0 comments/ 16064 views/ 0 favorites The Long Flight By: foggygurl Bob boarded the Sing-Air flight dreading both the flight itself and the trip. He was on his way to Singapore to shut down the company offices there and he hated it. True, they hadn't been making money lately -in fact they were losing big- but still, they were doing the best they could in the dwindling market and this was going to hurt people he cared about. Ah well, it couldn't be helped. He settled his lanky frame into the seat by the window, ran his hand through his short grey hair and sighed. He watched the rest of the passengers file by through first class on their way to the cattle car seats in the back, and thanked his lucky stars that at least the stateside branch was making money. His eye was caught by her the moment she stepped through the door. She was dressed for the tropics. A long flowing silk skirt, bamboo green, topped by an almost transparent white linen blouse, the tails in front gathered in a knot just beneath her luscious breasts. She was maybe 30-35, judging by her face, but her body was fit and those breasts, ohhh, those breasts. Stunning. He longed for them already. His cock stirred in his pants, wakening to the thoughts racing through his mind as she moved down the aisle toward him. He was taken aback when she tossed her bag in the overhead compartment above his row, her breasts momentarily rising and pushing against the fabric of her blouse as she reached over-head, the cool air of the plane's ventilation stiffening her nipples. They pushed out tiny peaks in the fine linen. He licked his lips and adjusted himself in his seat. She had the seat next to him. She pulled a blanket from the bin and leaned down to move the seat belt from her seat. Her breasts swung freely and he glimpsed them briefly down the neck of her blouse. He couldn't take his eyes from her, and was startled when her hand moved into view. "Hi, Jennifer Lawson, guess we're seat-mates for the voyage?" He shook her hand and stumbled through an introduction, knowing that she knew he wanted her, unable to hide his huge erection. She sat down, tucked the blanket under the seat, and they made the usual small talk about the weather, the flight, business or pleasure. It was her first trip to Singapore and she was excited to see all the sights, take in the wet markets, see the lantern festival, all things that he had forgotten about, hadn't seen in years. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and in the end he had promised to help her get connected with the real city, far from the Orchard Row hotel in which she was staying. The flight took off, dinner came and went, and people began to settle in for the 14 hour flight. Bob set the laptop on the tray and started working the spreadsheets, trying to find some way to avoid disaster. Jenn snuggled back in her seat, reading a trashy novel, absently toying with the buttons on her blouse. After a bit she gave it up, reached under the seat for her blanket and settled in for some sleep. The cabin was dark, all except for a few insomniacs tapping away at their keyboard or staring absently at the movie screens on the seat-back in front of them. He sensed it before he saw it that the blanket over her body was subtly moving. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep, but her hands were moving. Caressing her breasts, stroking herself and almost imperceptibly moaning in pleasure. Bob looked around. Nobody nearby was awake. The stews were strapped in their jump-seats a few rows up and gossiping about the hotel in Sing. He took a deep breath, un-snapped his seat belt, and tentatively slipped his hand under the blanket. He almost jumped at their first real contact. Her blouse was open, and as his palm skimmed over the silken surface of her breast her nipple came to life, tickling his palm as if in welcome. She let out a tiny gasp. He froze. Waited. Nothing. Wow, she was a heavy sleeper. She nestled in, turning towards him and trapping his hand between her breasts. A happy captive indeed. Enervated, he allowed his hand to explore further, traveling down her smooth round belly, under the waistband of the skirt, feeling the soft tendrils of her fur against his fingers. The humid heat of her sex beckoned. She was wearing no panties. No, of course not, she was the kind that would never wear panties. There was no way he could resist. Sliding his hand a tiny bit more, he felt her wetness flood his fingers, her swollen lips welcoming him, her clit engorged and rising from it's hood, begging for him to stroke it. Her hips rocked ever so slightly, encouraging him to be more daring, and he slid his middle finger over her clit and buried it to the second knuckle inside her. Slowly withdrawing and repeating the movement, her hips moving more now, vigorously demanding he finish what he had started. Her right hand gasped his forearm, drawing him deeper, pressing harder, demanding, pleading, drawing him to her. He was rock hard now, and in some discomfort. How could he cum here. In his pants for god's sakes? Like a teenager? But then, how could he stop? Her left hand caressed her breasts briefly and then snaked under the blanket, between the seats, finding it's way to the massive bulge in his pants. Skillfully she unzipped him and reached in to caress the hardness there. Her hips rocked faster and he felt her warm cunt close over his fingers in spasm after spasm. Her body writhed in the seat, all the while keeping a firm hold on his throbbing member, and before he realized it she had slithered across him and taken his cock in her mouth, her hot lips closing over his glans.. sucking it deep into her mouth, needy, demanding, eager. Bob couldn't contain himself a second longer. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and plunged her down on his cock, shooting deep into her throat. She swallowed it all, and then gently, lovingly continued to suck him, massaging every last drop from his balls until he pulled her off him. She sat up slowly, licked her generous lips and said; "Thank you. I think this is going to be a looong and entertaining flight. Don't you?" Bob knew it was. It was indeed. And there were 10 more hours to go. The Long Flight (or, One Way To Solve The Middle East Peace Crisis) *** Baltimore to Australia. 22 hours. My fiancé and I were taking up a friend on his generous offer of Companion Passes, as he was a supervisor for a major airline. Free tickets in exchange for a small bit of ganja and a smaller bit of cash. The three of us had just settled into first class. It was a damn near empty red-eye, us being the only front-of-house passengers, so they turned off the lights almost immediately after serving the first round of drinks. I had taken a Percocet, both to calm my nerves about my first International flight, and because of the beautiful wide-awake but dreamy, ecstasy-like delirium it puts me in. The glass of wine had a nice boosting effect, and by cruising altitude, I was lit. I leaned over to Josh, my fiancé - a strong, handsome and highly skilled Son of Abraham - and planted light kisses on his face. "Thank you", I whispered. He gave me his sexy, half-lidded smile, grabbed me behind my neck, and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss. He nodded. Go time. *** Our friend, Ali, was a striking man of Pakistani descent. We met while he was rescuing me in his AAA van, a side gig for him. It was a lovely 70 degrees that February night in DC, thanks to good ol' Global Warming. The unseasonable temperatures had me in constant Spring Fever, and my libido was crazy high, even for a woman of almost 30. I had been lying face down on the hood of my car when he arrived, reading. I am short, only 5'4", but am very stacked. My 38DDD breasts were smooshed to bursting out of my top as I lie there, my trim waist curving out into my beautiful, tight but soft round ass, and long, silky, dirty blonde hair cascading around me. I hadn't seen him arrive, so when I looked up and saw him, I was doubly startled. Not only was he in fact there finally, but had apparently been staring for quite some time, as his big cock was fully evident in his khakis. My jaw literally dropped as my eyes moved up from his twitching meat to his gorgeous caramel face, deep, twinkling dark eyes, and the sexy, mischievous smile perched on his lips. My pussy became instantly soaked as I realized he was sizing me up with a similarly flattering appraisal. After some friendly banter which led to some revelations about shared hobbies, musical tastes, and lifestyle, he unlocked my car, handed me my keys from the passenger seat, taking longer than needed touching my hand, and then asked for my number. I gave it happily, and he proceeded to tell me how lucky he felt to have such a beautiful damsel in distress to rescue that night. He knew I was engaged, so we would merely casually flirt whenever he came over to our home. Eventually our trip to Australia was planned; great new friends out on an adventure together. *** I covered myself with a blanket, then reached out and began stroking both men's legs slowly, looking at each of them in turn. Ali looked confused, as he had basically given up on any hope of fucking me at that point in the friendship. He looked quizzically at Josh, who winked back, mouthing "Go for it!" I slowly slid the blanket down just under my breasts, and pulled open my top, conveniently low cut and stretchy. My massive, firm, round and all-natural ladies stretched into the open, large Irish-pale pink nipples standing up and out proudly in the cool cabin air. I leaned in and gave Ali a soft kiss, trailing my hand beneath his chin seductively, pulling him to my breast. I did the same to Josh, then closed my eyes, leaned back, and sighed heavily as the first waves of pleasure I was to experience that night began washing over me. My lacy nylon panties had been drenched since I got on board, knowing full well our intentions for our friend. While they dually nursed, I began my tandem stroking again, this time along their fat, rock-hard cocks. They had both already liberated their little friends underneath the blanket. Ali, having waited so long to have a shot at me, was harder than I've ever felt a man. And I produce some seriously stiff sausages, let me tell ya. I was thrilled to find about eight and a half inches of perfectly straight, smooth brown cock staring up at me when I peeked. His precum made a lovely lubricant as I slowly teased and tortured them, softly running the tips of my fingers up, down, and around them. I pulled away long enough to lick my fingers needily and get them nice and wet. Once my now slick palms touched down, both of them jumped, and I felt two solid cocks begin to bubble beneath the surface. I sped up a bit, gradually increasing speed and pressure as I stroked them up and down a few times, followed by a nice corkscrew move up the shafts and around the heads. I knew my man had stamina, but Ali was clearly losing it in the heat and shock of it all. Sweat was forming on his face and palms, and he began biting and sucking hard at my nipple, kneading my tit with serious force while his other hand searched my body frantically, so happy to finally be able to explore the curves and soft, milky flesh he'd been wanting for so long. I stopped abruptly, wrapping my hand tightly around the base of his cock and around his balls. Josh knowingly scooted further towards the window and helped me adjust. He replaced his hands on my ass and my dripping slit as I leaned over to take Ali in my mouth. He'd already seen my old porn videos, and knew I had skills, but Josh later told me he looked like he was about to burst into tears at the pleasure he was receiving. I bobbed my head frantically, grabbing his ass and shoving him down my throat with all the force I could manage. I snaked my tongue gracefully around his pole, zigging and sagging along the shaft, tickling the underside of his head, spiraling towards the opening at the tip. His knuckles were white as he gripped the armrest on the aisle side with one hand and raked his nails up my spine viciously, drawing blood, and making me cum instantly. Josh had been working my tight wet cunt fast and extremely hard, with two fingers inside me and another rubbing and pressing into my hot little hole above, while getting himself off with the other hand. I bucked and almost fell off of the seats as I spasmed with an electrically charged, it seemed, orgasm, squirting all over my man's hand and wrists and lap (and seat, and window, and wall, and probably the freakin' ceiling, too, for that matter). Ali pumped rope after rope of his hot, sweet nectar down my throat, now with both hands gripping the back of my head hard, holding me against his body as tightly as he could, suffocating me on his meat while he let out a loud-and-long "Ohhuuunnngghhhhmyfuckinggod...". The sight was enough to earn me an ass covered in streams of my love's baby batter, Josh aiming so he could watch it spray down over my ass and pussy, cumming with a primal grunt. Josh lovingly massaged up and down my slippery, swollen cunt as we came down from the rush. He wiped us both off and covered me with a blanket, while Ali regained his composure after I licked him clean and put away his cock. We fell asleep soundly for about an hour, my head still in Ali's lap, my skirt now pulled down over my previously exposed ass, all three of us sharing the nice big blanket we'd brought along. The attendant finally came around again, and I was awoken to the question of beverages. I ordered another glass of wine, sat up rubbing my eyes (realizing that I'd made quite the puddle of now white, sticky girl-cum all over their first-class seating), and smiled widely, knowing that the flight had just begun. ***(My first erotic story ever! Feedback is begged for and if you folks say you like it, I'd be happy to tell the rest! It was quite a trip...)*** xoxo KD The Long Flight Home Dang. Plane looks pretty full. I check my ticket and make my way back to the right seat. Good, empty row so far on the two-seat side. I slip into the window seat and stow my laptop under it as aisle begins to clear up. Almost departure time. I buckle in hoping that I got lucky and don't have a neighbor. If I do, please let them be thin. Two chubby passengers side by side make elbowroom almost impossible. I go ahead and buckle in and look out over the wing as the last load of luggage is trucked out. I sure hope mine has made it on board. I could have done it all carry on, but who needs that hassle these days? Waiting at baggage claim beats bein' semi-strip searched. I look around and see one last person in the aisle heading back with a laptop bag over her arm. Looking at her boarding pass and her eyes stopping above my head let me know I had a neighbor. Sizing her up made me smile... for more than one reason. What a pretty lady! I smile and say hello, and she returns both. She slips off her suit jacket and lays it carefully up above, standing on tip-toe to reach. What a gorgeous view! I'd guess her to be 5'2", or 3", slender and shapely. As her head emerges from the top shelf, she smiles again and takes the laptop case she'd put on her seat, and stows it beside mine. I pull her seatbelt aside to clear the way for her pretty bottom. I'm going to at least enjoy the view if nothing else. Kinda' hope she doesn't pull out her computer when airborne and keep her tray in the down position the whole flight. It would cover up her pretty legs. She appears to be around my age, but it is hard to pin-point exactly. Her make up and hair are flawless. We exchange some pleasant nothings as the door closes and we head out to wait our turn to take off. As soon as the seatbelt sign goes out, the lady is reaching for her computer. Oh well, I might as well get mine at the same time since we're both reaching and stretching together. Soon, we're both working away. I'd not had one minute to myself the entire trip so far, so I didn't pull up reports or presentations to work on. I loaded my word processor and found the last story I'd started before leaving earlier in the week. I find a lot of relaxation... and let's say, stimulation... in my hobby of capturing thoughts on paper. Well, paperless paper anyway. Soon I was lost in the fantasy world of my mental theatre, recording bits and pieces of thoughts and faces. Dang I love this little escape of mine. I was jogged back into the "here and now" when the stewardess (I still like that antique job title) asked me what I'd like to drink. Pushing my laptop up enough to bare a little corner for the cup of ice filled with soda, I thank the lady and sit back looking out of the window. Soon I was enjoying the simple thrill of clouds and passing scenery down below. I lost track of the time as I sipped and crunched and enjoyed the panarama. "Oh, my. Sweetie, if you don't mind, would you please scroll that up a bit?" I was a bit startled and turned from the window. The pretty lady next to me was looking right into my eyes and nodding her head toward my screen. I'd moved it just enough off center to provide her with a clear view of my work, and she'd obviously taken advantage of it. I felt a blush coming to my cheeks as I realized my story had just reached a pretty steamy part. But the lady was smiling a sexy smile, and I thought, "What the hell, why not?" "If you can keep it a little secret, sure, hon", I said and turned the screen a bit more and scrolled it up to the top of the doc. "Here, feel free to scroll it down at your own pace." I smiled as she leaned over and put her pretty manicured fingertip on the little button in the center of my keyboard. My mind wandered a bit as I watched it flick the top of it as she read. Soon, she was lost in her reading. I leaned back and sipped the remaining melted ice water from my plastic cup as I watched her gorgeous eyes move back and forth. I noticed that as she read her mouth moved a bit and her eyes would narrow as it appeared every word was touching something deep within her. Just at the end I saw her bottom lip disappear just under her upper teeth, and I thought I heard over the muffled roar of the engines and rushing air outside the cabin a very faint moan from her. I might have been mistaken, but I was going to enjoy the thought of it anyway. To be honest, I was beginning to enjoy the whole process, and was kinda' glad my tray was in the "down" position with her eyes looking in that direction. I realized my middle-age spread was pushing the material of my "business casual" company polo shirt against the edge of the tray, but the pretty lady didn't seem to notice at all. "Wow. Do you do this for a living?" I explained it was a little secret hobby, an outlet for some otherwise un-expressible thoughts of a "chubby ol' married man working in a politically correct business world". "Do you have... any more?" she asked, looking into my eyes. I could see the lady was actually serious. Those gorgeous eyes had a twinge of desire in them I had only seen in my mind's eye as I typed lately. "Hmmmmm. I do, if you promise not to tell, hon." "Cross my heart, baby." I pulled up my folder contents and told her to pick any title in it. Soon she was hungrily devouring another of my stories, and I was enjoying every moment. She began softly to just whisper as she read. Obviously she was not only enjoying herself, but she wanted me to know how much she was. It was her little way of expressing her appreciation I thought. But maybe, just maybe... she was also really getting into it. As we began our final approach and the instructions came over the sound system to stow away our gear again, we both powered down our computers. "Whew, hon. I loved that. Thank you so much. I wish you'd send me a copy sometime. Er... would you? Please?" I looked and the lady's eyes were looking directly into mine. I smiled and I saw a blush begin to creep over her gorgeous cheeks. "I have a better idea." I took one of my business cards and turned it over. I jotted down on the back of it my blog address, and told her I kept this for on-line friends. She could feel free to pop on if she promised to be very, very quiet about it, since this was my one secret in the whole world. "Baby, trust me. Here's my personal e-mail address, too." As we landed, I learned she was making connections here, and I was going to find my car in long-term parking and head home. We promised to become on-line "pen pals", and she made her way to the aisle first and reached up for her jacket. As she did, I couldn't help but notice the lovely outline of her pretty (and "perky") breasts under the soft material of her blouse. She must have had the air conditioner pointed right at her... or... she must have really enjoyed her reading. I smiled and just drank in the gorgeous view for the second or two it was offered. She pulled it down, and picking up her case wished me a great day, and promised to be in touch "real soon". The gentleman who had held up the aisle for her as she slipped into the slow moving stream of folks heading out quickly moved in behind her. I sat back down and decided to just wait a bit until I could easily exit. As I looked down at the seat beside me, I paused. Funny, I didn't remember her spilling anything on herself or her seat. Reaching down and touching the damp upholstry, I wonder... The Long Flight Home There are some vacations that leave you feeling worse than you did before you left. What had started as a weeklong trip to paradise had quickly turned into seven days of hell. Awful weather, rude locals and to top it off, a bout of food poisoning that kept us all in the hotel for the last days of the trip. To make matters worse, my wife Lisa and I never managed to find any time away from our daughter Ellen, who spent the entire trip whining. Needless to say, I was frustrated in more ways than one, and I wasn't alone in that regard. The airport had been an almost welcome sight when we pulled up to the terminal, but that moment of relief didn't last for the nearly three hours we all had to spend signing in, getting through security, and running to (barely) make it onto our plane. As if to prove that our unlucky streak would have no end, our seats were at the very back of the plane and not even next to each other. Ellen had the window seat in the back left row, I had the middle seat (which I hate) in the back right row, and directly in front of me was my wife, Lisa. We were all pissed off at each other, the past week, the current situation and the world, with nothing to look forward to but a five hour flight home. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard flight 287 to Chicago, O'Hare Airport," said the voice of the flight attendant over the intercom, "I regret to inform you that today's flight crew is understaffed and that I, Janine, will be your only flight attendant today. Unfortunately, we will have to suspend drinks service for this reason. We offer our sincerest apologies and I will do everything possible to assist you throughout our flight." I chuckled involuntarily. One last gut-punch. One row up, I heard my wife groan in anger at the news. Janine started going through the pre-flight safety information way up at the front of the plane. It would have been nearly impossible to watch it even if I'd wanted to. Looking around, I noticed that nearly all of the passengers in the last ten rows, including the two men on either side of me, were wearing matching red and silver windbreakers and similar sporty apparel. Clearly it was a team of some kind, and judging by the ages of the guys I could see, my guess was collegiate-level. Checking out the insignia on the jacket of the guy next to me, I learned that the team name was the Grizzlies, but I had no idea where they might be from and didn't care enough to ask. The two men on either side of me were clearly the coaches, and the thirty-odd players filled in the rear quarter of the plane. I glanced over at Ellen, who was looking downright chipper compared with the attitude she'd been displaying the past week, as she was now surrounded by cute guys who were clearing checking her out. Ellen wasn't the only one the Grizzlies had taken notice of. Ahead of me, I could see the young men on either side of Lisa making the most of every opportunity to look in her direction. While the pre-flight checks continued, the guy on Lisa's right introduced himself, as did his buddy on her left. Lisa was surly at first but clearly the admiring glances of these guys were softening her. By the time the plane was off the runway, she and her new friends were having a good old time laughing and chatting. I caught more than a few compliments these guys were throwing her way, even getting their friends in the next row up to turn around and join in. Poor Janine, the lone flight attendant, passed by one time to kindly remind the boys to sit facing forward, but she was far too busy dealing with the first-class passengers at the front of the plane to pay much attention to those of us in the back. Across from me, Ellen was receiving a similar doting treatment and I could see her blushing up a storm, clearly loving all the male attention she was getting. I was used to noticing guys check out my daughter by that point. She had her mother's looks and she'd developed early. Frankly, it was hard to blame them. Even still, having the two guys on the inside of her row leaning in to talk to her and three more in the next row kneeling on their seats to join in gave the impression of sharks circling for the kill. The situation was the same in front of me, with Lisa laughing and carrying on with these guys half her age, all with her husband sitting two feet behind her. She was clearly still pissed at me for everything that had gone wrong on our trip (which obviously had been all my fault) and I caught her glancing back at me every so often, checking to see if I noticed how much fun she was having with these good-looking guys. I pretended not to notice. Lisa and the guys had elevated their flirting to playing silly hand-games, thumb-war and the like, as a childish excuse for some physical contact. I rolled my eyes. Lisa was doing her best to make me jealous, hoping that shoveling some misery on me would remove it from herself. I decided to put my headphones on and try to get some sleep rather than give her the satisfaction. As my music kicked in I heard Lisa laughing as she lost another thumb-war and Ellen giggle as she took a photo with the guy next to her. Try as they might, I wasn't going to let my wife and daughter ruin the last five hours of vacation I had. I drifted off to sleep as my Johnny Cash record started. I woke up to silence. As I tend to do on airplanes, I had fallen asleep almost immediately and had slept quite soundly. The cabin lights were dimmed by this point, and the raucousness that had started the flight had completely died down. I checked my phone and saw that the album I had started was finished, so I'd been asleep for maybe 45 minutes. I pulled off the tight headphones to rub my ears a bit and was about to get some more sleep when I heard the whispering. "C'mon, it's no big deal," said a male voice in front of me. My eyes were still adjusting but I could tell that the guy on my wife's right had turned fully toward her and was staring at her intently. "I can't, someone would see," said Lisa, in a hushed voice. "Only us! And who would care if they did?" asked the guy. I saw Lisa turn to peek through the crack in the seats. Reflexively, I pinched my eyes almost closed, giving the impression that I was still sleeping. Lisa knows that I sleep like a rock on long flights so it wasn't hard to convince her. She turned back around. "Okay, but only for a second," said Lisa, adding a school-girl giggle to the end. The guy on the right gave a little fist pump of celebration. The dude on Lisa's left was equally excited. Facing straight ahead in her seat, I could only see part of Lisa's arms and elbows as she fiddled with something in front of her. There was some rustling of clothing then I watched as her arms went up about shoulder-high and stayed there. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she was doing. Until I saw the reactions of the guys next to her. When her arms went up, their eyes went wide as saucers and they started to grin uncontrollably. This was the look of a teenage boy who had just seen some tits. After a few seconds, Lisa's arm's shot back down, no doubt bringing her shirt and bra with them. The boys still looked like they'd glimpsed heaven and they high-fived while laughing like jackals. This caught the attention of the guys in the next row up, who had been facing forward and hadn't seen Lisa's first show. When they realized what had gone down, they quickly goaded her into a repeat performance. And another. And another. Each time my wife flashed these college kids she kept herself exposed a little bit longer. She also grew bolder, grabbing, lifting and dropping her large boobs to the muted amazement of her captive audience. When one of them asked her to shake them around, even I was able to glimpse some of her soft flesh as it wobbled back and forth. Since the Grizzlies all but owned the back half of the plane and the flight attendant was hopelessly entrenched in the first-class cabin, this whole spectacle was able to go on without anybody who might break it up even being aware of it. Except, of course, me. I knew Lisa had been pretty pissed at me after the events of this week, but I had underestimated just how horny she had gotten from a week without getting laid. We have an active sex life but as we hadn't gotten moment's peace from Ellen and her incessant whining there had been no way for us to be intimate on our vacation. Lisa gets wild after a few days of being pent up, and the attentions of the young men around her were fueling that fire. I thought about putting an end to everyone's fun once I first realized what she was up to. But frankly, I was still pissed about our "vacation" too, and growing more pissed by the second about how she was dealing with it. For the moment, my anger far outweighed any spousal responsibility or loving kinship I might have otherwise felt. To me, in that moment, she was just some slut, doing what sluts do. Lisa had been putting on her show for several minutes when I noticed the first cellphone. Several more popped up before she realized she was being filmed. She immediately covered herself, giggling nervously. "No pictures!" she said, in a hushed tone. "Don't worry, it's just video," said the guy on her left. Lisa laughed, and through the seat-crack I could see her turn towards lefty's camera phone and make a kissy, movie-star face. She continued to pose and sensing that she was willing to play along, more phones appeared. Pretty soon the prodding to pull out her boobs again got the better of her and out they came. "My god, they're massive," said one of the guys, to murmurs of agreement. With all eyes (and iPhones) on her exposed body, Lisa seemed to have forgotten that the game had started with some quick flashing. She was rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples and generally giving these guys all they could handle. It was a sight I knew all too well, so it hardly mattered that my only view was of her arms, hands and (occasionally) a bit more. Word had spread to the other Grizzlies of what was going on, and soon guys were filing in and out of the seats in front of my wife to get a look at her tits and snap a few pictures. Lisa said nothing through all of this, only laughing occasionally at some of the guys' reactions. She did glance back at me a few times, but in the dim light and with me still feigning sleep, she never seemed too worried about getting caught. Through it all, my wife's row-mates, Righty and Lefty, flatly refused to give up their front row seats. Lefty had his camera trained on my wife's tits from the beginning, and Righty was enjoying the show more than anyone. "Someone get a picture of me holding them!" said Righty, handing off his phone to one of his buddies before reaching for Lisa's chest with both hands. Lisa flinched slightly as if to stop him, but he was on her so fast there was really no point. I could see his face clearly between the seats as he greedily kneaded my wife's tits. Lisa's hands dropped to her armrests, signifying a total lack of resistance. I heard her giggle some more, clearly enjoying the touch of this other guy. All the while, the cameras continued to roll. Lefty got in on the action pretty quickly, grabbing at Lisa's nearest breast the moment Righty gave him an opening. The pair groped and grabbed for awhile, tilting their faces in close to pose for pictures. Guys kept filing in and out of the seat in front of them, silently enjoying the show. I'm not sure which of the guys used their mouths first, but pretty quickly they were both kissing and sucking on her tits. After some aggressive fighting over real-estate on her chest, Righty and Lefty settled in to a rhythm of having Lisa turn slightly to offer up her nearest nipple to their hungry mouths while the other was pinched and fondled by the boy on the opposite side. From this angle, I could see Righty suck my wife's plump right nipple all the way into his mouth, before letting it go with a 'plop'. The boys alternated in this fashion for what felt like ages, and over the top of the seat I could see Lisa's heading swaying as her back buckled from the sensations she was clearly enjoying. That's when I noticed that Righty no longer had both hands on Lisa's boob. One had dropped down to her lap. I had no angle to see what was happening there, but his motions and Lisa's reactions made it pretty clear he was rubbing her pussy. As his turn on her nipple ended, Righty made another bold move by moving his lips up to hers and kissing her. In her state of arousal, with both boys still handling her most sensitive areas, she dove right in to a make-out session with Righty. Eventually, Righty pulled away long enough for Lefty to get in and lock lips with my wife while pinching and pulling on her nipples. Righty took the time to use both hands to try and undo Lisa's pants, but clearly he was having some trouble. "Wait, hang on," said Lisa, pulling her tongue out of Lefty's throat. I heard the unbuckling of a seat belt, and suddenly Lisa stood up. I instinctually jerked my head toward the aisle and snapped my eyes closed. She wouldn't have seen that I'd been watching, if she was even still checking. Turned away and with my eyes glued closed, I could only hear as Lisa got back in her seat and the sounds of her getting back to second, maybe even third base with these two Grizzlies. Trying to act natural I slowly opened my eyes to gauge the situation. In my transfixed and semi-frozen state watching Lisa's display, I really didn't have a view of what was happening on the left side of the plane. I know the coach on my right was asleep (and snoring rather loudly) but with my eyes opening in my new position I could now see that the coach on my left had his camera phone out, like so many of his players. However, it wasn't pointed at my wife. It was pointed directly across the aisle, where pressed into the back of her window seat, my daughter Ellen was getting rapidly fingered by the guy in the seat next to her. It was a shocking display: Ellen's skirt had been hiked up to her waist and the guy's hand was buried in her pink underwear. Her face was completely hidden by his as they made-out savagely. Her shirt was a mess, as the guy had obviously been playing with her good-sized breasts before moving down to her pussy. It was a vivid image, in sharp contrast to the implied sexual activity that my wife was engaged in to my front. In spite of myself, I felt the semi-hard on I'd been nursing while watching Lisa explode into a raging erection at the sight of Ellen's smooth, exposed thighs and satin underwear. It wasn't until Ellen pulled her face away from her Middle Grizzly that my mind was able to connect the dots that this creature in front of me was my daughter and not an object of lust. But as her face contorted in ecstasy, I decided it was best to turn away regardless. Without making any sudden motions, I oriented myself so that I faced roughly halfway between the daughter that was cumming on some guys hand at my 9 o'clock and the wife that taking on two dudes at my 12 o'clock. From this perspective I could take in the whole scene, and I realized that as much the orgy that it was, everything was very compartmentalized. Lisa and Ellen were buried in their seats and surrounded by Grizzlies who were milling about. Certainly nobody else on the plane but those in the know would even conceive of what was happening in the back rows. With no flight attendants to check up on us, the whole scene could go on un-interrupted for the remainder of the flight, assuming nobody made too much of a ruckus. The Grizzlies seemed to know the score, and despite their blatant disregard for the fasten seatbelt sign the whole group gave off an extremely mellow vibe. Some of it was the awe of the two scenes that were unfolding before them, but it also seemed as though the whole experience was nothing too out of the ordinary for them. I imagined that wherever their damn school was, most of their parties probably turned into the style of group sex I was now witnessing. In front of me, Lisa was now moaning softly. In my peripherals I could just see Righty leaning his body into hers and the slow, steady motion of his arm as his hand worked her pussy. I saw a quick flash of Lisa's hand as it dove into Righty's lap. I could hear his zipper go down but from this angle I could only guess (with almost absolute certainty) that he was getting jerked off. As if on cue, Lisa's left hand quickly found Lefty's crotch and after working down his zipper fished out a hefty cock. The coach on my left repositioned his camera phone, moving it unwittingly into my field of view. Through it, I saw my daughter continuing to get worked over by Middle guy. Moving his hand out of her panties and up to her shirt, he pulled it up agonizingly slow, first popping out one of her breasts, then the other. After tweaking her perfect, shiny nipples, he dropped his hand down again and pulled her panties aside, completely exposing her shaved pussy. As Ellen bucked her hips into his teasing hand, the cameras continued to roll. I'm not sure either of the girls were even aware of the implications of the film being taken of them. I do know that there's no way they cared at that moment. With one eye on my splayed-out daughter and the other on my ski-poling wife, I realized my options were pretty limited. Stand up and stop the whole thing? Probably could. Then share maybe the worst three hours on a plane ever with my slut wife and skank daughter and the guys who abused them? Not sure what that would solve. That rage that had been growing in me was coming back. I was angry about so many things, and so angry at my family that more and more I was enjoying their present situation. They were being treated like whores and, whether they realized it or not, being humiliated. Good. They deserve it. There was movement in my daughter's row. Through coach's camera I could see all three occupants getting up, with the guy on the aisle stepping aside to let Middle and Ellen pass by. Middle was practically carrying her by her pussy as they stepped into the aisle and towards the back of the plane. Through the phone, I saw Ellen attempt to straighten her appearance as she got up, and nervously look my direction as she hit the aisle. I snapped my eyes shut and when I raised them a few seconds later, she and Middle were gone. To my front, Lisa was now bobbing her head up and down on Lefty's dick. I almost laughed. Had Ellen gotten up at nearly any other moment she and her mom might have seen each other. As it happened, there's no way either one could have known what the other was doing. It also occurred to me that the Grizzlies probably had no idea that these two sluts were related, let alone that I was their husband and father. Why would they? We had all been so upset that we hadn't spoken to each other since we'd got on the plane. The thought almost had me laughing again. Lisa now had her face buried in Righty's lap while she continued to stroke Lefty's impressive dick with her other hand. I heard Righty lean in and murmur something into Lisa's ear, and without pulling his cock from her mouth she replied with a sloppy "yesth". All three of them started to get up and I snapped my eyes closed yet again, leaving just enough room to peek. Lisa stood facing the aisle, wiping spit and precum from her cheeks. Her big tits were hanging freely out of the bottom of her shirt. They were pink and splotchy from the rough attention they'd received and her nipples were hard as hell. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was in a public space and made no attempt to cover herself up. Granted, the Grizzlies that had gathered around to watch provided ample cover from anyone at the front of the plane, but their cameras continued rolling away as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and stepped into the aisle. The Long Flight Home I watched Lefty's big, bouncing dick lead the way toward the back of the plane, and was surprised to see that Lisa's pants and panties were halfway down her thighs as she walked past. That must have been why she stood up earlier. I caught a glimpse of her wet mess of a pussy as she walked past and watched her full ass ripple as she followed Lefty. Righty was right behind her, his own thick cock leaking precum onto her ass and back as it slapped between them as they walked. The trio disappeared into the backmost part of the plane, where I knew there were lavatories and an (unused, on this flight) kitchen area for the flight attendants to prepare meals and drinks. Quickly a line formed in the aisle, heading straight for the rear of the plane. Every Grizzly on the flight was in it. The coach on my left leaned over and tapped the coach on my right, who I assumed had been sleeping. But by the knowing nod they gave each other, it was clear that like me, he'd been watching everything from the start. They both stood up to get in line and, curious, I did as well. They raised no objection, just smiled and nodded to me. If only they knew my relation to the women they'd been watching. The coaches were given deference and allowed to cut into the line, only a few back from the front. As I was in-between them, I got to sneak in as well. It took a few minutes but finally the line started to move when Middle, the guy that had been finger-fucking my Ellen, pushed his way back to his seat, a satisfied grin on his face. His phone was out and he was scrolling through images and showing them off, but I couldn't see from my angle. Righty was the next one out and he too made his way to his seat and plopped down with a satisfied sigh. His softening dick was still hanging out of his pants. I was now far enough into the aisle that I could see that at the very back the little hallway split off to the left and the right. I still couldn't see what exactly was happening around those corners, but a Grizzly would pick one, walk in hard and walk out happy. There were only a couple guys in front of me now, including the first coach. As he passed, one of his players leaned in to tell him something. "The younger one is on the right, the MILF is on the left." The coach nodded appreciatively. It wasn't exactly rocket surgery to figure out that you could turn left and get sucked off by my wife or turn right and get sucked off by my daughter. Still, it was a pretty tight space and I couldn't figure out how these two could be blowing guys right across from each other and not know it. Another Grizzly emerged from the left side, my wife's side, and stopped to talk to the coach. "The younger one will only do pussy, but the older one will take it in the ass." That solved that riddle. I was now second in line with the coach right ahead of me. I was close enough now to peak my head through the little blue curtain at the end of the aisle and check out what was happening around the corners. I was careful at first, lest one of the girls see my face, but I needn't have been. On my left, bent over the never-used drink cart with her ass in the air was my wife. Her head was facing the wall of the plane, away from where the line was. A Grizzly was sawing away at one of her holes from behind, while hefty Lefty had two fistfuls of her hair and was forcing his cock as far down her throat as possible. On my right, Ellen was in a similar situation, on her knees with her face on the floor, her midsection supported by a pile of life vests. Squatting behind her, a Grizzly was pile-driving her pussy as she whimpered with delight. The guy fucking Lisa started humping wildly, then pulled out and shot his load down her thighs and calves. He took a moment to compose himself then zipped his pants, offering his spot to the coach who was next in line. Coach declined. He was waiting to fuck Ellen. He didn't have to wait long. The guy pile-driving her pulled out and shot his wad across her back. I couldn't even see Ellen's face, but I heard her lightly whimper in approval. Coach barely waited for Ellen's hole to be empty before he filled it again. Across the aisle, Lefty had tired of face-fucking my wife and moved behind her, slapping his dick against her taint. Slowly he pushed his huge dick all the way into her pussy, then all the way out. In the same fluid motion, he stuck it all the way up her ass, then all the way out. Lisa moaned hard during the anal. We'd done it on occasion, but not that often and not with anything that big. Lefty started to pick up the pace. He would pick one of her holes and fuck it hard for a few seconds, then pull out, switch, and get back to work. He only went a little bit easier on her ass than her pussy, and her legs were shaking from the rough treatment and her near-constant state of orgasm. Coach was also picking up the pace. His balls slapped lewdly against Ellen's clit as his girthy dick split her open. He reached down to roughly grab her nipples and her head shot up in a moment of sexual bliss. I could see her eyes sealed shut. Unbelievable. Neither Lisa nor Ellen even knows what's going on behind them, at least not beyond the dicks buried in their respective holes. Coach grunted and pulled out, leaning over to jerk thick strands of cum onto Ellen's hair and the side of her face. Lefty too was finally wearing out, and ripped his cock out of Lisa's ass, leaving it to gape as he went full force into her pussy. Going as deep as he could, he let loose a torrent of cum into my wife's ovaries. His balls were visibly contracting as he shot his load. He kept his stiff ten inches inside her for a minute, until their combined juices started spilling out of her. When he finally removed himself, coach was flicking the last of his cum onto Ellen's forehead. The guy behind me announced that he couldn't wait any longer and pushed past coach to stick his pole in Ellen's mouth. She was so worn out that he had to sit flat on the ground in front of her and help her bob her head up and down. Lefty put away his meat bat and smiled at me as he walked past. "She's unbelievable. Go get her, bro." I didn't need to be told once, let alone twice. I dropped my pants to my ankles and positioned my dick between her ass cheeks. I moved it around for awhile, just spreading her juices and the cum of all the guys that had been in line before me. Slowly, deliberately I pushed the head of my cock into her ass. She squirmed a bit but not much. I reach around and rubbed her pussy until she was grinding on my hand. Another guy moved in front of Lisa and fed her his dick. Periodically he would pull it out of her mouth and slap it around her face, making it glisten with saliva and cum. I pushed further into her ass, savoring every second. But once I was in to the hilt, my mood changed. The rage, building every day of this wretched vacation, the sexual frustration, the nagging wife, the bitching daughter, it all fueled my loins as I steadily picked up my pace like a steam engine. She started to struggle against it. I didn't care. The dick in her mouth muffled cries of pain or pleasure. I didn't care. My release was coming. The renewal I deserved to achieve during my vacation was finally going to happen. I was fucking her ass like a wild man, forcing her to throat the guy in front of her. The cum was bubbling up in my balls like lava. I pushed hard into her and felt her hand push past mine on her pussy as she shoved half her hand into herself, filling every one of her holes to the brim. The cum forced itself through my constricted dick and into the tight confines of her rectum. Over and over I felt it shoot out of me. All the rage and frustration was disappearing. Only pleasure remained. All three of us in that tangled mess came hard at about the same time. As he recovered from his orgasm, the Grizzly at her mouth chuckled. "Bro!" He held up his hand for a high-dive. Our softening dicks still wedged in her, I obliged him. I collapsed in my seat in a haze of bliss. I watched the line continue to cycle past as the entire team got a shot at either my wife or my daughter. Righty announced he had to "try" the other girl and got back in line for seconds. Coach eventually got back in line too, but I'm not sure who he picked. I'm not sure how, but either by accident or by design word got around to the other men on the plane of what they could get in the back. Maybe a dozen or so other passengers got in the line, including (I was glad to see) a guy about my age who snuck away from his wife and kids near the front of the plane. Clearly he was having as rough a time as I'd been having. This would help. The line was passing by in a blur of guys talking about which chick they were gonna fuck and which hole they would fuck them in, with their answers confirmed on their way back out. The phones were back out in force, as guys were sharing their pics and vids with others who'd gotten worse angles. New videos were still being made in the back. I heard a couple of porn sites mentioned as possible upload spots. I made note of them as I drifted to sleep. I woke up as Janine was announcing the beginning of our descent. I looked up, the line was gone. I checked across the aisle and Ellen was in her seat, lips looking a little red and puffy and hair matted in places, but otherwise no worse for the wear. She was asleep and had her earbuds in. All three seats in the row in front of me were empty. My wife, Righty and Lefty were missing. Janine announced that all passengers should return from the lavatories at this time, and within a minute Righty and Lefty both emerged from the back, smiles as wide as their faces. They took their seats and were whispering excitedly to each other. I heard the phrase "DP" thrown around a few times. Not long after, Lisa emerged, straightening her clothes and wiping her mouth. We caught eyes as she passed, and she shot me an unassuming smile. Playing it totally cool. She pushed past Lefty, sticking her ass a little closer to his face than was probably necessary, and took her seat. The landing was uneventful, though I thought I spotted some wandering hands between the seat cracks. Being at the back of the plane our group was of course the last to disembark. When we finally started moving, Lefty let Lisa into the aisle then followed right behind her, close enough for his dick to rub against her ass and leg as they moved slowly towards the exit. If I hadn't been watching so closely, I probably wouldn't have seen the sneaky ass grabs he pulled on her as well. Coach stood up to let me out of our row, but stayed standing until Ellen got to the aisle in front of him. He followed her up the aisle with me in front. I couldn't see of course, but from her muffled squeals I imagine he had at least one hand up her skirt. After clearing the jetway we finally caught up with Lisa, who was stopped between Righty and Lefty, talking to them. I saw her typing into Lefty's phone and handing it back to him. When she noticed Ellen and I she quickly played nonchalant. "What was that about?" I asked. "Oh, they just needed directions, so I was showing them the best route downtown," she replied. "Oh, alright. I was knocked out the whole flight, how was it?" I asked them both. "Same old. Candy Crush, magazines. Pretty boring," replied Lisa. "Fun. Ellen?" I asked. "Nothing special," she shrugged, her eyes never leaving her phone. It was clear from the way the two interacted that they'd never learned how close they'd been while doing their dirty deeds. I had to smile. "Alright then, to baggage claim. After you, ladies," I said. As Lisa and Ellen walked in front of me, their silhouettes so similar, their gait so alike, I thought about how lucky I had gotten on this trip. As I watched their asses bounce and sway, I saw a single, glistening bead of cum sliding down Ellen's inner thigh. I wondered if it was mine.