0 comments/ 29474 views/ 3 favorites Amazon Flight: Three Treats 4 Gabe By: jusduit ============================== Being a pilot, I had fun with this story, and took liberties that in no way reflect on the great profession and sport of flying. There is adventure here, some kink, a real story and of course some good sex. If you are looking for sex only, save this one for a rainy day in front of a fire. I welcome feedback and will respond to any with return addresses. Remember, if you don’t add your address, it comes to me as “anonymous”. Thanks so much for your time and comments. =============================== Gabe waited. He looked again at his watch and wondered if his passengers would arrive in time. His orders from “Flight” were to land at the busy, mostly charter and corporate Teterboro Airport just north and west of New York City, and “Pick up three for Hanscom Field, a similar use airfield just north and west of Boston. It was a simple trip in a Piper Saratoga, a six seat, single engine aircraft, and should take no more than an hour and a half, door to door. If the small air charter company had no more work for him tonight, he’d visit a few old haunts in the city then find a motel if he didn’t score and sleep with someone special. Last night in New York City, after a ferry job of two executives to Pittsburgh and back, was about as hot as they come. The two guys were so happy with their business results, and the banter with their pilot during the two comfortable flights, they had invited Gabe to join them for dinner at the Waldorf. Somehow, on a trip to the men’s room, he’d lucked out and stepped on the toe of a petite little brunette and a conversation developed out of profuse apologies. In the end, and that’s where this hot little number liked it most, she’d invited him up to her room and fucked him silly with every hole, juice and trick she could muster. All he could think of while waiting for his next fare in the Teterboro airport was how lucky he’d been, and how he’d likely never have luck like that again. The only hitch with the delayed passengers, and the reason to hurry, was that the weather was deteriorating up that way. A nor’easter was rolling in off the sea and that meant wind, rain, fog and a very uncomfortable ride. The “Toga” was oxygen equipped, but not pressurized, and having passengers don masks was not exactly an attractive prospect. They would remain below twelve thousand feet, probably a lot lower than that. Last night went through his mind while he waited. The rich little wench had been on a shopping spree in the City while her husband was on business overseas from their Washington, DC home. Once he’d broken free of the two exec’s who couldn’t seem to wink enough times at his luck, he’d taken the elevator to her floor and knocked on her door. She answered the knock and opened the door for him to see her in a classic, white laced teddy, strapped to hold up a pair of matching white stockings. Her high spiked heels and a pair of lush lips gave her a look that said, “Insert here.” He stepped inside, or was pulled in, and she held nothing back from their very first contact. Within minutes, she had her panties off and his big dick right up her ass. She kept telling him all the time to fuck her like the slut she was, like her husband failed to do. She couldn’t get enough. Gabe accommodated her every wish and of course never complained. She had an agenda from the start and he was there for her every step and plunge and drop of the way. Eventually she tired and fell asleep directly under him, face down on the king sized bed. She looked incredibly tantalizing still, lying there with that same look on her face, but with the words more aggressively stating, “Fuck me, now, anywhere!” He took her name and address from her driver’s license and made a mental note to call her sometime during the day, hopefully when her hubby was at work. You never know when their paths might cross again. He looked impatiently once again at the front door of the Teterboro General Aviation building for a group of three people. On this occasion, his timing was perfect as the door opened, and three very broad shouldered, very tall women entered the waiting area as if on cue. They marched rather than walked into the center of the big room, their boots clicking in unison on the marble floor. All three were long haired, one each blond, redhead and brunette, all well over six feet tall, and all with accentuated facial features that told anyone within a hundred feet that they were different, and probably not to be messed with. They looked like fighters! Each carried a large duffle bag over their shoulder, like G.I.’s, all of those bright blue and yellow and similarly emblazoned with logo’s, a color scheme that matched their sweat suit uniforms. Gabe’s heart skipped a beat before realizing they could not be his party. They were so big and his plane was so small! The weight limit alone might be a problem. The headroom issue would surely be a problem, and that would have meant serious complaints back to the home office. He sighed with relief when they journeyed over to the counter and not toward him. His relief was dashed however, when the clerk immediately pointed his finger directly at Gabe. The twenty-eight year old pilot was five feet, eight inches tall, weighing one seventy-five only because he worked out religiously between flight assignments in gyms and paths through forests around the country. He loved to run, climb and swim as much as he loved to learn new machines and master them. He worked his mind furiously as the huge women approached. These monsters could be his match. “Can I help you guys, uh, ladies?” He asked unconsciously, then regretting the mistake, not to mention dreading the answer. He saw the words “Wrestling” in the mix of color proclamations and logo’s on their tops, along with substantial orbs protruding against the loose cotton material. The women looked at each other in a moment of shock at the little man’s insolence, but decided without signal that they would let the mistake slide. They needed to get to Boston tonight and this was evidently the transportation arranged for them. The redhead asked in a gravely voice, “Green Air?” They stopped in front of him, but not more than a few inches away, and with one on each side forming a “U” he felt suddenly anxious to back out of, especially with the speaker’s finger pinned on the charter company’s emblem on his chest. “Three Treats.” She added. “Gabe Wellman.” He put his hand out to her, while panicking for this was the name he’d been assigned to fetch. Now he knew what the hell it meant. “Pilot.” He looked up and scanned the faces of all three of them and suddenly remembered walking among the redwoods in California. “You’re the ‘Treats’?” He saw the dreaded answer coming from her mouth like a wave crashing on his beach. Not a damn thing he could do to stop it. With a loud whoosh, it clapped down on him with a resounding, two syllable, “DUH-UH.” She wouldn’t let go of his hand. He pleaded with his eyes, but the redhead had him in a vice, while she smiled at her friends towering either side of him. “So, Little Man. Where’s our chariot?” The women smiled conspiratorially. Besides having picked up a new nick name, Little Man, he wanted to ask them their weights, but could scarcely get the courage up to give them the bad news. Hmmm, maybe if they saw how small the plane was. He wanted to offer to carry one or more of their bags, but they seemed to be glued to the women’s shoulders. Finally, he backed out the only exit they left him and muttered, “Uh, this way.” They followed him through the building and out on the ramp. As he passed the front desk, he looked pleadingly at the agent, but got no more than a smile and roll of the eyes in return. They arrived moments later at the Saratoga and suddenly his courage returned. He did love to fly. He did an about face and with the little plane behind him acting as backup, and said, “As you can see, I was not informed of the, uh, requirements and as a result I have insufficient equipment here for you to….” “How much fuel on board?” The redhead demanded, walking over and examining the prop as if she knew to look for nicks on its leading edges. Gabe, off balance by the request and inspection, simply looked back at her, dumb and stupid. “How much fuel!” The words were a demand now. She stooped down to look under the aircraft. “Little over half, why?” He didn’t know what else to say. “We’ll manage. Let’s go ladies.” She signaled the others to follow her to the wing where they climbed up on the designated path and entered the small cabin through the passenger seat door. Gabe saw the plane dip under the weight of each as they stepped up and somehow managed to get their huge frames inside the aircraft. Before he could stop them, they were all on board, their bags strapped into the two aft seats, and talking up a storm as if Gabe weren’t even on the same planet. He walked around to the pilot’s side of the plane and stepped up on a similar marked strip to stick his head through the pilot’s door and announce, “Ladies, this is a Piper Saratoga and it has a weight limit of…” “Gabie!” Redhead, sitting in the passenger seat, stopped him mid sentence. “Between us all, you are looking at a combined weight of less than four average men, though I don’t see any around, do you?” She mimed a scan of the horizon, overlooking Gabe, and her friends chuckled with her antics. “This plane might be a bit light on your side, but otherwise within weight limits and balanced. Now get your skinny little ass in here and take us to Hanscom Field before the weather closes in.” She didn’t yell. She didn’t have to. Her voice resonated like that of a drill instructor and she was obviously used to being obeyed. Five minutes later, his stomach in his chest, the pilot lifted the small bird off the ground at Teterboro and breathed for the first time since run up. The plane handled normally, and they were flying without any indication of trouble. The bird was balanced and there were no signs of stress in the controls or the instruments. He allowed himself a moment to breathe and smile in relief. This brought back last night again, and that was not good. “Hey! You gonna answer that? Or you want me to?” The words came through his headset, not from the dream. “What?” He fumbled on the “stick” and pressed the intercom’s “talk” button, “What?” “I said, Little Man, are you going to answer that call?” Gabe looked to his right and saw the redhead was speaking into her headset mounted mic. She had put the set on while he was busy taking off and watching what he was supposed to be watching. The call came again, “Piper three, four, victor, Teterboro. Do you copy?” It was the tower. “Three four victor copy contact control on one, two, two point three Good day.” He’d heard the call and didn’t even know it. The tower’s transmission had been entering his ears but not making sense in his mind until he’d been disturbed. He looked at the redhead and said over the intercom, “Thanks….” “Thanks for what, Little Man?” She looked at her friends again and back at the pilot. “You weren’t here. I don’t know where the hell you were, but you weren’t here! You aren’t still worried about weights and balance, are you? You want me to take over?” She reached for the stick, actually two vertical hand grips with several buttons and control of the flying surfaces for the aircraft. The woman knew too much about flying. Only someone in the field would use such language. He had to think about what to say to her, but he didn’t have to think about contacting Air Traffic Control. He switched radio frequencies, scanning all the rest of his instruments as he did every minute or so, and arranged to pick up on his flight plan to Hanscom Field. Then he called for weather in the area and found that it was deteriorating sooner than expected. They weren’t going to make Hanscom Field before Boston was socked in. When he looked at the redhead, she was already turned in her seat and discussing something with her friends. They were using the noise of the aircraft to hide their conversation. Suddenly she turned to face him, punched the intercom button on her duplicate steering system and demanded, “What?!” He looked at her forlornly and began, “The weather is closing in….” “We’re going anyway.” His jaw fell open and he was for the moment speechless. Not only had she heard his weather report, she had already discussed it with her friends and come to a conclusion only he was authorized come to. He looked back forward and said, “Like hell we are!” Nobody was taking control of his airplane. Gabe looked at the new chart display on his console. Punching various keys he was able to plot a course to Danbury airport a few dozen miles ahead. They would pull in there and the monsters would just have to take a freaking bus. He keyed his mic to call the tower at Danbury. “Wait!” The hand on his forearm was gentle, even warm. He looked at the redhead and held the transmit button a moment longer. “I’m sorry.” The redhead said, batting her eyes like a woman might do. “We can get a bit, well, pushy. It’s our business. Sometimes we get a little carried away.” She and the others laughed at something private. “Listen. I have a few hours in the left seat. Sometimes it goes to my head. Part of the image too. We, uh, are kind of used to getting what we want.” She smiled and pushed her chest out as a symbol of her size, or source of her power. This tightened the sweat shirt dramatically. Gabe’s eyes could not miss the huge melons pushing out in the stretched blue and yellow fabric. The size point was made already, but this brought new meaning to the issue. “Listen, the sweater, I mean the weather’s closing in. You heard the report. We’ll set it down in Danbury and wait it out, or you can take public transportation.” Despite their sudden softness, he still wanted out of this airplane in a hurry. These broads were dangerous. The redhead said, “Okay, whatever you say. I’m sorry for coming on so strong, what was your name, Gabe?” She didn’t wait for his nod. “It’s just nature of the beast, so to speak.” She and the others chuckled. “The weather’s still a long way off, so why not keep going until we get closer to Boston, okay? We promise to be good, and when you say land, we land.” She held up three fingers and the two in the back laughed loudly at a private joke. Gabe scanned his instruments as if he weren’t listening. Then he nodded without looking at her. She squealed her delight and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. She pulled back suddenly when she felt the hard muscles in his neck. The redhead turned and twisted her face in appreciation to her friends. “He’s got neck!” She turned to the pilot with a new found appreciation. “I’m Candy,” She said with a smile. “I’m Cookie!” The brunette chimed in cheerfully from behind. “And I’m Kisses!” The blonde was nearly ecstatic. Then they all said, “And we’re You’re Three Treats!” They laughed. Gabe forced a smile but was still wary of the powerful women beside and behind him. If any of them became agitated, there’d be no way he could control them and the aircraft at the same time. He decided to try and keep them calm and just get through the flight. “I’m Gabe, and I’m the One Pilot!” They were silent for a moment, then laughing aloud like men. The blonde sounded off, “Three Treats for Gabe!” They laughed some more. The title “Little Man” had mysteriously disappeared from Candy’s vocabulary. Danbury passed under the starboard wing while the women continued to chat. Every now and then, one would ask Gabe a question to try to draw him out, only to be answered by a raised hand and a sudden radio call he would have to make. They tolerated his aloofness and chatted on. The Hartford airport was next to pass by, this also to starboard, and the first signs of a cloud cover to the east became visible. The daylight was furnished by the sun, setting in still clear air behind. He scanned the horizon for signs of trouble and saw only Candy’s large breasts, or at least that was all that registered. Had someone else been sitting there, perhaps he’d have seen trouble coming and avoided it. Then again, if someone else was sitting there, he’d have already had them all safe on the ground in Danbury or Hartford. The next possibility was Worcester, Mass. Candy, the redhead, saw him looking back and forth from the clouds on the horizon and the chart display on the console and knew what he was thinking. “Can’t we just go for it? We’re almost there and we have such an important meeting in Boston tonight. We don’t mind some turbulence.” She was pleading now, a sizable switch from earlier demeanor. The two women in the rear didn’t seem to agree with her assessment, but said nothing. He looked at her, then back at Cookie and Kisses and laughed at the absurdity of it all. Their names alone were enough to disarm the angriest of men. “What are you guys, anyway? Cheerleaders?” Candy was grateful for the chance to distract him from a decision, “We’re wrestlers!” “Wrestlers!” He smiled and muttered, “Bunch of phonies…” “What!” Candy had heard him. “I said, uh, ‘Crunch some bonies,” He fumbled the words, fighting the fear of three, big angry women in the small cabin. Candy sat back, holding her temper. “You better watch yourself Mister. Any one of us could drop you like a stone.” Then she caught herself and added, “But we are naturally very nice girls, aren’t we girls?” She looked aft. The others nodded and Kisses said, “Oh yes! We are very nice girls.” She reached forward between the seats and laid her hand down on Gabe’s groin, closing her massive mitt on his genitals. The grip was firm, but not yet painful. He smiled tentatively, looked at Candy and back at the horizon forward. “I’ll push on a bit more, maybe to Worcester. It’s not a bad run from there to the City.” The grip relaxed and the hand withdrew, allowing Gabe to let out a breath. Then he eyed the high cloud ceiling that they had somehow crawled under while he was worrying about other things. The first bolt of lightening was completely unexpected. The forecast contained no mention of electrical activity in the approaching storm. This had to have come from something else, perhaps heat in conjunction with moisture aloft. Suddenly the world went bright white, and then dark. They were in the clouds. Gabe checked his instruments instinctively and saw all was well, except that he was off course nearly ninety degrees to the south. He turned the aircraft back north of east and checked around the cabin to be sure all his passengers were okay. By the time he turned back to the front, the horizon and all signs of everything else in the world were gone. The light of day had turned to near complete darkness, and the world they’d flown in for the last fourty minutes had suddenly been replaced by one of angry clouds, ominous encroaching darkness and suddenly wind with turbulence. “Tighten all safety belts!” He said without looking at his passengers. “Check ‘em out!” He commanded Candy in the passenger seat, while he was busy shifting to instrument flight and readying to call Control for a change in flight plan. The next bolt of lightening struck the plane. The aircraft went dead silent in the few seconds it took for the engine to spin down. He feathered the prop. Someone screamed in the rear seats. The engine was dead. All lights in the cabin were dead. He thought about the previous instrument reading that he was off course. That was probably wrong too and now they were headed due north. He began to set the glide path. Gabe felt the controls fighting him and realized Candy had grabbed the yoke. He assessed the aircraft’s status as quickly as he could but just getting the aircraft into glide configuration was impossible with her fighting him. He instinctively grappled the stick in Candy’s panic for a moment but realized there was no way to regain control of the aircraft against her. He looked at her and in the dim light and saw her determined, blank stare. They would break the controls before she would let go. The plane began to turn. Gabe realized if he didn’t get control back soon… Amazon Flight: Three Treats 4 Gabe He looked incredulously at the woman then the dark instruments. Though the airplane was electronically dead, its mechanical control surfaces still worked. They had been at five thousand feet before the strike and didn’t have much time. At five hundred feet per minute descent, and the ground over two thousand feet above sea level, they had precious little time to get level, let alone find a place to land. There was nothing but dark below. “Fly the airplane,” Kept running through his mind. He made his decision to take a two step approach to regaining command of his airplane. “Candy!” He was firm but not yelling as he put a hand on her shoulder trying to calm her. A little bit of knowledge could be a dangerous thing, and she with her few hours in the left seat were making that point clearly. He tried twice more to break her deep rooted spell and when she wouldn’t come to, he went to step two. With his right arm, he swung across the confined space between them and crashed his forearm into her chest above her breasts. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but to break her free of the controls. She hardly budged. Then he came down even harder on her forearms with his own and though they didn’t come free of the wheel, her head turned toward Gabe. “Candy,” He leaned into her and said calmly but firmly, “Candy, let go of the stick.” She looked blankly into his eyes, hers more resembling the dead than the panicked. “Candy!” He yelled now, “Let go of the stick!?” She said nothing, but her hands dropped from the controls. Gabe saw just enough of lights from the approaching ground to know they were just starting a spin and he managed to stop it before one full revolution. Once he had the aircraft stable and level again he trimmed up for maximum glide and began scanning the instruments and darkened horizon. They were below the clouds, but somewhere up in the mountains. He had no idea which direction was which, nor how to fly the dead aircraft back to visibility. As if in conspiracy to make matters worse, the last bit of light was quickly passing with the setting sun behind thickening clouds. Gabe realized as his eyes became accustomed to the dark that he could still see a couple of his mechanical instruments. The turn and bank indicator and the airspeed were still operating. He scanned the exterior and saw only a couple lights, nothing that resembled a road, but they gave him additional perspective. It was hopeless. The engine was dead, the instruments were dead, it was nearly pitch dark and they were going down in a mountainous, wooded area somewhere between Hartford and Worcester, Massachusetts. If they were lucky, they’d hit a mountain square and die instantly. “Okay, listen up.” There was crying in the rear, and Candy was still in a zombie state. He had to try to talk to them anyway, even if only for his own distraction until the end came up and took them. “Grab those bags behind you, Cookie!” He looked to see if she was listening. She was looking at him anyway, while holding the crying Kisses in her lap. “Each of you take your bag and hold it in front of, now!” He watched as Cookie slowly turned around and unfastened the bags in the seats behind her. She passed one to Candy and she took it in a robotic state. Gabe helped to push it up in front of her and position her arms to hold it. The first thing was to protect her head from hitting the console, so he managed to help maneuver the bag up high. As Gabe continued to talk to them, his real concentration was on flying the airplane. “We’re gonna land this plane and you guys are gonna owe me my three treats!” The night was swallowing them up. Had it not been for the circumstance of impending death, he would have marveled at the wonderful solitude of gliding in the dark. Many images were passing through his mind when he suddenly saw a dim light off to his right, and then the first tree came screaming silently right at him. “Gabe! Gabe!” The voice was loud, high pitched. His shoulder was moving, but he wasn’t doing it. Then his other shoulder was moving. His head hurt. He smelled fumes, fuel! “Gabe!” “What!” His head swung around and he yelled, beginning to wake up. The airplane! They were still in it. The smell of LL100 aircraft fuel was thick. “Get out! Get out!” He pushed Candy away and she undid the latch on her door. Gabe looked around behind him and cringed in pain from his head down. The other two were staring at him from around their bags. He looked again at Candy and saw she was out of the aircraft, but some how only her upper torso remained in the doorway. Impossible! That would mean her body was gone, or she was implanted in the wing! He looked around out his side and realized both wings were gone. They’d sheered off somehow, and then there was an explosion somewhere behind them. They’d threaded the needle! They’d somehow managed to land between tree trunks, sheering off wings and fuel lines as they were slowed to a stop. It was all very clear now. They’d lived. “Get out!” He yelled again as he undid his latch and climbed out. He found himself in a great deal of pain, but standing at a similar height to Candy who was looking back at him as if for more instructions. “Help her!” He indicated Cookie as he pushed his seatback forward to let Kisses out his side. Once they were clear of the aircraft, he told them all to move off to the side, away from the flames and any trace of spilled fuel. He pulled their bags and his logs and threw them all their way, then joined them before the flames caught the fuselage and the other wing. They watched in awe, somewhat spellbound as the little aircraft went up in fire and smoke in just a few minutes. Then the fuel exhausted and the place went dark once again. Silence enveloped them and they simply stood there, watching a few small, smoldering fires of plastic and rubber, slowly burning themselves out. “Is everyone okay?” Gabe stepped around the three big woman, touching and tugging them to see if they reacted at all. Candy said, “I am so sorry!” She put her hands to her face and began to cry. “It’s okay, Candy. You have nothing to be sorry for! We’re safe! The lightening got us. Nothing you did!” It might have gone entirely differently, but it didn’t, so why let her beat herself up. “Come on. I think I saw a light close by.” He had to distract them, keep shock from having a chance. The walk did them all good. It gave them a chance to see that their bodies were still intact and to reflect on the fact that they had just survived a plane crash and were very much alive. Gabe felt the familiar saltiness of blood flowing down his face, but the rate had diminished from when he’d first noticed it and he wasn’t too concerned. He’d wiped a hand on his trousers and taken one of Candy’s to lead her toward where he thought the light was. The others formed a chain, as much for peace of mind as for safety. They stumbled on as a human chain for more than ten minutes, before Gabe began to realize they simply had no way of knowing direction or distance. He’d been directing their travel based on the position of the plane and the debris that had sheered off as they somehow threaded through the trees, the path still gaving him shivers as they followed it. But their direction might just as easily have changed before impact. He was about to give up and tell his passengers so, when the dim light appeared up ahead. The women, though still in a state of shock, were laughing with relief by the time they all stumbled up on the rickety porch. Candy smacked her hand on the door three times. The cabin shook under the onslaught. “What is it with three’s with you guys?” Gabe asked. No one looked at him. They were all too busy waiting for the door to open. It didn’t. Candy slammed the door again, this time breaking the flimsy latch and pushing it in. They all froze. Not another sound came from the cabin. The single light bulb beside the door was all that illuminated the place, and little of that light was getting inside. Silence only confirmed there was no one home. Gabe reached in to flick a light switch but found none. Then the porch light dimmed a few lumens. It didn’t go out and Gabe said, “Battery. Probably solar. It’s about done.” He wished he’d thought to grab the flashlight from the plane before it incinerated. He wished he’d held his ground on not flying this far too. He wished he’d landed at Danbury too. He turned around and was blocked by three very big bodies looming over him in what remained of the faint porch light. Then he remembered his pocket knife had one of those little red lasers on it. He fished around and found it, and aimed it at each of the women’s upper bodies, not wanting to damage any retina’s with the harmful beam. He poked and proded bodies to make sure he heard no squeals. Candy asked, “Getting fresh, Little Man?” The words were there, but without the earlier sting. Gabe ignored her and entered the cabin. His light didn’t project more than a few feet, so he was little better off than a blind man scoping the place out and finding what they had. “Looks like a hunting cabin.” He walked the perimeter with the laser light aimed ahead. “Bunks over here, half a dozen it seems. Fireplace, maybe cooking here.” He stumbled and took a moment to steady himself, “Table and chairs.” He soon found himself back in front of the women. “That’s it. Hunting cabin. My guess? Solar battery. Panel on the roof. Each day it charges, and each night it burns a light until it’s dead.” The next bolt of lightening struck, illuminating the interior of the cabin. All three women saw the same thing at once, the three bunk beds stacked to the right, the three more right angled to them, the fireplace with its cooking utensils in a stand nearby, and the rough hewn table and six stick built chairs. Rustic was a euphemism. “Where’s the phone?” Maybe it was the tension flowing from his body, the reality of surviving a blind crash, his passengers all relatively unharmed. Maybe it was the frustration of surviving, but not having the slightest idea where he was. Whatever it was, Gabe laughed loudly. For some reason the absurd question struck his funny bone. Candy, the redhead asked, “Are you still with us?” He looked at each of the women and suggested, “We’ll bunk here for the night, and find our way out in the morning.” The three women remained where they were, staring at the shadow of their pilot. Gabe said, “Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I wasn’t laughing at anything more than the absurdity of finding a phone here. This is a hunting cabin. Look at the dust.” He aimed his laser at the floor, barely illuminating his foot prints. “This place hasn’t been used in months, maybe years. We could be twenty miles from anywhere, and I don’t know what direction is what. Mountains all around, no food, no water, no plane!” He couldn’t help but add, “I don’t think we’re in Danbury anymore.” He saw Kisses shove her useless cell phone back in her bag. “Things aren’t all bad. You ladies just survived a night time crash in the mountains in a small plane. Christ! You walked away from it!” He started to turn but added, “Think of the publicity!” He rolled his eyes and turned back into the cabin. “He’s right.” Candy said resignedly. “This is my fault. I pushed him into it. He warned us. I should have known better.” Gabe turned back at them. “If any of this is someone’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the pilot. That storm came in faster than anyone predicted, but that’s no excuse. I apologize, but damnit, I know enough to be grateful too! We’re alive and unhurt!” Another blast of lightening struck nearby and this time the three women were looking at Gabe while he spoke. The horror that flashed back at them caught them all off guard. “You’re bleeding! Bad” Kisses was all over him in an instant. She shuffled him into the cabin and toward where they saw the table. Feeling her way, and aided by the occasional flash, she managed to get him into a chair. “Water! Where’s the water?” Gabe said, “Easy there. There’s no water here. A stream or a well nearby maybe, but there’s no plumbing in this box.” Kisses opened her bag and grabbed Gabe’s knife with the light. A light flashed and the roof suddenly exploded in sound. All three women jumped clear off the floor in fear. The sound continued like a train passing close by, and then more lightening lit the cabin up. “There’s your water, ladies, along with a little thunder.” The rain crashed into the tin roof like the staccato of a fire fight, and yet had a calming effect on all three women. Candy had two bottles of water in her bag that Gabe insisted they save for drinking, but the women all insisted on using them to clean Gabe’s wound. Candy got a fire going in the fireplace, nearly choking them all in smoke before Gabe reminded her to open the flue. They laughed it off while Cookie became remarkably fastidious and found a broom and a few other things with which to clean and straighten the place. Kisses continued to work on Gabe’s head and face and clean him up. Gradually, the tension in their tightly honed bodies ebbed. “Dashboard?” Kisses asked as she dabbed at the long gash across the top of his forehead. “Console.” Gabe said and smiled. “Console,” She repeated smiling back. “You were right about those bags, weren’t you?” The others in the cabin listened to the conversation. He’d most definitely saved them from injury like his own. They lived off their faces, along with the rest of their bodies. He’d saved their jobs too. They were sitting in a cabin in the mountains with a warm fire, friends and even a little entertainment from a stranger. The alternative, had the stranger failed them, suddenly loomed large in comparison. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle on the tin roof and the fire lit the room sufficiently to get around. The other two women came back to the table and sat and watched as Kisses finished up her nursing. “I’ll tell you what I think, ladies.” Kisses said as she bent over his head once more. “I think Little Man here deserves an apology. Anyone agree?” Candy was the first to speak. “Sorry Gabe. I don’t know what happened up there. I just froze.” “Don’t worry about it,” Gabe said. “Now I know it’s true.” Candy’s temper flared before her senses, “What’s true, Mister!” “It happens to the best of them.” It took a moment for the subtle compliment to sink in. She felt like a fool. Gabe added, “I hope I didn’t hurt you when I…” That was too much. They all laughed. Candy wrapped him on the shoulder and he winced with pain. Every muscle in his body ached. “Oh! Damn! Sorry.” She dusted off his shirt as if to relieve the pain and laughed. “Don’t know our own strength sometimes!” Kisses continued to treat the cut on Gabe’s head and didn’t look at her friend while she said, “Oh I don’t know. Looked to me like he put you down up there.” Candy looked at Cookie for support and all she got was, “Don’t look at me! I much prefer his flying to yours!” Gabe asked, “How many hours do you have?” Candy was grateful for the distraction, “Fifty-two.” “Ticket yet?” Gabe asked. “No. Damnit. I keep failing the flight test.” She paused, then added, “It’s a stupid test.” She pouted. Cookie said, “Yeah, like the driver’s test. Stupid.” She looked at her friend and put a hand on her shoulder and said, “Baby, you stick to beatin’ the shit outta people. You do that best.” They laughed. Gabe said, “You don’t have a driver’s license either?” They laughed some more and Gabe spoke again. “Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” Candy was so used to being fought instead of defended she was speechless. They joked some more and had a good time while nerves finally relaxed. Gabe finally waved Kisses’ hand off and said, “That’s enough, I’m sure. It doesn’t hurt at all.” He lied and stood up. “Thanks, I needed that.” They smiled at him, barely taller than them sitting. His shirt was torn and Candy was the first to notice the washboard on his stomach. “Whoa!” She reached up and tried to span his bicep with her fingers. She couldn’t. “This little guy’s got something in there!” She peeled his shirt open and looked in, then pushed and poked his body in a number of places. “Wow! We’re sitting on a little case of dyn-oh-mite! Gabe! You’ve been holding out on us!” Gabe shied and tried to change the subject but by now the others joined in and were poking for soft spots. None were found. Kisses said, “What was that about the best things in small packages?” “Those are diamonds, honey,” Cookie said. “Seems we are talking about explosives here. Did I hear someone say we are stuck here for the night?” Gabe moved to throw another log on the fire, as if the roaring blaze needed it. The cabin was suddenly far too warm. “Well I do believe our little hero is shy!” Candy rose to stand by the door. Cookie rose too and took a position across the room by the bunks. Kisses simply faced Gabe, spread her knees with a leg up on a chair and smiled, “Why I believe you are right, Candy Dear. Look at him blush!” “Why yes! I believe you’re right! Ladies? What do you think? Body slam?” Gabe was suddenly, very uncomfortable. These three biggest women he’d ever seen up close, wrestlers on the circuit one and all, were talking about taking him down like some fall guy in the ring. Phony or not, he’d seen enough body slams to know that on this hard, wood floor he would be a broken man on the first contact. He inched back toward the fireplace, looking around for an escape route. “Hmm.. I’d like to slam that body all right,” Said Kisses, shaking out her long blond hair. “Oh, I don’t know,” Said Cookie, “I can see him in a grapevine on one of those bunks over there.” Gabe looked at the bunks and knew they’d fare no better than he under such punishment. Candy came back with yet another suggested position, and the teasing continued. The more creative they got with terminology, the more at ease Gabe got, thinking it was all just a show. Finally Candy stepped into the middle of the floor and bent at the waist and knees. She was in some kind of ready position. “Come, Little Man. Candy has a Treat for you.” Cheers and jeers from the other two filled the cabin as Candy maneuvered around in the light of the flames. Gabe chuckled as if to break the tension, but the others continued to egg him on. After a few more catcalls, Candy added some rapid movements to her motion, some in the form of direct taunts with her hands to get the pilot to react. When she began smacking him on the arm, he stiffened. Candy danced around him a bit more and continued to reach out and poke and pull on him. When Gabe felt the pain of some of the pokes begin to get to him, he cautioned himself not to react, but it didn’t work. Eventually, on one particularly strong prodding, he charged the big woman. Candy laughed, but that was about all he could remember. Suddenly he saw the room fly, arms and legs in places where they shouldn’t be, and the unnatural loss of gravity. His next sane moment found him lying on a mattress on the floor, with Candy straddling his hips. “I’m the pilot now, Gabe.” Candy said softly with a smile, “You just sit back and relax and take your rewards for saving our asses like a man. Okay?” She ripped the remainder of his shirt open and let her hands glide over his muscular chest. “Ouuu.. you HAVE been working out.” She leaned down and kissed the light hair between his nipples. Cookie walked over to them with another mattress and laid it next to the first, and Kisses followed with a third on the other side. They formed a platform about the span of a king sized bed and Gabe looked up just in time to see the others stripping down. His next intake of breath was probably his largest ever. Both Cookie and Kisses towered above him with their bulging muscles reflecting the light of the flames. Their bodies were still moist from the walk out of the woods and glistened in the flickering fire. If anything could pull his eyes from their bulging muscles, it was their bulging tits. Amazon Flight: Three Treats 4 Gabe They were magnificent, statuesque with their hands on their hips and grins on their faces. And when they each took a step toward him, he could see the dark areas between their legs and he inhaled deeply. They knelt beside his head. Cookie asked, “How we gonna do this girls?” Candy stood, took off her sweat suit, heavy bra and thong and squatted right back down again though hesitating just above Gabe’s hips. She reached down and unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His shorts followed and all three women whistled in awe. Candy was first to speak, “Why Gabie, for such a Little Man, you sure have a big guy on your team!” She dropped her ass onto his knees and dove her head down to suck as much of his fat, nine inch cock into her mouth as she could. She moaned in appreciation of this new found asset on her pilot. The little guy was just full of surprises! The other two ladies were suddenly envious. They looked across at each other, before Kisses frowned and said, “Candy’s got all the candy!” Cookie added, “As usual.” In the dim glow of the flames, she grinned and said, “Hmmm… maybe, maybe not. Here.” She motioned Kisses over the top of Gabe’s head and pushed her down on his face. Kisses’ gasped at the touch of Gabe’s tongue on her slit. Cookie rose to her feet, kicked a leg over Gabe’s mid section and between her team members. This brought her groin-to-face with Kisses and she asked, “Kisses want a cookie?” Her giggle was soon replaced by a gasp similar to Kisses’ as the blonde’s tongue found her clit. Gabe couldn’t believe the wonderful turmoil going on around him. Was this what it was like to survive a plane wreck? Someone, presumably Candy, was giving his cock a workout he couldn’t believe. Kisses was rubbing her pussy on his mouth in a way that told him just how excited she was with his attention. And somehow, Cookie must have been getting her fair piece too, for she finally shut up except for some cooing and heavy breathing. The four of them rocked on with few words and plenty of “ahh’s” and “ohhhh’s”. The cabin floor sounded like it was moaning too, under the pressure. Gabe figured there was something like seven hundred pounds concentrated in one small area, but that was not his biggest cause for alarm. The women were picking up their pace of gyration, bouncing up and down, and that meant additional forces. Each time Kisses for instance, raised up and then pounced down on his face, a welcome move in any circumstance, she put probably two of her “G’s” worth of force on the floor. In her case alone, that meant more than three hundred pounds of pressure, even if it only lasted an instant. If four of them happened to drop at once, there could be as much as three quarters of a ton concentrated on one small area of a very rickety old cabin’s floor. Even as he thought about this, the whole cabin seemed to move with their growing enthusiasm. Candy was humping Gabe’s knee, rubbing her glistening slit hard against the bone. The pilot helped by raising it in concert with her motions. She would lean down and suck in his cock to the hilt, jamming it down her throat as far as she could, and then fall back with her pussy landing hard his knee and sliding back and forth. Kisses couldn’t believe her luck, having the pilot’s tongue in her pussy and her mouth buried between Cookie’s legs. The scent in the cabin had changed from smoke and campfire to vaginal aroma and sweat, and she was close as anyone to one such source of bliss. Cookie held Kisses’ head in her snatch and humped back up at her face. The sensation of pulling her clit from the heavily suctioned mouth of her friend was almost beyond tolerance, but she moaned and continued on, her big tits flapping in unison. Here free hand managed her nipples and pulled and stretched at all appropriate moments. Gabe was the first to show indications of approaching climax. His balls, now in Candy’s caring hands, tightened and loosened a few times. She smiled her lips around his shaft and fondled the delicate little orbs, coaxing their productivity along. Finally, as she felt him coming close, she mumbled around his dick, “Pin time.” Gabe could only guess what she meant, based on his approaching eruption. He began humping his cock up at the big woman’s face and reveled in the freedom of his soon to be exploding balls. Kisses rubbed her cunt on his face and he sucked her lips then her clit inside his mouth as if they were the last thing on earth to eat. And Cookie began gyrating her hips and fucking Kisses’ face like a bull impaling a cow. Somehow, Gabe managed to get a hand free and up to Cookie’s ass. His other found Kisses’ crack and together the fingers and thumbs of each found assholes and pussies to penetrate. Both women began bouncing in climax. Candy saw all this lust and aggressively humped Gabe’s knee, moaning, even shouting at his engorged cock. Gabe felt the first gush of hot liquid cum burst up and down Candy’s throat. Kisses was gyrating so much on his face he wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear her let out a howl of pleasure as his tongue darted up and into her slippery hole, scooping up fluid and drawing back down his throat. And finally, satisfied his entire manifest was in the throws of satisfaction, he let himself go and like a volcano shot load after load up into Candy’s mouth. The four of them were hopping and humping the last of their orgasms, their bodies becoming one, working together like a well oiled machine, when the floor finally gave way and they fell with a loud crack, to the dirt below. Fortunately the distance the fell was less than a foot. All three women were at once asking Gabe if he was okay. After all, they did land squarely on him. “That’s two crashes in one flight.” Gabe’s breath gushed out and he went limp on the floor with perhaps his biggest smile ever. Smiling, they hovered over him like mothers over their young. Candy fondled his cock and balls and Kisses gave him her name sake all over his face and head. Cookie laughed first as she kneeled down in exhaustion and held their new lover’s hands to her swollen breasts. The humor of the moment was contagious and soon all four were bursting at the seams. The rain continued and the fire roared as they laughed, played and finally slept in a heap on another part of the cabin floor. The sound of rotor blades woke them all with a start. Gabe was lying with his head on Candy’s stomach, a most comfortable pillow indeed. Candy was in turn lying on her back with her head to the side between Kisses thighs, inches from the object of much night time sucking. Kisses was lying on her side, and had her head similarly between Cookie’s thighs, and Cookie was no longer resting her head on Gabe’s thighs, but sucking gently on his balls. “What the hell is that!” She exclaimed. “Rotor wash. I think we’ve been rescued.” Gabe’s voice betrayed his disappointment. “Tell ‘em to go away!” Kisses muttered around the vulva in her face. “Echo that!” Candy chimed similarly. Just then the unlatched door burst open and a strange being entered. It was dressed in orange and wearing a helmet with a dark glass visor. The muffled voice shouted, “Holeeeeee Sheeeee-it!” The women laughed and much to Gabe’s surprise, leaned into their previous targets and grabbed one more feel or suck or lick before making the slightest move to get up. The alien simply froze in the door. When they were all up, Gabe was framed between and in front of the women, his dick quickly falling from grace. The rescuer continued to stare. Candy in her usual mode of leader, stepped forward until she towered above the new arrival, almost as much as she did above Gabe. With one hand on the back of the alien’s helmet, she lifted his visor with the other. She leaned over, turned her head aside and gave him a deep, penetrating kiss on the lips. She looked back at her friends and said, “Mmmmm, I like these little guys!” Then she turned back to the alien and said, “Be a dear, will you honey? Wait outside? We’ll be out soon enough.” She turned the stunned man around and gently kicked his ass out the door. “Treats for you later.”