Louise lay back on the seat and hiked her legs up so that one was on my shoulder and one on Bob's. Her secret center was totally exposed and glistening in the afternoon sun. My, my, how delicious!
Louise's next trick came from her camera bag. It turned out not to contain a camera, or even a roll of film, just a long, studded vibrator. With her cunt wide open and very moist, Louise turned on her toy. She dipped it into her opening as her two pilots took turns gazing. I looked at Bob and made a signal to him to go for it.
He turned in his chair and began running his fingers down Louise's legs. She enjoyed the stroking to accompany her electric friend. The purring of the dildo matched her own. Bob kept petting, and eventually made it to her breasts. Her nipples were standing up like runway beacons, and Bob was soon busy tweaking them between his fingers.
Louise was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. She would slip the vibrator in as far as it would go, then slowly remove it and rub her clit. Her eyes were glazed when she removed her toy and tugged Bob's head into her lap. Bob wasted no time licking his way from her knees to her musky slit.
Bob discovered that he could hold his head practically still, his tongue spread over her juicy opening, and the movement of the plane turned him into a vibrator. After a little of this they were both longing to fly united.
It took Bob a few minutes to slip out of his clothes and into the rear with Louise. She positioned herself on her knees and leaned up over Bob's front seat. Bob was sitting in Louise's seat, setting his sights on one very wet pussy. I don't know if he was moving into her or vice versa, but they melted together rapidly.
The whole time this was going on I was doing my best to steer the plane while watching the whole operation in the mirror. It was a constant battle to remind myself to look out the windscreen from time to time instead of at the sexy action behind me. My voyeuristic adventure had my dick screaming to get out of my pants.
Louise realized my difficulty and asked if I would like some attention. I carefully dropped my shorts, and she eagerly dropped her head down into my lap. That meant she had to squeeze herself between the two front seats, an impressive feat. Louise had her pussy churning away on Bob's stiff shaft, and her mouth full of my cock. That's when I learned about the special added effect the engine vibration had on any physical contact. We were all ready to blow in no time. First came Bob. He gushed his burning incense into Louise. That set her off and resulted in her sucking harder on my dick. The increased suction, combined with a little light turbulence, finished me off, and she had soon drained my member of every drop.
Despite the multiple orgasms, none of us stopped our motions. Bob kept dipping and Louise kept sucking. She had gotten what she wanted, and yet she wanted more. It was my turn in back. Bob and I changed places, and he took up my practice of spending four-fifths of his time staring in the mirror, with only occasional glances out the front for safety.
Louise used her luscious lips to return my dick to its rampant state. Looking me directly in the eyes, she said, “One fuck is fine, but two is my type of screw.” We leaned both the rear seats back flat, and I leaned her horizontal onto her back. With a mighty thrust, I grabbed both her legs and slid in. Bob and Louise had produced a lot of juice, and I was ready to add to the mixture. As we glided together and apart, Louise alternated between screaming and gasping for breath.
Seeking to improve the action he was witnessing, Bob tapped me on the shoulder and handed me Louise's vibrator. I smiled, turned that hummer on and applied the tip directly to the point where our bodies joined. She clapped in enjoyment, saying, “That's it, that's it!” That certainly was it, and I let go a voluminous rush of juice. Spray after spray poured into her. She hollered, “Oh, my!” which I thought was pretty funny. I wasn't laughing, though, when her pussy tightened around my dick, pulling more squirts from me and causing her to have a massive O of her own.
Our flight was nearly two hours old. We had traveled a little over a hundred miles. A hundred miles of nonstop fucking. Sometime during my time with Louise, Bob had gotten us turned around and headed for home. We never did get our clothes back on before we approached our home airport.
As we came in for a landing, Louise was busy pumping our dicks with her hands. Bob and I have made better landings, but we got the plane on the ground. As we coasted toward the hangar we realized that Louise was determined to draw one last load from each of us. I wonder what the view was like from the air controller's tower. Anyway, Louise got her wish and swallowed her souvenirs.
Louise appreciated the chance to fly in a small plane. She said, “A jet will never be the same.” Bob and I told her that no flying would ever be the same.—A.J., Atlanta, Georgia
Pursuit & Capture
EX-CON'S ATTENTIONS TURN LONELY GAL INTO A PRISONER OF LOVE
When my best friend Amanda invited me to visit her at her home in sunny Florida, I decided to take a much-needed vacation. I had broken up with my boyfriend at the beginning of the year. Without anyone to take care of my sexual needs, I was so horny all the time that I couldn't concentrate on anything for very long. I needed a change of pace.
I called Amanda to make arrangements for my visit. She mentioned that her brother-in-law Evan, who had just been released from prison after a seven-year stint, was staying with them until he got back on his feet. I had met Evan some years earlier, and I flashed on a mental picture of him. As I recalled, he was quite a stud. Although I played it cool on the phone, the thought of scratching my ever-present itch with a guy who'd been starving for pussy for the last seven years really sparked my interest.
When I arrived at her home in my rented convertible, Amanda was real glad to see me. We spent some time gossiping and catching up on the latest news. She told me that her husband had been unexpectedly called away on business and wouldn't be back for a few days.
Then Evan came home. He was looking hotter than ever. He had evidently worked out a lot while in prison, as he was in excellent shape. I flirted with Evan for a while and teased him about prison life, asking him whose bitch he'd been. He responded good-naturedly, assuring me he was still all man.
Amanda and I decided to go out and paint the town red. We proceeded to barhop until the wee hours. When we got home, Amanda realized she had forgotten her house keys, so we were locked out. We had to wake up Evan, who was sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room, to let us in.
I was feeling as horny as ever, so I figured there wasn't any point in wasting any more time. I changed into a sheer black robe and went back out to the living room. Evan, who was still awake, seemed pleased to see me.
Trying to be quiet and discreet, I simply pointed at Evan, rubbed my wet box and tilted my head toward the guest room where I was staying. He didn't need any more encouragement to bring his rock-hard, sex-starved cock into my room so he could prove to me he hadn't been anyone's bitch in prison.
My pussy was eager to provide the tightness and wetness he'd missed all those years. I must have needed a truly wild lover too, because after one night with Evan I couldn't get enough of him. The next day I talked him into joining me on a road trip to New Orleans.
Speeding down the highway, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. Evan wanted to hear my most intimate sexual fantasy, so I told him the one about being sent to an all-male prison due to some legal error, and having my fill of all those desperate, tattooed inmates. I thought he might cream his skintight jeans when he heard it! He told me to stick my fingers into my wet pussy and let him taste my sweet juice. He pronounced it delicious.
Things were getting frantic as we cruised along at ninety. Evan wanted me to come so badly, he jammed his right hand down my spandex shorts while he drove with his left. I did a bump and grind on Evan's fingers as we tore down the highway. No doubt the truck drivers we passed got an eyeful. Evan worked me into a frenzy, rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb and sliding his strong fingers deep into my dripping pussy. I exploded before we crossed the state line.
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s Evan licked my juice off his fingers, I leaned over and freed his throbbing cock. I licked and sucked and nibbled on his beautiful shaft. He kept saying that we had to get a hotel room so he could fuck me properly.
We finally pulled into a rest area so we could give free rein to our passions without worrying that we'd cause an accident. A busload of retirees milled around the rest area, but neither of us cared. Evan pulled up alongside the most isolated picnic table and gave me his boyish, yet hardened, grin. I simply couldn't resist. Although several people could see what was going on, I kneeled down and sucked Evan off. He moaned and shuddered as he exploded in orgasm. As we got back into the car, he swore he wouldn't make it to the state line if he didn't get a chance to fuck me.
My anticipation had been growing by the mile, so we didn't go too far before we stopped at a hotel. We decided that we needed to sustain ourselves for the bedroom festivities, so we dressed for dinner. Wanting to keep Evan on his toes, I wore a skintight denim dress and panties.
After we were seated at a cozy corner table in the hotel's dining room, I gently picked up his right hand and started to kiss his palms and suck on his fingers while staring passionately into his eyes. When the waiter came to take our order, I pulled Evan's hand under the table and onto my bare thigh. While Evan did his best to place our order, I slowly slid his hand up my silky inner thigh and placed it on my steaming box. The mixture of surprise and delight on his face was one I'll never forget. After a dinner of rather obvious, frantic groping, Evan suggested his own special recipe for dessert. He didn't have to ask twice.
My most incredible memory of that trip is lying spread-eagle on the bed while Evan straddled me, his throbbing harpoon aimed toward my frantic pussy. But instead of the incredible fucking I desperately wanted, he decided to tease me for a while. He gently licked every inch of my body until I thought I would die. It was the most erotic sense of frustration I'd ever experienced.
When Evan stiffened his tongue and buried his face between my legs, I felt as if a volcano was erupting inside me. As my lava flowed, Evan had an eruption of his own. His hot come spurted high into the air. I begged him to give me a taste, but he just laughed and rammed his pulsating, still-hard cock between my legs. He fucked me so thoroughly and completely, I knew I would never be the same. Sex with Evan was so much better than the mediocre sex I'd been having with guys back home.
When you visit New Orleans, you're supposed to remember jazz bands, Cajun food and Bourbon Street, but my memories of the city only include the most incredible sex of my life. Evan, though, has a more permanent reminder of that road trip. Now my sexy face and curvaceous body are immortalized in living color on his right shoulder. That's one tattoo I'll make sure he never regrets.—P.N., Mobile, Alabama
AFTER SEVEN YEARS, MELODY FINDS A MAN WHO'S SINGING HER TUNE
I live in a small town in Arizona, and although I have dated a variety of women during my life, I have never met a woman like the one I'm about to describe. Her name is Melody.
I work for a telecommunications company as a telephone repairman, and during the course of a day I visit many private residences and business offices. The view is great when you're making a house call and the lady of the house isn't wearing much, or when you're under a desk fixing a phone line while tan, shapely legs are passing by.
On one particularly slow day, I was in the office looking over some work orders and trying to decide which one I would fulfill that day. Suddenly this goddess walked in. She strode up to the service counter and leaned over, resting her arms on the counter, which caused her T-shirt to dip down and reveal a glimpse of her tits. I couldn't tell if she did this intentionally to get my attention, or if it was purely accidental. From where I was standing, though, the view was terrific.
I headed toward the service counter and asked this vision of beauty if I could help her. When she opened her mouth to reply, out came a voice that was softer than a bird's call. Her frizzy, shoulder-length, light brown hair was tied back. Her brown eyes were inquisitive, as if she were searching for something. Her skin was smooth, and her lips were full. She had large hands, with long fingers and red-painted nails.
She asked me how she could arrange to have her home, which was located in a somewhat remote area, wired for phone service. I told her she needed to fill out an application for telephone service, and that I would personally take care of her request. What a way to get her name and address!
A few days later I went out to Melody's house and proceeded to hook up the telephone service she'd requested. After the installation was complete, I asked her if I could see her again sometime. She replied that it was a possibility.
After letting a few days pass, I called her at her new number. She invited me to her house for dinner that evening. When I arrived at six, she was still busy at the stove making the final dinner preparations. After we ate, we talked for a while about ourselves. We soon realized we had a lot in common. It seemed as if we were meant for each other.
During our conversation, Melody mentioned that she had been divorced for almost seven years and had not been involved with anyone during that time. I thought it would be fun to fuck someone who hadn't made love for so long.
At long last I leaned over to kiss her good night. At first her response was hesitant. We kissed again, and this time I took her in a full embrace. She slid her tongue into my mouth, then sucked on my tongue.
As we continued kissing and tonguing each other, I reached up and placed my right hand on her left breast. She let out a sigh and pressed her lips harder against mine. I caressed her breast gently. It fit right into my hand. I reached around and grabbed her ass-cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. When I did this, she ground her pussy against my cock. Reaching down, she massaged my cock through my pants with an up-and-down motion. No doubt she could feel how hard I was. Then she led me to her bedroom.
She sat me on her four-poster bed. I watched as she took off her shoes and socks. She pulled off her T-shirt in one quick motion, and her dark areolas were visible through her lacy, low-cut bra. I removed my shirt and pulled down my pants, exposing my hard cock.
Lying on the bed, I watched as she unbuckled her belt, un-snapped the snap, unzipped the zipper and pulled her pants down. Her breasts looked like they were trying to pop out of her bra. Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her bra and removed it. Her breasts were beautiful. She then bent over to remove her panties. Her dark pussy hair was neatly trimmed. She was slim and her tits were full and firm. They stood up proudly, protruding forward. She climbed onto the bed and lay on top of me. We continued kissing as I massaged her tits. Finally I reached down between her legs to see if her pussy was wet and ready.
I rubbed her cunt with my fingers, moving them back and forth until she began to breathe more heavily. Repositioning herself, she put her hand on my cock and very slowly began to lick the head of it. Then she took it into her mouth and began to suck gently. She kept a firm grip on the base of my cock, holding it in place so that she could continue licking and sucking it. She slid her fingers down to my balls and played with them as if they were marbles.
I lay supine, watching her suck my cock as if she were sucking a lollipop. I reached over to massage her tits as I slowly thrust my hips up and down. She moved up to kiss me, and we rolled over, leaving me on top. I began to squeeze her mounds and suck her nipples, which were now about the size of the tip of my little finger.
I slid down her breasts to her stomach, licking and kissing her all the way, until I reached her love-mound. Her cunt hair was soft, and as I spread her legs I ran my tongue along her cunt lips and rubbed my nose in her pubic hair. I spread apart her cunt lips, slid my tongue into her groove and slowly licked upward. When I reached her clit, I began to suck on it while working my tongue over it in a circular motion. With her eyes closed she moaned, placed her hands on her breasts and licked her lips. I reached up to move her hands from her chest. I began to massage and squeeze her tits while simultaneously licking her pussy.
> Soon my face was as wet as her cunt. I slid up her body and guided my love-rod toward her mound of damp pubic hair. Her pussy was soaked. She grabbed my cock and guided me into her tunnel of love. As I entered her cunt, she let out a gasp and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
I slowly began to fuck her with in-and-out thrusts until she was fully lubricated and the sliding action was rhythmically smooth. I looked down so I could watch my rod slide in and out of her. She spread her legs wide apart so that I could watch all the action. Her breasts would jiggle whenever I began to thrust harder.
When I looked up at Melody again, I saw that the color of her eyes had turned from brown to green. I guessed this meant, “Go!” so I began to thrust even harder. She grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her on every downstroke. We kissed and squeezed each other tightly while we continued to hump and pump with everything we had.
I was close to orgasm, and I guess Melody could sense that. She pressed her legs tightly together and began to writhe and pump her hips upward until she came. As I exploded inside her, she let out a cry that I thought the whole neighborhood would hear.
We were both sweating profusely and clinging to one another, so we didn't cool down quickly. While we were both panting and gasping for air, Melody kept her pussy gripped tightly around my cock. She would gently contract her muscles every now and then to get the remaining drops of semen out of my cock. This was the first time I had ever been milked for everything I had. As we lay on the bed next to each other, I told her she was the best I'd ever had.
I asked her if I could take a shower, and she said she'd join me. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. We both got into the shower. After I washed myself off, I helped her wash her back. I lathered her up with soap and ran my hands over her breasts and between her legs. We both got steamed up again, and soon were ready for round two.
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