Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 18:07:30 -0700
From: eaeiii@att.net
Subject: Vacation-35

Yes, it was Monday morning.  John, my roommate, and I had missed the Sunday
morning flight back to DFW to connect with our flight back to school up
north.

I had been fucked, sucked and stimulated beyond anything I had ever
imagined during my four days with John's family.  I had found out that
hands, toes, asses and mouths were sexual organs in addition to just my
plain old seven inch cock and the balls that supported it in its lust.

I had fucked strangers and fucked in public.  I had fucked on the beach, in
a department store window, on a table in a bar, on the beach, beside a
pool, and countless other times.  What an unfuckingbelievable Thanksgiving
vacation.

Now it was time to head to the airport to catch our flight.

John and I still had our suitcases from Sunday morning in Bob's car.  After
we had pried Bob and his cock from one of the twin's asses, and pried the
twins' mother's mouth off Bob's balls, we headed out for the car.

Ben stopped me and gave me a slip of paper with his cell phone number on
it.  We talked for a few minutes.  It turned out he was a tourist from
Germany, and wanted to visit us later in his tour.

I gave him our number at the dorm in Minnesota.

We agreed to contact each other within the next few weeks.

All three of us, Bob, John and me, piled into the front seat of the car for
the trip to the airport.  I was sitting in the middle.

Turning to Bob, I said "That was a really hot scene when we came out of the
bathroom and watched you fucking one of the twins with Patty sucking on
your balls."

"Yeah," he replied.  "I fucked each of them twice while you three were in
the bathroom."

I got hard just thinking about it.  It made me want to stay, but I knew I
had to get back to school.

Bob drove into the small airport parking lot.  He got out of the car and
accompanied us into the terminal.

John and I checked our bags to Minneapolis at the curb, and got our
boarding passes.

Waiting at the gate, I couldn't resist putting my arm up around Bob's
shoulders and giving him a big hug.

"I am really glad I met you," I confessed to him.

"I'm glad you feel that way." He replied.  "What's the agenda for
Christmas?"

"I hadn't thought about it," I hesitated.  "Maybe you can come join me and
my family for Christmas"

"I'd like that," Bob retorted.

"I think it might not be as wild a time as we had here," I said.

"Who knows?  Call me and let me know."  Bob suggested.

With that I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him on the lips right
there in the airport waiting area.

When we separated I looked around to see if anyone had noticed our kiss.
Except for a twenty-two-or-so flight attendant standing by the door, no one
had paid any attention to us.  She was cute.

Our flight was called.  Bob and John gave each other a brotherly hug.  I
could tell that John wanted a kiss too, but he just couldn't bring himself
to do it in the airport.

Bob seemed to be cool with anything.

John and I got on the puddle jumper flight for DFW.  There were about
twelve seats.

We settled into our assigned seats, right next to each other.  Looking
around, there was no one else on the plane.  Typical!

"I suppose we have this flight to ourselves," I remarked.

"Not quite."  I heard.

Turning, I saw the twenty-two-or-so flight attendant who had watched me
kiss Bob.

We exchanged smiles as the captain started the engines.

We listened to the canned speech by the captain, and then the flight
attendant started her speech, using the cabin intercom.

"Hi, I'm Wanda, and I'll be your flight attendant for this journey."

We were told all the usual stuff - what to do if we were going to land on
an aircraft carrier, what to do if America evaporated, what to do if there
was an atomic explosion on our airplane.  Bullshit.

When she was finished with the canned speech about crashing into
Mt. Rushmore, we were lifting off the ground.

Putting the intercom mike back in its holder she walked back to the two of
us and asked, "Coffee, tea, or me?"

I thought they only said that in books, but I guess I was wrong.

"I'd love to have a piece of you," I replied from my aisle seat.  "My
seatback is in its usual upright position, and I am too."

Smiling, she pulled up her short skirt to reveal a lovely pussy with light
blonde hair surrounding it.  Her crotch was unencumbered with underwear.

"Would you like to snack on this?" she asked.

There wasn't much to talk about, so I buried my face in her crotch and my
tongue worked its way up her pussy.

I felt Wanda lift her leg off the floor and put it on my seat to give me
full access to her golden pussy.

"How about you, big boy?" I heard her say to John.

I felt John rise and move across my legs to the aisle.  Soon my chin was
bumping onto John's as our tongues hit each other occasionally.  He was
rimming her ass as deeply as I was tonguing her pussy.

"Both of you stand," Wanda commanded.

Who was I to argue?  I stood.

Before my knees even locked she had my zipper down and was pulling my cock
out.  John took about a second longer to stand, and she had his cock in her
hand a second later.

"Let's do some serious fucking," she said.

It took me less than another second to ram my raging organ to the hilt into
her well-lubricated pussy.  I had lubricated that pussy with my tongue.

John impaled her up her lubricated ass.  He had lubricated it with his
tongue.

With her skirt around her waist, Wanda lifted her feet from the floor of
the cabin as the two of us crammed our rabid cocks up her juicy fuck holes.

In the throes of passion, we had no idea that our humping was causing the
little plane to bounce around in the air.  The captain, however, did notice
that his plane was bouncing around in the air.  He sent the co-pilot back
to investigate.

The co-pilot, a slim Italian-looking slim guy, came out of the cockpit and
saw what the problem was immediately.

I heard him say to the captain, "I'll have to go check this out."  He
closed the cockpit door.

John and I were having too much fun to stop what we were doing for some
airline bureaucrat.  We continued to pound our cocks into Wanda.

The co-pilot took a few steps toward us, and then Wanda noticed him.

"Get up on the chair," she ordered, nodding at the seat in front of us.

The co-pilot, apparently had been here before, and stood on the seat in
front of my while he unzipped his fly.

His olive-colored nine inches began to harden as he pulled his pants below
his knees and bent forward because of the low ceiling height.  I could see
he had massive amounts of black hair around his cock.  I'd bet there was a
lush jungle of it up on his chest.

Wanda leaned toward his cock and took it straight down her throat while
John and I continued to pound into her ass and pussy.

I leaned toward the co-pilot and began to work his balls with my tongue.

John moved a hand up to the co-pilot's ass and began to insert a finger.
The co-pilot turned his body, and John had access to his ass with his
tongue.

All of us came to orgasm at once, with the co-pilot spurting his strings of
cum down Wanda's throat.  My juice spurted up her cunt as John's spurted up
her ass.

As our passions subsided, we heard a "ding".

The pilot's voice came on the intercom and announced, "We are making our
final approach to DFW Airport.  Will the co-pilot please return to the
cabin?"

Pulling her skirt down, Wanda exchanged the co-pilot's cum with each of us
and grabbed the mike for the intercom.

We were instructed to have our seatbacks in the "Full and upright
position".  I was full, and almost upright, but that had nothing to do with
my seatback.

Wanda clamped herself into her jump seat, and we made our collision with
the Earth on a runway at DFW.

Exiting the plane, Wanda gave each of us a set of golden wings.  "Welcome
to the mile high club," she said.

The pilot and co-pilot were standing at their "Well-wisher" spot behind the
cabin door.

"I hope you enjoyed our flight," I said to the co-pilot.

He grinned, and then straightened his face after a nasty look from the
pilot.

John and I walked across the tarmac to find the gate for our flight to
Minneapolis.


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