his ear after each deliciously graphic description. As I came to a halt, I looked at Chad. He had his eyes tightly shut and his head was pressed firmly against the back of the seat, sweat covering his forehead and upper lip. He was breathing hard through his nose, that taut chest rising and falling rapidly. The muscles in his arms and chest were tightly bunched and I could see his legs pushing against the floor, the muscles in his thighs flexed tight. His erection strained the tight denim. I lifted my hand and let the tip of my fingernail trace the path of a bead of sweat making its way down his temple. His eyes flew open at my touch, but he still refused to look at me. Instead he took my bottle of water and chugged it down. I watched in heat as his throat worked, his Adams apple bobbing sexily. A drop escaped his mouth and I leaned in to lick it away. As my tongue touched his face, his whole body jerked and he tossed the plastic bottle away as he turned to snare my tongue. Our lips locked ravenously, our mouths opened immediately and our tongues dueled viciously. I moaned in triumph and heard his answering growl. His teased the edge of my lower lip with his; I stroked his tongue with my own. My hands reached up and grabbed the sides of his face, tilting him for better access. I was wild, untamed, and completely overcome. My nipples were painfully hard, reaching for him from the center of my swollen breasts. My panties were soaked through yet my juices still flowed from me with dizzying speed. My fingers were restless against his head, turning him, pulling him, swallowing him whole. My legs moved under me, pushing me closer to him, pulling away, and desperately trying to squelch the flow coming from the apex of my thighs. On the verge of suffocation we pulled away at the same time, panting heavily. The feel of his hot breath on my cheek was driving me closer to the edge and I dropped my head back. Chad took this as an invitation and locked his mouth on my neck, sucking and licking madly. The chills running down my spine were going to crack a vertebra, I just knew it. I shuddered so strongly it broke his hold on me and I moaned loudly. Hearing Chad shush me, I bit my lip and moved away from him and his expert mouth, taking my hands from him. I wanted to taste his cock. I was going to taste him. I wanted to see for myself if he could possibly live up to the standard my personal fantasies had created. I took the notebook from him and set it under my seat, then moved to the floor, kneeling between his hard thighs. His glazed eyes followed my movements as I went straight to his fly. He moved to stop me, but I brushed his hands away with a scowl: I was going to taste him and he could just fucking enjoy it. My hands easily released the button and I carefully yet quickly unzipped him. Before I was even half done, his magnificent dick thrust itself from the tight confines. My breath caught in my throat; he bobbed in front of my face, every bit as outstanding as I had thought, dreamt, fantasized. He was hard and big and hot; I could feel the heat coming off him in waves. I sighed and watched him flex at the contact with the slight breeze. I had only a moment of trepidation when I considered his size, then pushed it away. I didn't care if he was six inches around and fifteen long, I was going to MAKE him fit. I took his throbbing erection in my hands, pushing the fabric of his jeans out of the way as I did. Slowly, softly running my cupped palms from tip to base then back again. I traced the distended veins with the tips of my fingers, circling the sensitive head. I looked at his face once more before I took him into my hot mouth and felt the corners of my lips pull tightly. His eyes were watching me, the heat in them enough to singe my hair; his teeth biting his lip hard to keep in the sounds that would give us away. I closed my eyes to revel in the taste of him as I let the head slip past my lips. Moaning at the salty, musky, and wholly unique taste of him, I let my tongue swivel around him and over him, loving the taste of the dewy drop of pre-cum that had escaped his hot cock. I felt his hand bunch in my hair as I moved farther into his lap, taking him in farther and further still. With one hand I steadied myself on his thigh, the other hand cupping his sacs and squeezing gently. I gracefully bobbed my head on him. Taking more of him into my hot mouth, then swirling my tongue around as I worked my way back up. I felt his cock flex in my mouth, felt his hips rise off the seat. Applying more pressure, more suction, I moved faster, loving the taste and freedom I felt in this simple act. His hand in my hair never directed me; he didn't force me to slow or hasten. Overcome with that realization I relaxed the muscles in my throat and let him slip down farther than I had ever allowed anyone to go before. Faster and faster I sucked him off until I felt his balls tighten seconds before he shot his hot load down my throat, making not a single sound. I moaned again, loudly, as I swallowed every last drop. God the man tasted as good as he looked. After a few moments he pulled me off him where I was still enjoying licking him clean. He kissed me, his tortured lips so amazingly gentle I felt my heart hitch again. I eagerly climbed onto his lap, straddling his still naked and semi-hard dick. He slowly began to divest me of my clothing, lips still toying with mine. I increased the pressure and ferocity of our kiss, not wanting gentle now. I sucked his tongue into my mouth then lightly bit his lip when I released it. He growled but pulled away, shocking me into looking at him. The lust in his eyes sent an answering wave of heat through my body and I shivered. Without a word he stood and set me on my feet. He finished taking my cloths off, ripped his shirt over his head, then pushed me back down into the seat. He got to his knees and placed my legs over the armrests on either side of the lavish chair, leaving me spread wide open to his view. He leaned in close again and latched onto my neck, pulling my tender skin into his hot, wet mouth. I gasped at the sensations coursing through me. His hands settled briefly at my waist before moving to my breasts, taking them both into his big hands. He kneaded me as he moved his mouth down my hot skin; his wet breath on my skin sending my heart thundering madly. Finally he reached my hardened nipples, licking the tips of each rigid peak before lightly biting the left nub. I groaned softly and thrust my hips towards the heated skin still peaking through his parted jeans. His solid belly pressed against that part of me that needed more from him, effectively pinning me down. His gifted mouth alternated between biting and soothing my nipple; then when I felt I couldn't stand it a minute longer he pulled the wet flesh into his mouth. He sucked hard and steadily then tortured me with short rapid tugs, making me ache to the soles of my feet. I felt my juices running out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass; knew I was coating his stomach with my excitement. Fantasy Flight I pushed against him, trying to find some relief, and felt him press back roughly. As he moved to the other breast to repeat the torture, I moved my hands to his hips, yanking him desperately towards me, needing that hard smack from his firm flesh against my aching clit. He let me have only a few solid smacks before he moved away and out of my grasp. I whined at the loss, not caring about anything but finally relieving this ache that had grown out of control over the last few hours. I lightly scratched his arms and back as I tried to pull him back to me, but he still escaped my attempts and kissed his way down my stomach and lower. In anticipation, I reached above my head and grabbed hold of the top of the seat, holding on for the sweetest ride to ecstasy. My entire body was strung tight; my back arched and hips thrusting out to meet the hot mouth that suddenly latched on to my achingly engorged clit. I screamed as he pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking strongly for a few moments before flicking it with his tongue. He sealed that magnificent mouth over my center, sucking and flicking wildly, making me moan and twitch uncontrollably. Every atom of my being was focused on that nub of pleasure until suddenly it was gone. I spread my legs wider then moaned when I felt that delicious tongue thrust into my sopping hole. My whole body convulsed with the strength of the orgasm that suddenly rocked me, my hips thrusting wildly into his face as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. Our audience forgotten, the plane forgotten, the whole fucking world was forgotten as I screamed again as the second wave crested over me. He growled erotically and I opened my eyes to see my juices spew forth onto his waiting tongue, dripping down his chin. The sight rocked me to my core and I begged him for more, the tremors of my orgasms still quivering the inner muscles of my dripping cunt. "Please Chad! Fuck me! Now!" I rasped wildly. "Please! Fuck me! Please!" I ripped my hands from the seat as I reached for him, desperate to feel him inside me. Finally, FINALLY, he moved up my body and took my lips in a ferocious kiss. As his tongue penetrated my eager mouth, he rammed his cock deep into my waiting pussy. Although I was more than ready for him, he stretched me to the limits and I loved it. His hands fisted in my hair and I grabbed hold of his tight ass and he started to pound my hips into the soft seat with every strong thrust. I met each of his movements with my own, the slapping sounds of our sweaty flesh connecting reverberating in my ears. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, scooting me farther down the chair so my ass was hanging over the edge and my back bent even further. His weight pressed down on me and I felt him reach that much further into my hot core. Our mouths tore apart and the sound of his deep growl tore through the cabin. I let out an answering scream as I succumbed to the fresh orgasm slamming against me. He continued to slam deep into me as I rode the wave, though I was nowhere near done with him. "OOOOOOH! YESSSS...." I chanted. "Fuck me Chad!" "You're so gooood!" Chad replied breathlessly. "Fuck... baby! I... can't... stop." "No! Don't stop! Fuck me! Harder!" "Oh God..." He growled as he increased the driving thrusts of his glorious cock, slamming almost painfully into my cervix. My nails dug into his ass as he suddenly bit into my neck. My mouth opened in a silent scream as yet another orgasm hit me, my body arching wildly against his. This time he followed me as my tightly clenched inner walls milked his cock. "FUCK!!" He groaned. "Not yet..." I felt him shoot his hot seed deep into my eager cunt, felt his body jerk stiffly against me. My own body was jerking madly, nearly throwing him off me. He thrust a few more times before coming to a shuddering halt on top of me. Seconds later he moved off me, pulling me with him as he rested back onto his knees. Our bodies still joined, we wrapped our arms around each other and waited for our breathing to even out. His hands held me tenderly, one stroking my hair and face. My own hands traced unintelligible patterns over his back and shoulders. "That was fucking incredible." He finally said blissfully, his breath ruffling my hair. "Yes," I sighed. "It certainly was." "Can I see you again once we land?" He asked with a boyishly hopeful tone. "I'd like that, Chad." I smiled into his eyes, truly happy. I felt him stiffen and pull away slightly. The light in his eyes dimmed a bit and I frowned in worry. "What is it?" I asked. "I just realized something." He said with the oddest note in his voice. "What?" I replied anxiously. When he didn't immediately respond I asked again, "What is it Chad?" "I need to ask you something, and I don't want you to hate me for it." The tone of his voice shot straight to my heart and I started to panic. "What?" "What's...uh..." He began slowly, then rushed forward. "What's your name?" The End Fantasy Flight I'm waiting in the airport, listening for my boarding call, trying to shake the latest of my string of hangovers. I close my eyes, praying for a silence I know will never come in a crowded waiting area. I frown, thinking that having that last beer the night before was probably a very bad idea, but at the same time, reminiscing about the good time that were had by all. The last five days were incredible, and I realize that a getaway to Mexico was just what I needed to cut the long, harsh winter short. Spending the last few days sunning and swimming by day, drinking and partying by night, was a welcome relief from the real world. Unfortunately, the fun had to come to an end because of an early morning meeting that I have to be at. I had to leave my friends a day early and make my way back home alone. With the headache pounding in my temples, I feel some comfort in knowing that I'll be able to sleep the whole way home and not have my rambunctious friends disturbing me. Sitting with my eyes closed, I feel the presence of someone watching me. In an effort to keep the light from filtering in too quickly, I slowly force my eyes back open. When they have finally adjusted to the bright glare of the sun attacking me through the large windows giving show to the runway, I lay my sight upon one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. She sits across from me, a perfect smile on her face. Her long, dark hair cascades over her bare shoulders and focused on me are her arresting green eyes. I smile back, feeling a movement in my shorts. Just looking at this beautiful creature is enough to evoke the growth of my manhood. I shift uncomfortably under her gaze, fearful that she may be aware of what is happening down below. Just what I need, I think. Some gorgeous woman seeing me unable to control my urges. Just at that moment, the first boarding call for the flight sounds over the speakers, and thankful for the chance to reposition myself, I stand slowly and grab my carry on. I give the woman another smile, trying to be slick, and make my way to the aeroplane. I notice that she hangs back and I think that she must be in the front half of the plane. Thinking about her luscious lips, my headache seems to recede for a moment and I feel some sort of relief from the pounding. I find my seat, an aisle seat, and stuff my bag into the overhead compartment. I sit down and once again close my eyes, waiting for the rest of the plane to fill. Suddenly, I hear someone clear their throat and I realize that someone wants to squish into the window seat. As I slowly open my eyes again, there I find the smoking, hot woman standing in front of me. She cocks her head towards the window seat. "Mind if I get to my seat?" she asks. Her voice is low and throaty, but yet at the same time, so feminine. Not being able to speak, my words getting caught in my throat, I stand up and motion for her to squeeze by. Seeing how flustered I've become, she lets out a barely audible laugh and moves past me. As she does, her firm ass rubs gently across my crotch and I once again feel the same awakening as before. I flop back into my seat, completely embarrassed, hoping that she didn't feel my cock growing hard against her ass. I sneak a peek at the woman out of the corner of my eye, and she appears to have gone about her business, settling into her seat. My peripheral gaze drops down to her crossed legs, her sundress riding up her bronzed thigh. Oh! Just to take that leg in my hand and kiss my way up her tight, smooth skin, I think. My imagination begins running wild with fantasies. I want to touch her and kiss every inch of her desirable body. I clamp my eyes shut, trying to rid myself of such foolish daydreams, but she has been permanently etched into the back of my eyelids. I try to focus on anything except that alluring woman, attempting to picture the most mundane of things, and finally, she flees from my mind and I slip into a light slumber. What seems to me to be just moments later, I am awakened by a short spell of turbulence. Groggy, I look around the plane, and notice that there are very few passengers aboard. I find it odd that the waiting area had been bustling with people. I come to the conclusion that most of those loud, happy people must have been waiting for a different flight. As my senses return to me, I remember whom I am sitting beside. I sneak a quick glance her way and see that she seems to be enthralled with a video playing on the TV in the back of the seat in front of her. She laughs silently at a joke, or something funny, and I continue to stare at her. She has such amazing eyes, a green that is as clear as a perfect emerald stone. I can't believe that they are natural, but for someone so perfect, they can't be anything but real. I decide that I need to talk to her. I want to hear her voice, to see those eyes looking at me. I sit there, trying to get the nerve to say something, when I think of the perfect opener. I tap the woman on the shoulder and she removes her headphones. "What movie are you watching?" I squeak out. "Blades of Glory." She says then puts her headphones back in and goes back to the movie. Feeling like a complete ass, recognizing how stupid and close-ended that question was, I get up and make my way to the small bathroom. On my way there, I see a stairway leading to an upper deck. I turn to the flight attendant preparing a food cart. "Is there another floor on this plane?" I ask. "Yes, but no one is up there today. The flight is pretty much empty. Of course, no one is allowed to go up there either. That could result in some serious trouble." She smiles. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?" I realize that I am still standing there, staring up the stairs, curious as to what may be above in the darkened space. I quickly enter the bathroom and latch the door without giving the attendant an answer. I look in the mirror and am shocked to see the pale face staring back at me. You'd never guess that I just spent 5 days in Mexico under the burning sun. I splash my face with water, remnants of the brutal hangover still plaguing my body. I use the facilities, taking my time, kicking myself for screwing up the chance to talk with the woman. I make a decision to try again, this time not leaving her the opportunity to go back to the movie so quickly. I unlock the door and make my way out of the bathroom. I come face to face with a sweaty, fat man. He looks as though he may be in that bathroom for awhile. I thank heavens that I had gotten there first. I walk back to my seat and sit down. When I'm settled in, I see that the woman has either finished the movie or stopped watching it. This seems to be my chance to strike up a conversation and I take the chance. I turn to my right and begin to speak. "Hi. My name is Jake." I offer her my hand to shake. She looks at it, and reluctantly takes my hand. "I'm Serena." Touching her soft skin, shivers run through my body. I drop her hand quickly, trying to avoid any permanent damage to myself. Trying to save myself, I hastily spit out another sentence. "So, was that a good movie, that Blades of Glory?" I give her a goofy smile. God, I'm such a moron, I think. "It was kind of stupid. I turned it off because I was getting bored with it. These flights can be so boring." She stifles a yawn, as if to show just how bored she really is. I need her to keep talking, her voice so intoxicating. Thankfully, it seems as though my stupid question has elicited her to continue talking without my having to say anything. "I wasn't even supposed to be on this flight today," she says. "I wasn't supposed to be leaving for another few days, but there was an emergency at the office and I've been called back." Keeping the conversation flowing, I ask, "And what is it that you do?" As if it that was the funniest question ever asked, she smiles, her eyes crinkle and a low laugh escapes her throat. "I'm a model." Of course she's a model. What else could this goddess of a woman be? The world be wasted if she didn't let herself be captured by film. "Ah..." is my response. "Yes. I was enjoying some of my time off, but one of the other models got sick and they need a replacement for her photo shoot. And, well, it seems that I've been chosen. So much for my vacation." Seeing an opportunity to boost my ego a little, as well as to keep our conversation going just a little longer, I dive into my passion for photography. She listens intently as I tell her about some of the things that I've been shooting, including pictures from my recent trip to Mexico. She asks me if I have my camera on board. I tell her that I do, and then she asks the unthinkable. "May I see some of your shots?" Oh no! What if she thinks they're awful? She poses for pictures for a living. She's bound to see the crappy quality of my shots. Reluctantly, I get up and open the overhead bin. "Are you sure that you want to look at them? They probably aren't the same calibre as the photos you're used to seeing. I'm just an amateur." She looks up at me as I root through my carry on to find my camera. "Of course I'm sure. I'm sure they're great, even for just an amateur." I find my camera and sit back down. I turn it on, and find a series of shots that I took of my friends roughhousing on the beach. They're my favourite ones, the action coming across so clearly in the crisp pictures. She looks slowly and contemplates each picture, getting a sense of what is really happening in each shot. When she's finished, she hands the camera back, and sits quietly. I believe that she's trying to come up with something nice to say without just saying that they suck. "Those are very good. I feel as though I am right there with those boys, watching them play." This was probably the highest compliment that she could have given me. However, I think it's mostly because it's this stimulating woman who said it. I believe she could have said they sucked and I still would have been happy. I thank her and put my camera away. She looks towards the front of the plane and tries to hide another yawn. I was losing her, boredom creeping into our encounter. I have to save myself, and remembering the empty upper deck, I lay out a suggestion to her. "So, this plane has a second floor, and the flight attendant told me that no one is up there. How would you like to sneak up there and do a little exploring? We may find someting that's been left behind or whatever. It could be fun to sneak up there." I await her response. She turns back to me, her lips in a smirk. "That does sound like fun. How do we get up there?" I tell her about the stairway right near the bathroom. We agree to go one at a time, waiting for the attendant to be closer to the front of the plane, so that we don't get caught. She goes first, sliding past me, evoking that damn movement once again. I sit back down, glancing back to see what is happening with Serena. She makes it to the stairs, and with a wink, disappears. Now it's my turn. I look around to locate where the flight attendant is, and spot her still dealing with a passenger near the front of the plane. What luck! I get up and start to the back of the plane. Inches from those stairs and whatever else might be waiting for me, a flight attendant crosses my path. I stop dead in my tracks, fearful that she knows what's going on. As calmly as possible, I slide past her and go into the bathroom. I'm sweating, profusely, so I quickly wipe my face. Slowly, and oh so quietly, I open the door a smidgen. I see both flight attendants are now at the front of the plane. I stealthily sneak from the washroom and bust my ass up the stairs. Not having time to stop, I run right into Serena, almost knocking her over. I grab her, holding her up, her faces inches from mine. Her minty breath is cool on my face, providing some relief from the heat of the excitement. "Whoa. Slow down there. You in a rush?" She asks. "Sorry." I tell her. "I almost got caught by a flight attendant. Talk about exhilaration." She laughs, and I put a finger to her lips to quiet her. The last thing we need is for someone to hear us from down below. I take my finger away, and start to pull her down the aisle. The darkness makes it difficult to see anything, let alone allow us to find belongings left behind. But just knowing that we're doing something naughty, is all we need to keep wandering along the darkened aisles. We move silently between the seats, looking at the floor, trying to find something... anything. Serena is moving one way and I'm moving the other way. All of sudden, we come to the same place. "Find anything?" I ask. "Not a thing. They really do clean house." She gives me a sexy pout. I look deep into her eyes, losing myself in the depth of them. Before I have a chance to over-think things, I lean forward and put my lips to hers. She jumps with surprise, but thankfully, she doesn't pull away. Instinctively, I pull her closer, allowing her body to mould to the grooves of mine. Letting herself be swept into the kiss, her tongue parts my lips and slides into my mouth. I feel her tongue on mine, massaging it, then exploring my mouth. She pulls her tongue back and breaks the embrace. She is breathless, panting slightly. "Wow. I wasn't expecting you to do that." She grins. "But I sure am glad that you did." I'm in heaven, hardly believing that this is happening to me. I'm tempted to pinch myself, but I don't want to be awakened just yet if this is all just a dream. Serena stands there, staring at me, perhaps waiting for me to say something to her. I look down at my feet, a wave of shyness sweeping over me. When I finally get the nerve to look up again, she's turned away and gone back to pacing the aisles. You damn fool! I think. What are you doing here? Way to make yourself look like a complete loser. I start walking the aisles again, completely lost in my thoughts, when I feel a tug at my shirt and I'm pulled to the floor. I look back and see Serena, her eyes showing surprise and excitement. I hear talking and realize that someone has come upstairs. Positive that we're seconds away from being caught, I hear a lighter flick and then some giggling between flight attendants. It seems as though some of them have sneaked upstairs to have an illegal cigarette. I try to muffle the laugh that is escaping from me, laughs from knowing that they could be in as much trouble as we are, as they are from relief at not being looked for. After a few minutes, the voices subside and we know that the flight attendants have returned to the lower floor to continue their on-flight duties. The smell of lavender lingers in the air, having probably been used to cover the smell of the tobacco. We rise from the floor and step into the aisle as Serena looks at me, eyes half closed, the look of lust glazing her over. If this was going to go further, now was the chance to continue what I had started a few moments before. I grab her by the waist and pull her close. "You are so incredibly beautiful," I whisper in her ear. I know it's lame and she's probably heard it a thousand times before, but I couldn't think of a single clever thing to say. As I finish whispering, I touch her ear gently with my lips, slowly tugging her skin between my teeth. She lets a small gasp escape her lips. I continue to tantalize her with soft kisses beginning on her neck and eventually reaching her collarbone. A low moan comes from within her; she's losing herself in the pleasure of my lips on her skin. Her skin is so sweet and I just want to taste every inch of her. Reluctantly, I pull away from her, fearful that things will stop. However, she surprises me, and with a sexy smile, she reaches behind her and unzips her dress. Slowly, her dress falls to the floor and I discover that she's chosen not to wear any undergarments that day, her perfect body completely bared for me. As she steps out of her dress, I move forward again, and resume tasting every inch of her body. I grab one of her tits in my hand, taking her nipple between two of my fingers. I tug gently on it, eliciting a sound of pleasure from Serena. Next, I let my mouth replace my fingers, pulling her hardened nipple with my teeth, being oh so gentle, as not to hurt her. As much as I want to throw her down and ravage her, I only want to give this woman pleasure and am doing my best to go slow. As I continue kissing my way down the length of her body, Serena reaches forward with one of her hands and places it on my already stiffened cock. Even through my shorts, I can feel the softness of her touch. I pull away from her once again. As I do, she begins working the buttons and zipper of my shorts. Within seconds, she has them undone and I proceed to shake the shorts off, being slightly clumsy in the process, but just wanting to be free of the restraints. I throw my T-shirt over my head, and as quickly as possible, shed my sandals. Suddenly, there we stand, both of us naked and vulnerable, anticipating what is yet to come. I get down on my knees in front of her and put my hands on her hips. I pull her closer to me and bury my face in her perfectly groomed pussy. I touch my tongue to her clit, delicately licking the small mound of flesh. Serena throws her head back, letting out a loud sigh. I pull back and look up at her. "Shhh." I whisper to her. "We have to be as quiet as possible." She looks down at me, a look of need in her eyes, but at the same time, puts her finger to her lips in a motion to silence herself. I go back to her, extending my licks from the bottom of her pussy, right up across her clit. I lap at her faster, shortening the strokes of my tongue, totally focused on making Serena cum. I feel Serena's hands on my shoulders, and her grip tightens as she gets closer to cumming. Her body starts to shake slightly, and she gasps for air as satisfaction courses through her body. I continue massaging her clit with my tongue. Serena releases her juices, cum running down her leg. As her orgasm subsides, I move my mouth to her inner thigh, and taste her sweet, warm juice. I stand up, and am face to face with a glistening, relaxed Serena. She turns me so that my back is to one of the aisle seats. She gently pushes me back and I land down into the seat. Now she is kneeling in front of me, her hands immediately on my cock. She strokes me a few times, and I feel myself grow even harder under her touch. I sit there, anticipating the moment when her full lips will wrap themselves around me. Without warning, her mouth is on me, her lips circling my head. I feel her tongue caress the tip, and all of a sudden the feeling is almost more then I can handle. The feel of her warm mouth on my cock is reaching the point of being overwhelming and I panic, trying so hard to hold back, wanting to savour every minute that I have with Serena. I shut my eyes tight and take a few slow, deep breaths. Within seconds, thankfully, the panic subsides and I manage to break past the point of no return. My muscles relax and I go back to watching Serena suck me off. I watch as she continues to take more of me into her mouth. I feel everything that she's doing with such clarity. I feel the light pressure of her lips on my head, the tightness of her hand squeezing my shaft. As she continues to bob on my cock, I begin to feel her tongue flick at the rim of my head, causing a slight tickle that feels so incredible, it takes me to a place of complete euphoria. She stares up at me, those unreal eyes focusing on mine. With my cock in her mouth, she smiles, and then pulls away, my shaft still in her hand. "Does that feel good, Jake? Do you like having my mouth wrapped around your hard cock? Unable to think, let alone form a proper sentence, I release a moan as my response to her. She moves her mouth back to my cock, and I feel that incredible first touch again. She continues to stroke my shaft, more and more of my cock disappearing into her mouth, and she moves faster, with a determination to make me cum. Fantasy Flight Before I have the opportunity to peak, I push Serena away, not wanting to miss the chance to slide myself into her. Wanting her to be as comfortable as possible, I ask her, "How did you want me to fuck you?" She seems a little surprised at my use of the word 'fuck', but responds to me in kind. "I want you to fuck me from behind. I want to feel all of your hard cock pushing into me and I want your hands grabbing my ass." Being one to accommodate a woman's demands, I flip her around and bend her over the same seat I had just been sitting in. She gets her knees up on the seat and spreads her legs as far apart as she can. It's not much, but it's enough for me to slide my cock into her slicked pussy. I grab at both sides of her ass and pull her as wide open as I can, while at the same time pushing more of myself into her. She gasps out, leaning forward and biting hard on the seat, attempting to not make any noise. Having her tight pussy wrapped around my cock is an unbelievable feeling. I start out slow, not wanting to shoot my load before she has the chance to cum. I'm now pushing all the way into her, her wanting muscles squeezing around me, begging for more. I close my eyes, holding back the urge to cum right then and there, praying that I will be able to hold myself just a little longer. The scent of her is so stimulating, her skin so smooth, everything about her makes me want to fill her up with my juice. I breathe, concentrating on anything but my oncoming orgasm. I manage to push past the first few seconds and regain control of my own mind. I release a deep sigh, knowing that I can now fuck this woman properly, giving her a bit of a show at the same time. Hearing me sigh, she turns her head to look back at me. I stare at her and she mimics my sigh, letting me know that she is thoroughly enjoying having my cock buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy. I stop thinking, letting my mind go blank, and I relish every second that I'm fucking Serena. My muscles continue to tighten, my breaths coming quick. As I get into a rhythm, the plane suddenly hits another batch of turbulence. Abruptly, both Serena and I are bouncing around, being shaken left and right, back and forth. In the distance we hear the flight attendant announce that the "fasten seatbelt" sign has been turned on. We both let out a laugh, enjoying the added movement made from the rocking plane, however, the extra action is making it very difficult to hold myself back. Thankfully, the words that come from Serena are a good sign that I will feel relief within moments. "Keep going, Jake. I'm gonna cum again. You're gonna make me cum." I keep pushing, the turbulence making it somewhat difficult to keep myself standing upright. I plant my feet hard, bend my knees slightly, and continue to thrust myself into her pussy, making sure to keep hitting the right spot to ensure that she gets to her orgasm. Without anymore warning, the muscles inside of her pussy contract around my cock, her back arches, and I can see that her toes are curling. She bites down hard on the seat, wanting to scream out as she cums. The turbulence finally stops and that allows her to rock herself back against me, trying to prolong her orgasm, and this is enough to make me lose all control of myself. Aware that her orgasm has now passed, and she is content, I whip my cock out of her and, within seconds, my cum is shooting all over her flawless ass. I continue to stroke myself, until every last drop has been drained from me. Standing there, I gasp for breath, and Serena climbs off of the seat. With my cum all over ass, she turns and squats down in front of me. "I want to taste that cum of yours," she says. She then proceeds to take my cock into her mouth; her tongue moves around, wanting to make sure that she tastes all of the juice that remains. She continues to suck at me gently and stroke what's left of my slowly shrinking cock. Finally, I feel the last of my orgasm die away, and she releases me. She squats there in front of me for a moment longer, just staring up at me, seemingly pleased with what has just transpired. As my senses return to me, I realize exactly what has just happened, and I suddenly become the nervous and flustered guy that I usually am around such a beautiful creature. "Oh! I'll get you something to clean off with." I stumble to the back of the upper deck, find the bathroom and let myself in. I grab a wad of cheap toilet paper, and embarrassed that this is what she's going to have to use to clean her ass off, I leave the bathroom slowly. "Sorry, but this is going to have to do to clean yourself off. It's cheap, but it should do the trick." I give her that stupid goofy smile again. "This will do just fine." She turns around and gives me her ass so that I can have the honour of wiping her clean. I finish cleaning her off, and without thinking, I simply throw the toilet paper on the floor. I walk over to where my clothes are strewn about, and start dressing myself. I have no idea what to say to Serena, and she doesn't seem to be trying to talk to me, so I stay silent. Then, when I am dressed, and so is she, she turns to me. "We should probably get back down to our seats." Her voice is casual, like we had not just been intimate, like we're just good friends. "Well, getting back to our seats is probably going to be a little harder then getting up here. Let me go down first, make sure the area is clear, and I'll motion for you to run back to your seat." I make this offer being the true gentleman that I am. We go back to the stairs, and as I turn to go down, I take one last look at the spot where I just fucked Serena, the model, and a goddess in my mind. I slowly creep down the stairs, Serena hanging back slightly, and when I notice that there is no attendant at the bottom of the curving staircase, I poke my head around the corner, just enough to see that, thankfully, once again, the attendant is at the front of the plane. I motion for Serena to pass me, and she does, and almost runs back to her seat. I stand there for a few seconds longer, and noticing that the attendant is suddenly turning towards the back of the plane, I quickly take the last few steps down the stairs. I try to get into the bathroom, however, to my chagrin, it's occupied. I stand there, twiddling my thumbs, trying to be non-obvious about what I just did. The attendant strolls past me to the very back of the plane, eyeing me the whole time. I feel the sweat starting again, and without thinking, I turn and march back to my seat. Serena's sitting there, eyes closed, appearing as though she's fallen asleep. I sit down and fasten my seatbelt. I close my eyes, wanting to picture everything that just happened, not wanting to forget a single moment. Eyes closed, the attendant comes over the loud speaker. We're starting our descent into Ottawa, and should be landing within minutes. It's cold and there's plenty of snow. Thanks for that glorious update, I think. The plane touches down and I feel a jerk as it begins to slow down. Then I feel something completely different. A cool breath is on my neck and I hear words in my right ear. "Thank you for such an amazing flight home. You made coming home worthwhile." Serena pulls back and I look at her, my eyes having popped open as she began to speak. I smile, not wanting to spoil such a perfect moment by saying something stupid. The plane has finally come to a complete stop, and I let Serena out first, not quite sure I was ready to get off of this plane. She grabs her bag from the overhead compartment, and before she walks out of my life, she grabs my hand. "It was such a pleasure to meet you Jake. Perhaps we'll see each other again." I agree with her and wish her luck with her upcoming shoot. And then she walks away, but as she does, I smile a wider smile then I thought any human could do. I open my closed fist, and there, in the palm of my hand sits a piece of paper. I unfold it and read what has been written on it. In my hand, I hold a chance to be with Serena again. She has left me her phone number. I glance up and catch Serena just as she is walking out of the plane. She smiles, and with that, she's gone. But the hope that I will see her again stays with me. Written By: Cynthia Goodies February 20, 2008 Fantasy Flight to Sydney (Dave's story) Kelly, Last night as I slept I dreamt that I had got on a plane and was making the voyage down to Sydney to meet you, at long last. The plane was completely full of beautiful, hot, horny, women. I was the only guy onboard. Even the flight crew and stewards were all women. Once we were in the air things really began to turn nasty quickly. The female pilot announced that we were now on autopilot and that the classes could now start. The stewards all got up and stood where they usually make the "what-to-do-in-case-of-emergency" speech. But instead they started stripping each other until they were completely naked! They took their time though, helping each other out of their clothes, kissing and touching, stroking their pussies and breasts, rubbing their backs and asses. I can't tell you how horny that made me and the other women on the flight. A few moans and gasps could be heard. Then the lights dimmed and a screen came down in front, like they were going to show us a movie but instead a picture of you came on the screen! And a title card - Juicy Kelly 101. The pilot, now naked too, of course, explained that this was a class on what to do if ever they were lucky enough to get a chance to fuck the hottest girl in Australia! Now I knew that's exactly what I was going to do the second I got there but I kept quiet and watched what would happen. The pilot, Amy, who I guess was the instructor also, was tall, dark haired with big tits and had a pussy shaved in novelty fashion like a "!" Her partner was Lynn, who looked passably like you but without your wonderful glow. Now, in typical, dream logic, the plane really didn't look like a plane anymore but more like a university lecture hall. Amy and Lynn and three other naked women were on the floor where the professor usually stands and the passengers were seated like students. Amy said that this was just a basic class and that another one showing the use of toys would be held at a latter date. The first lesson would be foreplay. Amy took Lynn in her arms and started frenching her. Lynn responded enthusiastically, putting her hands around Amy's neck. As they kissed, Amy began stroking Lynn big breasts, playing with the nipples and tugging at them. Lynn groaned her encouragement and pulled her closer. Now the other girls on stage - Wendy, Rachel, and Cathy - started doing the same thing but as a threesome. They were all touching and tonguing and kissing each other. Pushing their tits together and getting their nipples hard by rubbing them together. Lynn meanwhile had started licking and sucking on Amy's breasts, taking them into her mouth and covering them in her saliva. Amy still continued to play with Lynn's breasts as well. Now this was having quite an effect on the audience, me included. All of the 100 or so women turned to each other and started duplicated what they were seeing happen on stage. They all began to undress one another, sometimes in groups of 2 or 3, and I know I saw a ten-some forming in the far corner. Jackets were discarded, shirts and blouses unbuttoned and removed, Bra's were unhooked and unclipped revealing a sea of tit flesh. Skirts and pants and dresses were wriggled over hips and left to drop to the floor. Panties of all shapes and description were pulled off and the smell of a hundred wet pussies filled the air. Everyone was now naked. That included myself. I was strangely detached from what was happening around me. Nobody was paying any attention to me and I was fine with that. These women were just fantasising about fucking you, I knew I soon would be. I won't tell you that I didn't jerk myself off as this lesbian orgy took place around me because I did. I stroked my cock as I watched these women do to each other what they really wanted to do with you. Back on stage Amy and Lynn had gone a little further and were now petting each others pussies to get them nice and juicy. Amy pushed Lynn onto her back and spread her cunt lips open. She licked all around her slit, snaking her tongue this way and that. Lynn twitched at her touch. "Fuck me, Kelly, fuck me!" she moaned. Next to them Wendy, Rachel, and Cathy had moved into a triangle position, mouths-to-pussies, so that no one would be left out. The same thing was happening all around me: from 69's on up to that big ten-person fuck, women were eating each other out all around the room, all moaning the sane thing: "Fuck me, Kelly, fuck me!" I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see you, my sweet, standing naked behind me, ready. "listen," I said "They all want you." "That's just foreplay. I'm ready for lesson two: your hard cock" You respond. You take my hand as I pull you down to me, taking your mouth with my own - our tongues lashing frantically together. Squashing your big tits with their erect nipples against me. I love kissing you this way. You begin kissing and licking your way down to my waiting cock, pausing only to tease my own nipples with your tongue. It's feels great. You reach my cock and taunt me be playing with it first. Licking all round from ballsack to head, again and again. One of your hands is working on your juicy cunt and clit while you do this, not wanting to be left out. Finally you take me in your mouth, into your silky wet warmth. "UHHHHH!" I've wanted this for so long. But I don't want to peak without you so I slde off the seat onto the floor, my cock never leaving your mouth, and make my face available to you. You straddle my head and I see your pussy lips just over me. Like the Gates to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. I pull them apart and begin to lick you up and down, fingers reaching for, then finding the nub of your clit. You sit down harder on my face, grinding your cunt against it. I feel your hand paying with my sack. I pull you apart wider and push my tongue deep into your glistening hole, thrashing it around. I feel you, more than hear you, moan around my cock. I can feel my asshole tighten and the internal piping getting ready. I tongue you faster, getting two fingers inside you and my hand dances across your clit. "OOOOHHHHHHHH!" you moan as your orgasm ripples through your body. "I'M CUMMMMMMMING, HUN!" I shout to give you a quick warning. My cock convulses inside your mouth, filling it with my hot cum. Some of it already dribbling from the corners of your mouth. I feels your pussy spasm around my fingers and tongue and you flood me with your pussy juice. I lick up as much as I cum but there's so much. I get an idea and patting your back, we separate. I look around and spot two women nearby 69-ing. "Think they're ready for lesson three? You need a good cleaning. So do I." I say. We are both covered in sweat, cum, and pussy juice. You nod your approval and approach them. you get their attention and I see that it is Misty and Ulana from your tennis story. So that explains why my dreams are so hot and nasty tonight. Your story must have really affected me. We stand in a tight circle at first, hugging and kissing each other. We even share a four-way kiss, pressing our tongues together. Then Ulana and Misty stand in front of you and I walk behind you, making you the centre of out attention. Misty starts licking my cum off your face, running her tongue along your cheeks and inside your mouth. She rubs her pert tits against your big ones, her nipples teasing yours. Ulana, on her knees, is licking all around your thighs and pussy, lapping up your love fluid. I stand behind you slowing moving my newly hard cock up and down between your ass cheeks. My hands move to finger Misty's ass while you play with her clit and pussy. We stay like that for a while gently moaning as pleasure on another but soon I want to put my cock in your pussy again and poor Ulana has to left to frig and fingerfuck her cunt all by herself. I tell Misty and Ulana to sit on top of each other so you can finger and eat them both out while I fuck you pussy from behind. They love it. Ulana sits on Misty so that her bigger tits can be free to swing and bounce. I bend you over and push my hard-on into your wet puss. I know your hands will be busy so with one if work your clit and with the other I fondle your tits. Ulana's cunt is on top of Misty's and you go to work on both of them. You concentrate on their slits only, Misty is rubbing Ulana's clit and vice-versa. You pull one then the other open, giving them both a good lashing. Back and forth, then using three fingers to fuck the one you're not tonguing. Ulana and Misty start moaning like the horny sluts they are at your expert ministrations. Their moaning starts you doing it and you begin to work harder, faster. Ulana's and Misty's hands are flying over each other's clits. Ulana and Misty are the first to cum. A Niagra Falls of girl juice flows out of both of their cunts, spayring your face and running down to the floor. I work your clit a lttle harder and pop you off seconds later. "OOOHHHH!!!!" you cry out, clenching your pussy around my cock causing it to spurt as I join you in orgasm. I awoke with a shock, reaching for you, the dream had beeen that vivid. But you weren't there, all that was left was a wet spot of cum on my sheets. I'm sure this was just the first of many such dreams I'll have about you in the months to come. I'd better get used to them.