5 comments/ 51261 views/ 4 favorites Cabin Pressure By: jusduit Feedback is not only welcomed, but answered when address is supplied. I listen, and try to improve based on the enjoyment and comments of readers. I hope you have as much fun reading Carpenter as I did fantasizing its occurrence. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Takeoff "Ladies and gentlemen, we are closing the cabin door. Please place your belongings in the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of you...." I didn't hear anymore. I was sitting in First Class, courtesy of the studio I was consulting for on a film with a lot of pleasure boating in it, actually it was pleasure boat exploding – a drug flick. Somebody from the manufacturer I had done some pretty successful consulting for had recommended me when the film's Producer had called looking for an advisor. I owed my client for that one. This had been terrific duty, despite the long hours and exhaustion. I had learned a lot, met some actors, some plastic and some genuine people, and added some terrific connections to my address book, and some unique experience and references to my resume. Life could be good. If I'd gotten laid, it would have been even better, that is if could have stayed awake long enough to cum. "Sir!" The touch on my left arm could not have been from the flight attendant. I was in the left aisle seat. It had to be the woman with the nice tits beside me. Hmm, I hadn't consciously observed them. Okay, I'll come back to earth for her. "Sorry?" "I think you need to stow that bag." She said, looking at the Targus leather computer bag at my feet. We were sitting in the first row. Actually, though I didn't tell her so, I was thinking of switching seats. Of the four pairs of First Class seats on the plane, one pair was unoccupied – a great place for me to sleep through the trip. And I was sure the woman wouldn't mind, getting her own pair seats as a result. I looked at my bag, then up at the wall before me, and rose to put the damn thing in the overhead. Rules, always with the rules. "Please, let me help you," this voice was different, and from my right. The flight attendant insisted on taking the bag from me and putting it gently into the overhead rack above. The big smile, with just a twitch of one eye told me something more was meant by her civility. I smiled back and thanked her. As usual, I felt the increasing cabin pressure as the plane ramped it up to a constant equaling eight thousand feet for the flight. As I turned to sit down again, I took pains to eyeball the two other couples in First – one about the same age as me and "old" compared to the younger couple, probably in their early twenties. They all seemed to be quite comfortable in their skin as well as their seats, so I assumed they were frequent First Class travelers. When I looked back to my seat, I couldn't help but notice my seatmate staring up at me. I smiled at her too. This was becoming a very happy flight. "Thanks," I said to her, hoping to start a conversation. "You're welcome," She responded, not wanting one to stop. This was too good to be true. She appeared to be slightly younger than my 38 years, but well maintained. I guessed the wife of a wealthy Hollywood type, off on a junket to New York. "You sit here often?" The line was so corny, she chuckled and said, "Not usually with such good company. Hi. I'm Valerie." She held out her right hand, face up. I clasped it in my left hand and said, "Mitch." In the millisecond my muscles began to retract the appendage, I felt her wrap her fingers around three of mine, as many as she grab before they were gone, and grip me tight enough to let me know I was not to pull away. "I hope you don't mind, Mitch," She said, smiling coyly. "Would you let me hold you, until we are safely in the air?" With the surprise of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only to be told to take all he wants, I froze my arm in place, took a moment to turn my head and look into her eyes and managed to say, "Not at all." I couldn't leave it at that though, "It's the least I can do." She smiled, apparently relieved, and sat back luxuriously in the wide, stuffed leather seat, closing her eyes and smiling broadly at the insides of her eyelids. I couldn't look away that easy. I studied her face, the high cheek bones of an actress, wide gently curved eye formation, a nose that lifted slightly at the tip, lush but not overly plump lips, and a chin proud but not prominent. Her neck was partially obscured in her long, wavy dark hair. She had prominent shoulders that justified and proportionately supported her accentuated chest. Damn she looked hot with those meaty breasts pushing out and up. The cashmere sweater only accentuated their shape and deserved a medal from me for doing so. I thanked it silently and day dreamed of slipping my hands up underneath it. She wore a skirt of somewhat similar material, slightly darker to set off her curvy hips and beckoning thighs. The hem rode several inches above her stocking clad knees. I couldn't see much further. When I looked back to her face, I found her right eye open slightly and the pupil pointing directly at me – busted. I quickly looked at my knees and rubbed them, realizing as I did that my pants were tenting. She said nothing for several seconds, and I dared not look at her again until she did. Yeah, right. Like I have that much will power. I turned to face her and apologize, but she was staring at the bulge in my pants. No mistake about it, she was breathing deeply. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. This is Captain Richard Lassiter, and I want to brief you...." I didn't hear a word of it. The woman was behaving badly. I mean she was fucking horny kind of bad! She gripped my fingers tightly and said, "I don't think I ever looked forward to one of these late flights like I do this one." Her eyes came up and met mine and she licked her lips, slowly. The world was on edge. History was in the making. I was going to score on a flight across the country, join the seven mile high club, and for once I won't even try to sleep on the redeye. Scratch the empty seats. Life was good right here. On our way to thirty-seven thousand feet, and orange and a tomato juices later, she still held my fingers in hers. What blew my mind however, was her slow but deliberate extensions, pulling my fingers forward, then pulling them back, as if she were jerking them off. I didn't dare wish for a similar action on my cock, and yet it was clear that was exactly the thought she wanted running through my head. I squirmed again in my seat. "Would you excuse me a moment?" She said suddenly, letting go of my hand, and pressing down on my cock for balance, and rising from her seat. I said, "Sure," and began to rise to let her out. "No, no," She said, "I can get by." She did, but slowly, and pulling her hand off my crotch only when she had to. Her move was so bold I felt both thrilled and nervous. I looked across the aisle at the twenties couple and both were looking right at me, she by the window leaning forward with no effort to hide her staring. They smiled. I smiled back and turned toward my center console as if to look for something, wondering how long they would stare. My dick however had mind of its own. That glorious woman was in the forward head, probably doing something related to seducing me, hopefully, and I was going to have to deal with the idea of overt sexual activity right there in my First Class seat. Movement caught my left eye. Oh great! The other couple behind me, who I could see through the narrow slit between mine and the mystery woman's seat backs, were making out. We hadn't had dinner yet. The lights were all still on. One couple was making out, another, us, was playing footsie, and the third, the youngun's in the right seats, were getting an education. This was going to be one highly unusual flight. Internal Navigation Valerie had indeed freshened up, not that she'd needed it. She looked ready for whatever social event she was likely to attend in any city in the world. It was then that I noticed the rock on her left ring finger. Hell, it was the size of a marble. I held my ground this time as she stepped by me, both hands on my shoulders presumably for support. She did manage however to force me to spread my knees apart so she could pass one at a time. She smelled terrific. There was musk, and sweetness at the same time. This woman knew how to get her man. She smiled that wide grin again, the kind of look actresses had to have to please the camera. Her hair was perfect, fluffed yet every strand in place, including the small gathering that curved forward to cover her right eye. "Good evening again," The voice came from some other world. "Tonight we are serving your choice of filet mignon, Chilean Seabass (she pronounced it chil-A-en), and Cordon Bleu...." I didn't hear the rest. I'd given up and just starred at Valerie. I was in lust with another man's wife. She was perfect. Perfect body, perfect beautiful face, perfect hair, perfect manners, and a damned sight better than perfect sexuality. She could have told me to jump off the plane and the only question I would have asked was, "Will you be there when I land?" She said something, what was it? Oh, yes. "The fish, thank you." Fortunately, the attendant saw my muddled state and asked, "And for you sir? The beef?" That was all I needed to hear. "By all means." She took wine orders and moved on to the youngun's across the aisle. Valerie looked at me and said, "I don't mind you know." "Mind?" I asked. "Your staring," She said. That hit me like a fist. "Damn, I'm sorry. It's just that..." I couldn't explain it, at least didn't want to take a chance on fucking up a promising flight. She said, "That's okay. I seem to have that effect on men. She lifted her left hand and showed off her ring. "It has served me well." I loved the candor of this dreamboat of a woman, so much so I was still speechless. "I have a surprise for you," She said. She also looked around the cabin, as if to ensure no one could hear us. But it wasn't sound she was conscious of – it was sight. She picked up my left hand by those same three fingers, pulled her skirt up with her left hand, and placed my fingers directly on her melting snatch. "Wow!" My mind shouted. "Ughhh..." my mouth gasped, and slipping and sloshing around in her absolutely sopping pussy is what my fingers did. We'd just climbed to 100,000 feet. We'd just reach Mach 10. My rocket just took off. It bounced up against my pants like a tent pole raised by elephants. It would never come down. I surely had died and gone to heaven. My temperature was rising so fast I nearly missed the approach of the attendant with our wine. She helped both of us bring out our tables, while smirking knowingly at our clumsy recovery. In one of my many head movements back and forth to look like I was busy doing something, and not self-conscious, I saw Val wink at the attendant. What is it with women? They always seem to know something we men don't. I didn't dare make eye contact with Valerie, not knowing whether I'd either crack up laughing or shrug in embarrassment. But the scent on my finger as I took my first sip of wine could not be ignored. The woman was hot. She oozed sex. I could have jumped her bones then and there and given her the fucking of her life, and something told me she wouldn't complain a bit. But another scent wafted up too, and I'm not talking about wine. There was sex nearby, and I knew where it was. Then the people behind us were grunting. Obviously, they had declined the drink service in favor of extra curricular activity. I couldn't resist turning to see, when I bumped into Val's head bent on the same mission. We pulled back laughing silently, while she twisted herself further in her seat to finally pull her right knee up enough to expose her naked pussy to my gaze. I had to drag my sight off her just long enough however, to see the action behind. I let Val look low, and I looked from above her head. I looked back through the crack and was amazed to see the woman sitting where the man had been, next to the window. Wait, she was sitting on the man!. And her dress was up around her waist, panties crotch pulled aside, and I could just see his shaft and balls, at least that part which was not buried in her pussy. The woman looked right at Val and smiled while she didn't miss a beat, or a plunge. Just what the hell is it with women! The twist in my back forced me to relax back into my seat, but Valerie didn't move, at least not in that direction. While she continued to watch our seat mates to the rear, she used her left hand to raise mine and slip it under her cashmere sweater, up to her right breast, and let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted me mauling the thing. To a voyeur like the flight attendant who frequently looked around her corner at us, one could scarcely see my arm slinking up to my left. But the sensations shooting back to my mind from every sensor in my hand, left no doubt as to what I was up to. I wrapped my fingers around as much flesh as I could envelope and it was definitely all hers – no plastic here. The soft yet firm flesh seemed to tingle under my touch, a sensation echoed by the soft cooing of Val as I worked. I pulled the nipple between my first and second finger and manipulated it between them while the rest of my hand worked her flesh. I was having as much fun as Val was, and apparently the attendant was too. The more this went on, the more I lost my concern about being watched. In fact, I started to like it. I found myself performing for her as she reacted. A shadow passed between us. It was a male attendant from the Coach section, and he was signaled by our gal to join her. For a moment, I hesitated, but she looked disappointed, but smiled when I resumed my ministrations. She pulled the hand of her associate up under her shirt and indicated to him to follow my lead. He did, with no hesitation. When his and my eyes met, there passed an entire conversation. "These women were hot, horny, desperate for some risky business." We met the challenge gladly. He nodded almost imperceptibly back at me. As I brought my gaze back to my immediate area, I couldn't help but notice that the young couple across from us was doing exactly the same thing! After a moment of shock, I thought to look back between the seats and sure enough, the couple behind began to mimic our action. We were now four couples sitting or standing in First Class, on a transcontinental flight to New York from Los Angeles, and in for a short night of long action. And there appeared to be no holds barred. After all, the flight attendants were in control of the plane, weren't they? Initial Insertion The food nearly didn't come, as didn't all of us, yet, but the flight attendant broke up the party a few minutes later to deliver our meals. There were big smiles all around, introductions and some story telling like it was old home week at thirty-seven thousand feet. The whole thing was surreal to me. And yet, every time I looked at Val, the look she gave me back was one of "Just wait until you see what I've got in mind for you!" I couldn't wolf my food down fast enough. When the dinnerware was finally cleared, the tables restored to their stored positions, Genie, the flight attendant, dimmed the lights, but I noticed did not turn them out as is usually the practice. Brad, the male attendant, came forward again through the tightly closed curtain, and joined Genie in the work area outside the bathroom. They both looked back at me. I turned to avoid their gaze for a moment and found myself looking dumbly at Marie and Tony in the right seats. They too were staring at me. I turned mechanically and sure enough, like dogs waiting at the bowl to be fed, Patty and Will were seated behind us, looking at me for the next move. The pressure was immense. I don't know if I can describe the feelings that went through my system, but I'll try. I wanted that woman in the seat next to me, badly, but I had an audience. I was self-conscious, all powerful, an actor in a porn movie, and a voyeur, not to mention taking a huge risk that someone in Coach class would come forward looking for an empty john. Little did I know at the time that Genie had turned on the "Out of Order" sign over the entrance to the First Class section. The whole package overwhelmed me and I turned to look at Val, who was grinning, sitting almost sideways in her seat, her right knee up so high it rested against the seat back. This brought her skirt up to her waist, completely exposing her pussy, which seemed to be as eager and smiling at me as broadly as her face was. I took one last look around to see that everyone was still watching, and saw that the women had already assumed as close a similar pose as they could. Ready, I slipped one hand down on Val's mound. For several minutes, I simply massaged the entire area, paying particular attention to ensuring I was constantly applying moving pressure to her clitoris, usually with the heel of the palm of my hand. The power I was wielding over her, evidenced by her uninhibited moaning, stirring and gasping, could not be ignored. There were times that I could close my eyes and visualize what the scene looked like, four couples all doing the same thing. People who'd never met before and were suddenly naked playing with each other's genitals in an extremely public place. At least, that's the image I had, given what I'd seen of the rest of my ship mates so far. Finally, I could bear the suspense no longer and I looked around to see if that was the case. The attendants were standing, Genie's closest leg propped up on a cubby in the work area bulkhead, her skirt completely up around her waist, with Brad down on his knees to accommodate performing my actions on her. Genie's eyes were intermittently rolling back in her head, then looking back at us for guidance. My cock pulsed strongly. Where had this all started? Why were they all following me? The younin's were at it as well. Tony had Marie propped up on their center console for better access, but his action was patently following mine. They smiled at me. Patty and Will behind us were mimicking our action exactly. Patty's pussy was wide open, and Will's hand was smothering it one moment, then pulling away the next, until Patty pulled a few of her vaginal muscles enough to trigger her man's resumption of duty. He was teasing her. She didn't seem to mind. The whole scene was as surreal as ever, and yet so uninhibited and full of risk I shuddered in delight and rotated my hand a hundred and eighty degrees to allow first one, and then another finger to enter Val's slit while maintaining palm pressure on her clit. She winced with pleasure and pulled my head down to her tits. So much for watching everyone else. I was blown away again by how wet she was. There was no doubt her expensive cashmere skirt was getting wet underneath. My fingers slid in and out so easily I couldn't help but visualize what it was going to feel like to get my cock in that hole. What was I thinking! We're on an airplane seven miles above the earth! There's a hundred or more people behind us. There's nothing between them and us but a flimsy curtain. Hell, they could probably smell the sex wafting back through to them. While I guiltily continued to wallow in this aromatic escapade of sexual exploration, I found my other hand manipulating her other breast. I don't know how or when it got there, but I must have trained it well for it was echoing my earlier action on her other side. Val was lying back against the seat and window with her head back and mouth open. She was already in heaven. I smiled at my work. Cabin Pressure This is the third in a series that began with Cabin Fever and continued with Cabin Jon. I received more comments on Cabin John than I had ever received for any other story, some positive, many negative. This was partially due to miscategorization (my bad) which has now been fixed. I write for myself because I enjoy it. I share these stories with others because I hope they will enjoy them too. For those that sent constructive criticism I appreciate it and have taken it to heart. For those few who object to me personally I can only feel sorry for you. I hope you are able to find some happiness in your life somewhere like. I have. Peace - Rod Cabin Pressure She snapped something tight and elastic over the base of my balls and another over the base of my cock. Then she put a ball splitter on my balls as tight as she could. "All right, let's get ready. Tam, do you have the blindfold? Tamara nodded and stood. She pulled out a black blindfold with a leather strap that she slipped over my eyes. The last thing I saw was Blair headed over to one of the closets while Sam was standing up. "I want a refill first." "Me too." "Good idea. Let's leave him here a while." I heard the three women leave. They were pounding down the alcohol I wondered where Tracy was and what she had planned. After a couple of minutes my mind began to wander. I had been pretty overwhelmed yesterday and then again this morning. It came to me that if they had security cameras that had caught Sam and I yesterday morning then he probably had footage of everything else that had happened. The more I thought about this the more puzzled I became. How much of this all had been happenstance and how much had Jerry planned out. Was Sam in on it all? I didn't think Tracy was. Why was I not more angry about this? If Jerry did have tapes of everything how was he planning to use them and what could I do about it? I thought about coming back to the cabin and breaking in to it but I had no idea how to get here. I became aware that my cock was staying rock-hard and that I was feeling very unusual – I loved these new women and wanted them to abuse me. I was their sex machine. I had figured the V was Viagra but this was much more potent than anything I had ever had before. I didn't know much about Ecstasy but I guessed that was what the E was. I had a glimmer of an idea just as the women returned. I heard a lot of movement, some zipping, some giggles, and whispering. They were taking their time. I felt something strapped to my forehead. My arms and legs were loosened from the frame but still attached to the spreader bars. They guided me across the room awkwardly until they laid me down on a bed. My arms were secured over my head. My ankles were secured in the air above me so my ass was fully exposed. My blindfold was removed. I blinked my eyes and saw all three women dressed in latex outfits. Blair had on a black outfit with a large very long strap-on attached to the front while Sam and Tam had on red outfits with their shaved pussies exposed. "I love me some ass-fucking," Blair said, "even if it's sloppy seconds." Sammy and Tamara climbed up near my head. They waited while Blair positioned herself at the entrance to my ass, threw some lube on herself and my crack, and firmly penetrated me I was well open from the morning but it seemed like she went in forever. I expected to see her dildo coming out of my mouth. Maybe Tamara expected that too because she straddled my face and began to ride my mouth. "I hear you're good at this. I am going to ride your tongue all afternoon." I began to lick her already juicy pussy. At this point I saw Sam moving towards the top of my head. I rolled my eyes up as much as possible just in time to see her cunt envelop the strap-on that was attached to the top of my forehead. I lost myself in my work while the women gave themselves multiple orgasms. My cock was rock hard. Between my ass and head being pounded and my struggles to breath around Tammy's pussy it it shouldn't have been much of a turn on for me but I was loving it. Sam and Tamara traded places half-way through. Towards the end Blair finished up and then methodically whacked my cheeks with a paddle until the other two came once more. "Those men have been gone a long time," Tamara said as she climbed off of me. "Maybe they're trying out the new balls," Sam said as she passed everyone's drinks around. "Maybe they are trying out their own balls. They shouldn't be having all the fun. I want to try out this dick,"Blair said. "Jerry said not to let him come," Sam warned. "Fuck Jerry. How would he find out? Besides, he won't come. Bring that other strap-on and let's go." Blair must not know about the security system. She pealed off her outfit and I almost came just from seeing her Amazonian body. Her breasts were firm and her muscles were sleek and tight. She was a warrior. Sam I had already seen before but it was still a thrill seeing her emerge from her red outfit. After all she had done to me I still wanted her. Tamara was the best. I was watching the SI swimsuit show except she was undressing all the way. Her breasts were the best I had ever seen and she had an ass to match. Even in my condition I wanted her so bad. Blair loosened my leg bar so it flopped down on the bed. She stared me down as she straddled my hips and sat on my cock. This was the first pussy I had had since the brief interlude with Sam the previous morning and it was fantastic. A thrill that plucked at my soul. Tamara came up and put the other head-sized strap-on over my mouth and then sat on my face once more. Sam faced her from the top of my head. All three women began bouncing on me. I replayed Blair going cowgirl on me as I caught glimpses of Sam and Tam taking turns fondling and sucking each others breasts as they bobbed up and down on me. My body was in a strange new exciting electric zone. I felt Blair's cunt squeeze and then I heard her orgasm as she shifted into high gear. I felt the electricity zap me and my body took over and I had an orgasm like I never had before as I screamed into the base of the strap-on that covered my mouth. I heard Sammy and Tamara coming too and I felt the cum valiantly trying to push through the elastic bindings to escape my body as my brain shut down for a moment. All three of them switched position and now it was Tammy riding my cock. I had never dreamed of having a woman this beautiful fucking me. Her tits were bobbing up and down as she fucked me fast and hard. Sam and Blair took up positions on either side of my head. Tammy came in no time. Sammy wasted no time mounting me as soon as Tammy was done. She was taking her time, going slow and steady. The other two had taken a break and were sipping their drinks while they fingered their pussies. Sam smiled at me lasciviously, but I thought I saw something more there. "This might take a while," said Blair, "Let's go refill our drinks." As soon as they left the room Sammy came of off me and quickly removed the bands around my cock and balls. I stayed just as hard. She smiled at me and rode me again. I cleared my mind and erased everything after our encounter yesterday morning. I knew I would come fast now. Samantha's stare glazed over and she stifled herself momentarily before exploding into an orgasm. I yelled into the base of the strap-on once more. She let her torso fall down so she engulfed it in her mouth and pushed down on me so we were both muffled. We lay there for a moment. We heard voices and she jumped off of me. "Great set...about ready for our reward...bring them down?" I realized it was the men returning with Tracy. Sam figured it out about the same time. She slipped one of the cock rings back on me and left the other one off, put on a pool robe, and took her drink for a refill. Blair and Tammy returned with their refills before she got out of the door.. "Shall we get him ready for the show?" Blair and Tammy put the frame in front of the large window and then helped me to my feet and secured me to it. I was now in front of the window with a perfect view of the patio before me. They put there bikinis back on and stood beside me. The three men emerged from the house. Jerry closed the door to the house behind him. He stood up and looked at my window while the other two sat down. "Rick, we have a show for you. Mike, Kent and I are going to fuck your whore of a wife over and over again while the slut takes turns sucking our cocks. When we are done with her she will be so full of cum it will be coming out of her ears, nose, and eyes." The two women beside me chuckled. Something snapped inside me right then. It was one thing if Tracy wanted to have sex with other guys in front of me, but being abused by assholes was another. I stored that anger away for later. Jerry turned and sat down as Tracy emerged from the house with a tray of drinks. "Well Tracy, it looks like you were the big loser. Are you ready to pay off your debt and give us our reward?" "I'm looking forward to it. Who goes first?" "We all won two sets each, but Mike won the most games with you so I guess he gets to go first." Tracy stood up and walked over to Mike's chair. She got down on her knees in front of him, looked up at him, and then put her hands on his tennis shorts and unfastened them. She took the zipper down, reached in, and pulled out his hardening cock. It was massive. She looked up at him once more, glanced up in my direction, and then went at Mike with abandon. Sam emerged from the house and watched from the edges. Mike was taking a long time. I could see Kent getting a little anxious. Jerry spoke up. "Sam, Rick deserves a better view. Why don't you help the girls bring him down here." Sam was caught off guard but quickly headed into the house. Blair and Tamara unhitched me from the frame and started working me towards the door. Sam met us before we were out of the room. Something about her looked different. "Let's get him out of those spreaders. We'll never get him down this way." Blair and Tamara released my arms and ankles while Sam got back into her bikini. The thought of bolting flitted into my mind and out again. Blair got ready to cuff my arms behind my back. "Just bring those along. I'll handle him. He's docile." Sam took my elbow and guided me down the stairs and outside. Blair and Tammy followed us. Tracy was still working on Mike. Jerry looked up and smiled at me condescendingly. He almost opened his mouth but then decided it wasn't necessary. "Let's get this show on the road," Jerry said. He stood up and walked up behind Tracy. He pinched one of the strings on her bikini top and slowly tugged on it. When it unraveled Tracy shivered and the top slipped off. Jerry reached around and cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. Mike was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. Jerry took Mike's hands and guided them to Tracy's breasts. He put his hand on the back of Tracy's head and pushed it forcefully down on Mike's cock. I could see Tracy refluxing against Mike's cock. Jerry held her firmly in place. Mike's hands slipped around the back of Tracy's head and displaced Jerry's hand. He pulled her onto him and then began to fuck her mouth hard and fast. Tracy's head was flying around like a crash test dummy. I wanted to step in but knew it would be useless. Sam was looking uncomfortable but doing her best to hide it. The other two women were enjoying the show. Mike let out an enormous roar as his cock exploded. His hands fell off of Tracy's head and she fell back slightly dazed. His cum spurted all over her face and breasts while she sat there recovering. "Come over her slut," said Kent, "It's my turn." I didn't expect Tracy to take that, but she just looked up at Kent groggily and crawled over to him. She was out of it. Kent didn't wait for her. He stood up and pulled his pants off revealing a long hard skinny cock. He sat down and pulled Tracy over to him and guided her head to his cock. "I want to fuck that cunt now", said Mike. He got up and made his way over to Tracy, his cock already raised to half mast. "Let's do her all the way," said Jerry, "Slide underneath her, Mike." Jerry manhandled Tracy up to her knees while Kent held her head in place on his cock. Mike ripped her bikini bottoms off and then lay on the ground face-up with his head under Kent's chair. Jerry pushed Tracy back down again and helped guide her pussy on to Mike's cock. While Mike fucked Tracy from below and she sucked Kent's long cock, Jerry went and got some lube. He took his pants off and lubed himself up before throwing some on Tracy's ass. He got on his knees behind her and forced his way in. Tracy started to lift her head to say something but Kent grabbed it and held it on to his cock. It was tearing me up inside. It was one thing to see her enjoying sex with another man but an entirely different thing to see her basically being gang-raped in all three holes. I took the easier safer way out and just stood there and watched. Blair and Tamara were lounging and sipping their drinks and playing with themselves once again. Sam stood close by emotionless. I hated myself. Cabin Pressure Reflexively, my eyes cycled once again through the other participants and found them all most deeply engaged in the same exercise. Amazingly, all three women were reacting the same way, heads back and mouths open. Under my leadership, the men were apparently scoring points. I was proud, not to mention horny as hell. It was time for a little reward. I pulled my hand free from Val's breast and opened my zipper. Before I could go any further, Val took over and undid my buckle and pants button and freed my cock and balls from my shorts. The damned thing was standing upright like the Statue of Liberty we would soon fly over. I looked around. All three women had performed the same act as Val, and I saw three cocks poised and waiting. All parties were really copying everything Val and I did, to a "T". The Women looked to Val, who reached over, while my hand was still on her pussy, fingers inside and palm on her clit, and slowly wrapped her fingers clear around my shaft and began a slow up and down stroke. Genie, Marie and Patty followed suit. This was bizarre, but beautiful. I worked hard to re-concentrate myself on the task at hand – turning Val on to the point of begging to get laid. My cock was giving orders. The inspiration struck me to rise and stand before her. Doing so, my pants fell to my ankles and my shorts clung to my lower thighs. Val, freed from my work on her pussy, immediately took me into her mouth and began a luxurious montage of tremendous feelings in my brain. Her lips were moist and glided over the head of my dick with just enough friction for a delicious sensation. But when she pushed further, she must have closed her cheeks down somehow for it felt like I was entering a velvet tunnel. All down the sides of my cock I felt the warm smooth touch of her. To my amazement, and sheer pleasure, she pushed once hard, and I felt the head of my cock enter her throat. It was compressed, the slightest touch raspy, just enough to really get it pulsing, and I felt my balls against her chin. It was my turn to let my head drop back, mouth open, and utter a deeply satisfied groan. An after thought hit me and sure enough, upon checking around, I saw that all three other women were doing the same thing. Will, looking over his shoulder at me, actually winked and mouthed silently, "That's a first!" We all enjoyed this action for several minutes. The gagging sounds of the women were muffled at first, as if they were trying to silence themselves, but soon they were making no such stifling attempts. The noises grew so loud out of unrestricted pleasure and effort that I wondered how long it would be before someone in Coach heard us and came to investigate. But that was no longer a concern. I was getting blown professionally at thirty-seven thousand feet, moving five hundred miles an hour across the country. Could it really get any better? Crossing the Country Val milked my cock and balls like they'd never been linked before. It wasn't long before the first signs of impending eruption arose. A rumbling began deep in my balls, a threatening explosion with a clear course to a finale that could not be mistaken. I put my hands to the sides of Val's head and whispered, "I won't be able to take much more of that." She nodded her head up and down as if to agree, but then put her hands behind my ass and pulled me in even tighter. She'd hold her breath and suck me down for a few seconds, bounce me back an inch or so out of her throat and leave me there for a moment, while she took a few breaths, then pull me back in with her hands on my ass. I'd never had this kind of action before and I was mesmerized, as well as swelling beyond any size I could ever remember. I looked back at the attendants and they were totally immersed in similar action, though Genie was on her knees before her standing man. Accommodations. It was obvious she was doing her absolute damndest to follow the lead Val. She gagged more, but persevered. She wasn't quite as deep in her penetrations, or as long in holding him down, but I saw the look out of the corner of her eye at Val. The student winked at her teacher in pride. These women! What did they have going? Tony was in heaven. Marie too was looking and winking occasionally at Val, but she took to sucking cock like a milk machine on a cow's teats. She was relentless. She was easily taking Tony's cock down her throat, holding it for seemingly endless time, then pushing it back out, only to take a single deep breath and pull him back in again. And again, she winked at Val. And again, these women had something on us men that we'd probably never understand, but forever crave. I looked back toward Patty and Will. Will was flying high in more ways than one. I couldn't see their union, hidden by Will's ass between me and Patty's head, but I could sure hear the aggressive gagging and the slap of skin each time Will's balls slammed up against Patty's chin. It was as if they'd both discovered something new and craved all they could get of the experience lest they may never have the opportunity again.. They were relentless, and I admired Will's staying power with all that action. And my staying power was at an end. Val sensed this and pulled me in hard. When the first shot did not yet materialize, she pushed me back, took a breath, and began a series of about ten quick plunges on my cock, pulling me all the way in, then pushing me back so only the head of my dick remained warm and wet in her mouth. She repeated the sequence, faster and faster, until she sensed, correctly this time, that I was beyond the point of no return. She pulled me hard and deep back down her throat. My world rolled. I felt no gravity. I knew nothing of the place we were. My eyes closed and I saw lightening crossing my "sky." A rumbling in my loins became a volcano of sperm erupting into some warm and wanton place. I shot the biggest blast I think I've ever managed. It flew way up into my "sky." Bolts of lightening followed it. We were floating. Another blast erupted. Something pulled on my ass, something soft but demanding. I was being swallowed whole. I felt a twirling motion, like the beginnings of a whirlpool, pulling me round and round, slowly sucking me in. I moaned so loud and long it should have brought a throng of rescuers from Coach, but all it brought was similar cries from three other guys in first. We were putty, being molded, reshaped, twisted and twirled by a tornado controlling our cocks. We gave ourselves to the moment, to the women – there was nothing they could have asked and we would not have given. Life was so good. Ten minutes later, we were all exhausted, lying back our seats. Even the attendants had taken the two empty seats behind Tony and Marie and flopped down, used up. There was no sound, just breathing, long, deep, oxygenated lungs full of life giving air. Finally, I heard Will say breathlessly to Patty, "I never knew you could do that." Patty said, "Neither did I." Will said, almost with a tinge of guilt, "I don't, I don't know what to say. I never came that hard in my life. I hope..." I looked around through the seats and saw her put a finger to his lips and say, "Don't worry. I loved it, much to my amazement, I loved it. I don't think I ever felt so, what I am I trying to say, so in touch with you. You were part of me. It was like when we are making love, but different somehow." Will said, "I've got to take that new client in LA. And you are coming on every flight." They chuckled together, then hugged only like two deeply in love lovers can. Over Will's shoulder, Patty winked yet again at Val, who I saw when I turned quickly, winked right back. Just what the hell is it with these women? The flight attendants were first to rise, and one by one, all eight of us began taking a little personal time in the can, freshening up ourselves or our seats, exchanging a little small talk, and acting more and more like average passengers, if commiserating flight attendants and First Class passengers who've just conducted an orgy can do such a thing. It was more like a house party – not a swingers party because there was not the slightest indication swapping was in the wind – but a party all the same. Tony and Marie were fresh out of school and on a training junket for their new company, a rich foundation that had wooed their high grades and wealthy background names. They laughed at the hypocrisy of it all and marveled at the world they were entering. I didn't have the heart to tell them what they'd done on this flight might never be done again. In such a short time, they'd become like family. I'm sure I wasn't alone in feeling a protective instinct over them, if not an admiration for their worldly naivety too. This young couple, totally at ease with each other's bodies and yet totally uninvolved emotionally, were icons of the next generation to take the business world by storm. I made a mental note to study up and prepare myself for a whole new set of challenges in marketing our boats to their clan. Patty and Will were from Bean Town, a lawyer and a teacher, what a combination – educate and adjudicate. Recently married for love instead of hormones, as in both their first marriages, they found themselves hell bent on not letting a marriage go stagnant again, and they'd promised each other that all the marbles were on the table at all times, no inhibitions permitted. Given their recent performance, I'd say they were bloody true to their wishes. They'd probably last a hundred years. The flight attendants were friends, more like the youngun's than the rest of us. They frequently found themselves on the same crew, and when they did the trips went much faster. I can't imagine why. They were from California, but laying over in New York for a couple days. Hot Air Turbulence Val wriggled over to me and pushed me back onto my ass, though not on the seat. I found my butt plastered to the center console, leaving me high and dry. Slowly, and deliberately, all the time smiling and staring into my eyes, she loosened my pants and shirt. Once all were peeled back or lying at my feet, she hiked up her skirt, all the way to her waist, and climbed up on the seats. She stood above me, stooped over by the overhead racks, and slowly bent her knees to let herself down on me. Now I knew why she had me sitting on the console. She was able to straddle me and kneel on my seat and hers, placing her pussy right at the top of my pulsing erect dick. As she lowered herself further, I felt her fiery wet pussy envelope me, swallowing my manhood with her wetness and heat. I watched her face. She, too, was loving every second and inhaling deeply at each additional inch she took in. Judging from the sounds of it, the others were following suit once again. I was sure the moans and groans were going to draw attention from Coach, but at this point I cared no more than anyone else. This was shaping up as a phenomenal fuck. As her body approached mine, we kissed. She stuck her tongue down my throat seemingly as far as she was impaling herself on my shaft. I pulled her head to mine with pressure on the back of it, my other hand slinking up inside her sweater. The moment came when we were totally connected. I was buried to the hilt in her pussy, and my hand was mauling her tits. She had a hand on either side of my head and her tongue down my throat. We rumbled against each other, as if there were some way we could make more contact, take each other deeper. My cock pulsed inside her like a steam engine. I took my hand from behind her head and ran it down her back, over her ass and down her crack. With just a little effort, and a slight adjustment by Val to help, I was able to reach her tunnels with my fingers. She shivered once when my index and middle fingers posted themselves at the openings of her pussy and ass. I left her in suspense for a little longer, forcing her to increase the tempo on my cock. And then I pushed through in both holes at once. My middle finger joined my cock in her gushing pussy, and my index surged through her sphincter and entered her ass.. "Ohhhhhhhhhh..." She moaned so comfortably the others all looked. I could see the youngun's and saw Tony immediately reposition his right hand under Marie's ass. The copy cat process was alive and well. Judging from the additional groans joining ours, the others had all kept in step. We moaned and groaned and rubbed against each other like this for some time. As we worked, my fingers found the length and opportunity to venture deeper and deeper into her holes. I could even feel her clit rubbing on my pubic bone and each time it did, Val moaned and rubbed it harder. I knew I was going to outlast Val this time. I had the newfound stamina of a second erection. I had her pinned to my pubic bone at her clit. I had her impaled on my cock, and a finger augmenting the sensations in both her pussy and ass. She was slaved to our moves and about to explode. I couldn't wait. I heard Patty behind us blow first. She even stifled a scream when she remembered where she was, though it did little to cover her excitement. Will must have been getting the ride of his life for the noise of their movements was serious stuff and threatening to our privacy in First Class. Marie went second, followed quickly by Genie, but Val held out. I was getting worried I might not be up to the task, or that there might be something wrong, when she suddenly slammed her head into the seat back beside my left ear and squeezed her thighs against mine like an Amazon snake. She plastered her mouth up to my ear and stifled as best she could what would have otherwise have been screams of orgasm. Under the circumstances, she confined herself to gasping calls for me to fuck her brains out. I had no choice but to make every attempt to please her, did I? We racked our bodies against each other for what seemed like an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes of orgasms. She was insatiable and yet gloriously satisfied with wave after wave of jolting orgasmic eruptions. I felt a kind of joy go through me just being part of the cause of such relief, such animal passion, and before I knew it, I was erupting right up her vaginal abyss with an even greater spewage than before. And Val loved it. She rocked on me with abandon, still in the throws of orgasm and playing instigator of mine at the same time. We were exhausted when we finally came back to thirty-seven thousand feet. Cleared to Land We slept. I felt sorry for the flight attendants, for they had to keep awake. It was after all, their job. I'd like to say I dreamt all about sex with Val beside me, but I simply lost all consciousness, probably in exhaustion, and slept for the first time on a plane. What a difference some sex can make in one's day, or night. We awoke when the lights came on, and the cheery voice of our gal Genie asked, "Hot towel?" When I was able to focus, I saw our flight attendant leaning over with a pair of tongs holding a steaming white hand towel for Val. She stirred, then took the towel with a smile she had to work to make. I took one too, but smiled up brightly at the pretty woman's face. Genie was highly sexy in her rumpled blouse and uniform skirt with the wrinkles. I wanted to slide a hand up her thigh. It was right there. Nothing was stopping me. She would probably not mind at all. How the hell could I be eyeballing another challenge already! I'd just had some of the greatest sex in my life, and just an hour or two later I was hunting again. I was incorrigible, but I wanted her badly. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Morning. This is Captain Lassiter. I hope you had a relaxing flight. I'm sorry to wake you up, but we are entering New York City airspace and will be on the ground in less than fifteen minutes, just under a half hour early. We have tail winds to thank for that..." He went on about thanking us for using his airline but I hear little of it. I was eyeballing the flight attendant when I heard in my left ear, "Maybe she'd join us tonight." I turned to see Val running her tongue around her mouth. This was not over yet. Hot Damn! I looked right and saw both kids looking back, Marie performing the same motion as Val. Then I looked back at Patty and Will, and though a bit reluctantly, Patty finally rolled her tongue around sexily too. The plane landed softly and we all readied to depart. First Class, first off. There were more perks to riding First Class. I would never pay for them out of my own pocket, but if employers or clients were ready to foot the bill, who am I to judge? As we left the plane before anyone in Coach, Val handed out her card. Even I got one. Not even looking at it, I stuffed it in my shirt pocket to keep my hands free for carryon's. As we walked out the jet-way and eventually into the maze of JFK, we split up. Knowing winks and smiles were passed, and I thought it a bit surprising, not to mention sad, how fast everyone disappeared. Val was met by a driver I presume, he was wearing a black suit and wore a hat and somehow had gotten through security to meet her at the plane. Particularly noticeable was her complete ignoring of me from the first step we took off the plane. "Oh well," I thought, "It sure was good while it lasted." I cherished the soreness between my legs and told myself once again to never forget a single moment of that flight. Patty and Will waved and Patty even threw me a kiss. Tony and Marie were long gone, out-stepping everyone in their eager efforts to get to the City. And of course, Genie and Brad had work still to do before they could leave the plane. I stood there alone, watching the last steps of people I had shared the ultimate experience with, and they disappeared as if none of it had ever happened. With a mix of sadness and exhilaration I had never experienced before, I began to trudge off to the taxi that would take me home to my Upper West Side apartment. It wasn't until I watched JFK disappearing behind us on the Van Wyck Expressway that I remembered Val's card in my shirt. I pulled it out to shift it to my wallet. On the front, it said, "Valerie Fitzgerald." Nothing else. The card was thick, obviously a premium stock. I wondered why the hell she had cards with just her name on them. Then it hit me – she was Valerie Fitzgerald, wife of Jacob Fitzgerald, mega developer, political election maker, crème de la crème society leader and philanthropist. No wonder Val was so horny, she probably never even saw the guy he was so busy. Well, I thought, my gain, his loss. If only her card had a phone number. I walked by a trash can and was about to flick the card away when I noticed something written on the other side. It read, "Cum one, cum all tonight..." And a room number at the Ritz Carlton. It may have landed, and disembarked, but this flight was not over.