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Young boy traveling solo grows up
If I had my way I believe I would ask pants designers to invent a way for teenager boys like me to hide their hard horny dicks so female personages could not become aware of them. I often wonder if those people even know the fact that guys who are sixteen like me can develop a hardon at the least bit of stimulating arousal.

Speaking of arousal, why that ass…er woman standing in line in front of me at the airline check-in counter was so erotically stimulating my dick had come to full attention at the first sight of her! By the fit of her yellow summer clothing I knew her to be shapely and sexy. I had little experience guessing ladies’ ages, but I would say this one might be around double my own age. A fact I had read somewhere in time popped into my mind; a male reaches his sexual peak at sixteen while a female reaches hers at thirty two. Hmm, “Very interesting,” I would say.

Yes, very interesting indeed, I was thinking as I stepped forward not realizing the line had stalled. The full length of my hardened, unyielding dick settled itself into the soft, submissive crack of the very ass my eyes had been so enthralled with! Adding insult to injury, the woman behind me, unmindfully ran into me causing my stiffened male appendage to grind into the unsuspecting lady’s derriere split! Just when I thought I could stand no more embarrassment, the lady swiveled her head around to glance at me. Her one-eye stare seemed to study my blushing face intently. Satisfied I was harmless, I suppose, she began to turn back then stopped and, dear god help me, she smiled and winked!

She winked? What the hell did she mean by that? My answer came, not as spoken words, but as an almost imperceptible wiggling action. The pliant halves of her cracked ass cocooned my dick much like a bun might hold a wienie. This bun, or bum wriggled against the pants-covered flesh of my erection so subtly only I was aware of it. And man-oh-man, was I ever aware! I did not think it possible, but my penile flesh grew in length and swelled in girth! Good god, I had never been so turned on horny in my life!

Whether or not this lady was actually doing it or not, I didn’t know, but to my teen mind it seemed to feel as if the cheeks of her ass were actually squeezing and massaging the elongated dick sandwiched between them. Although I suppose I was still a boy, I certainly had enough maturity of age to realize my male member couldn’t grow any more in either length or breadth without exploding all over the place. As if realizing my dilemma, and perhaps not caring, the lady backed against my body even more firmly and then ass-squeezed my dick with several strong clutches.

Just as my testicle seeds began jumping around like popcorn popping in a hot, greasy skillet and my seminal fluids bubbled and boiled, the cockteasing lady pulled away from me and rejoined the already moving line.

We boarded and I located my middle seat and settled my ass for the long journey to SeaTac. The pushy old lady that had been behind me in line soon squeezed her ass in on the aisle leaving me to dream about a window seat.

Then, the MILF with the ass in which my dick had played stopped at our row climbed over us to plunk down in the empty seat next to me. No window seat for sightseeing. But I didn't care, my eyes were sort of busy right now thank you. Damned if that mounded protrusion in front of the lady wasn’t even more erotically stimulating than the rear! I would bet every dollar I had there was a fine piece of pussy hidden within those finely-tailored pants!

I woke up to, “Excuse me, but you know, some times we gals do the unexpected. By the way, my name is Kika. And you are?”

I think my head was secretly talking to my brain, “Huh? Hell, I don’t know women! And, I are what? Oh shit, dumbass, she wants your name! Get your head out of your asshole and stop thinking about pussy! Boy, she’s way, way out of your league!”

“Oh, I’m Billy” I managed to stammer aloud. “I’m going to Washington… I guess you know that... I am going where this plane goes.... Er are you?"
The older lady on the aisle snorted.

The woman’s radiant face alighting had nothing to do with the sunlight steaming through the cabin window. “As a matter of fact,” she nearly sang. "I have a relative in the area. Maybe we will be neighbors or friends!"

My mind screamed, "Neighbors or friends? Hey, why not lovers?" Damn, I’m glad I didn’t say this out loud! The plane was already taxiing rapidly down the taxiway when I heard a female voice say something I didn’t expect. “Yes indeed Billy, why not lovers!”, she emphatically agreed.
As my mind debated its sanity, a question quickly followed. “Billy,” it inquired unbelievably. “Is your cock still hard?”

For the answer to this one particular question she touched my summer shirt softly then allowed her fingertips to slide down the fabric. As the powerful jet engines roared, Kika's hand slipped past my waistband. Slim, feminine fingers wrapped around my male flesh. The heft and the elongated length of both the massive jetliner and my swollen hard dick raced for the sky.

No airplane ride, no rollercoaster loop-de-loop or turn, and most certainly no handjob I had ever had could have prepared me for this. How Miss Kika managed to get my dick completely out of my pants is a mystery known only to her, but here I was at the top of the world with this gorgeous female pumping my manhood enthusiastically!

If there was one thing I knew for sure was that mine wasn’t the first dick Miss Kika had pumped in her life! Her hand seemed to exude experience of form and technique. Her eager manipulations had my penile nerve endings standing up and dancing to the rhythm of her intoxicating touch.

At the zenith of our airliner’s rise from the earth, my body began experiencing the final tickling which precedes orgasmic release. I suppose it’s some kind of instinctive impulse which causes the male of our species to look for a safe place to deposit his seed. In my case, damn, I just needed a place to shoot my cum! For the life of me, being pushed back in the seat as I was, I could find no such place! I refused to allow the thought of telling Kika to stop to enter my mind. Good god, I would just as soon stop breathing up here in the rarified air outside the plane! Devil damn the consequences, but if I must, I will blow my wad all over the place!

My rescuer was neither God nor Satan but it was certainly a creature with a heavenly body. And again the other mystery woman beside me surprised me beyond belief. Somehow as Kika clawed her way against gravity to force her head to my lap, she wisely threw a jacket over her and helped push the covered head into my lap! Without further ado, Kika vacuumed the head of my swollen dick into her mouth and, saints bless her, started sucking!

Ooooh a real-life, flesh-and-blood woman was sucking my cock! At momentous, earthquaking experience in time, the name of ‘dick’ is just too lame. I was no longer an innocent boy, hell I was a cocky rooster who is damned worthy of the name! My ten fingers entwined themselves into Kika's mane. Under the cover of the jacket, I held her head while she devoured my cockflesh with the ferocity of hungry cougar needing her fix of tender penis meat.

I was soon finding out Kika wasn’t really all that gentle about getting what she wanted. Fingernails were leaving gouges. Sharp teeth were causing scratches. Vacuuming lips were leaving hickies. And lastly, this wonderful, cocksucking angel from a teen boy’s wet dreams was leaving an indelible wound on my heart and a death-do-me-part memory in my mind.

When I had her right where she wanted me, this MILF fulfilled my wildest fantasy. Kika sucked me hard, she took me deep, and then she swallowed my hot, churning cum. She milked my balls for more of my reproduction cream and allowed this last to slowly slide down her throat.

I suppose Kika and I were well matched. I wasn’t being all that gentle with her either. In an effort to forestall my orgasmic exhilaration I had taken a headfull of hair in a handhold strong enough to pull it out. A bit of fur may have flown, but I’d say more of hers than mine! Whatever the end being, at least my orgasms ran their course without other passengers becoming aware of my ecstatic euphoria.

That Kika was a real trooper, I would say without equivocation. I might even add, she was a bit of a magician, too. With only my bewildered awareness, my cock was licked clean and neatly tucked back into my pants. As the airliner reached its cruising altitude, my lady friend's jacket was removed and she straightened up in her seat. A hairbrush appeared out of an oversized bag and began to briskly run through the her lustrous locks. “Zip up, Billy", spilled past the corner of her lovely smile.

Seeing as how I had not taken my eyes off this incredible female’s face since her mouth surrounded my cock, I was the one to notice words were not all spilling out from between her sensuous lips. One drop of my cum then one or two more seeped out of the place of its oral confinement. A serpentine tongue flicked out and recaptured most of the wayward escapees. My friend on the aisle eyed me accusingly then winked and charged, “You young men are so damn full of seed!” As she reached past me to abet in the clean and taste process.

I’m awfully glad she didn’t make her accusatory statement any louder than she did and no neighbors were aware of what had happened here.

Before I had fully recovered, the lady on the aisle asked me a sobering question. “Sweet Billy,” she queried. “Can you tell me how long it will take before your young cock will be good and horny hard again? My pussy has need of it!”

Good god, if these shocks and aftershocks keep coming I’m going to be so strung out punch-drunk I won’t know up from down! First there was a wiggling ass dancing and playing with my erection; second there was the greatest handjob and cocksucking the world has ever known; and now, dare these words be true, a woman wants my cock inside her pussy!

I have no idea where the words came from, but I finally acquired the sanity to speak. “My dear woman”, I answered. “I have been dreaming of getting my cock into a pussy ever since I first bumped into her ass with it. With your help I might add! Just snap your fingers whenever I can have a piece of it and I’ll be horny hard and raring to go at your command!”

Kika had heard! She lifted an arm and threw her hand towards my head. My bedeviled mind’s first thought was that she was intending to slap me for my sexual misconduct and then banish me from her life. Instead of this, her fingers pulled my ear to her lips and I heard, "What? Here? How?Now?", and nodded to our seat mate.

My second friend: scooted away from me; hopped up out of her seat: stepped into the aisle; and walked away. About ten steps away she turned back and caught my eye, and pointed a single index finger straight at me that began to crook back and forth in one of those irresistible ‘come hither’ motions. She then turned and continued on.

What the hell! Where is she going? Well, wherever it is, I’m following. Like a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter, I was blindly escorted to an uncertain fate. Up ahead I saw her slip several bills to one of the air hostesses. I had no idea as to their denomination but the hostesses’ face was smiling broadly. The girl led my lady to an unoccupied lavatory and then hung an ‘out of order’ sign on its door.

I walked up to the door of the ‘out-of-use’ bathroom she had disappeared into. Tentatively, I knocked. A hand shot out, grabbed mine, and pulled me inside. There wasn’t much space inside and if she had any ideas for hanky-panky playtime in here, she had her work cut out for her!

“Billy, have you ever made love in an airline restroom?” she asked with only a hint of hesitancy. “I guess, since our time is limited, I could state it more bluntly. Billy Boy want you to fuck me now! Shall I snap my fingers again?”

The cocky rooster in me raised its hackles. Without seeking permission, I wrapped my arms around the woman and pulled her body tightly against my muscular boy frame. I stood only two, maybe three, inches taller than her. Ah, perfect kissing height! This woman had dared to be bold, therefore, so would I. Lifting her chin with my fingers, I kissed her unpainted, pouty, luscious lips. I hadn’t had all that much kissing experience, but I had never had a female to turn me on like this. I kissed my lady with the ardent fervor of a boy becoming a man. I’m not sure if she felt my impassioned joy, but she seemed to be responding in kind. Her return kisses were so enthusiastically given I swear I could feel her amorous arousal. Without a doubt, I knew she could feel mine.

I was an unfucked virgin flying high but being virginal didn’t mean I was stupid! I broke our kiss and spoke only these few words, “Lady, let’s get naked.” Those words sparked a furious race to shed clothing. The ensuing striptease was comical and we both began giggling and snickering. I told my striping partner about the Old South difference between ‘naked’ and ‘nekid’. ‘Naked’ meant you were wearing no clothing. ‘Nekid’ meant you were wearing no clothing and you were up to some kind of sexual shenanigans. I added clearly, “Sweetheart, you and I are getting ‘nekid’!” I was rewarded with a nice, wet kiss for all my mischievous tomfoolery.

As my last article of clothing fell away, I found myself sitting on the commode seat with "her" standing before me ‘nekid’ and awaiting my touch. I had seen pictures of nude women, but nothing had prepared me for the wonder of this real life one. My hands dared to reach out and cup my lady’s hairy pussy mound. Today was the day when I discovered that not all pussies are shaved as found in pictures. Damn me to hell, but I had hold of a nice, mystery one now! The supersoft pussy was warm and inviting. Dripping moisture seemed to magnetically draw my fingers into a soaking-wet vaginal hole. Knowing time was limited, I played with Her pussy with a vigorous, hurried enthusiasm. I squeezed, I tickled, and I fingered-fucked excitedly. My fingers became coated with feminine moisture.

I wasn’t so pussy-excited that I lost awareness of a pair of ripened melon-shaped breasts staring me in the eye. My lips kissed them repeatedly then sought first one nipple then the other to suck. From this moment on tittie-pink would be my absolute favorite color. Her deliciously warm nipples were of a rosy pink shade surrounded by sizeable areolas of a pale pink hue. When I touched these buds with my drippy-wet fingers, I had my first ever taste of pussy juice. Whether the thin mixture was Campbell’s or not didn’t matter, it was still Mmm-Mmm-Good!

“Billy, get your fingers out of my pussy and get your cock into it!” the woman standing before me demanded. She hastily added, “Hurry the hell up and fuck me! Oh god, I need your hard meat deep inside me!”

How could any man, boy, or beast of the field or forest resist such seductive urging? I certainly couldn’t. Yet, as one last rebellious act, I rammed my fingers up into her and almost savagely dug at her pussyflesh. My lips clamped onto a nipple and I chewed and sucked as if I were trying to remove its surface color and swallow it down my throat.

By her actions, I would not say my woman was some genteel English Lady. She jerked her nipple out of my mouth then reached between herself and me and ripped my fingers from her pussy! She leaned over me, grabbed my hips, and then pulled my butt out to the edge of the commode seat. Taking a step forward, she stood over me in all her nude glory. With slim fingers she spread her pussylips wide. At this very moment in my young life, tittie-pink moved down a notch and was supplanted by the incredible magic of pussy-pink as my number one favorite color.

In the few seconds it took my mind to change its preference in colors, it also realized something was happening to my cock. Awareness slowly came. A drip, drip, drippy wetness was falling upon it. In an intuitive motion, I lifted my rock-hard erection straight upward pointing it towards the source of the magnetic moisture. The warm drippings fell upon the tender flesh of my cockhead and soaked it to the point where the overflow leaked off and began saturating my cockshaft with a coating of slippery lubrication. Finally, my mesmerized brain allowed me to understand it was droplets of CUNT juices falling on me.

Whether or not firemen slide down poles lI have no idea, but if they did then Miss ‘fucking amazing’ was surely kin to one. This woman lowered her sweltering hot pussy onto my penile pole and slid down it with the urgency necessary when a house is aflame. Out here over the ocean there wasn’t a house in a thousand miles, so it must be this lady herself afire. As soon as she bottomed out on me, she rode back up my pole and then slid down it again. I never was so proud of the length or the girth of my erect, swollen penis than I was on this first day a woman rode it!

It was a good damn thing my cock was well-lubricated because my lady would have certainly rubbed its skin raw with her wild pole riding. I grabbed myself two handfuls of fine ASS and hung on for dear life. Without my hands to hold them, those unfettered breasts began swaying so uncontrollably my face and chest were battered brutally. I released one handful of ass and captured a tit. After sticking its nipple into my suckling mouth, I held the other boob in my hand and massaged its strawberry point.

Proving she was no lady, my first live cunt relaxed any hidden inhibitions! unladylike cum squirted from deep within her body to bathed my cockshaft in a blistering bath. She squealed as silently as possible in my ear as friction caused fires carried her away. Without missing a beat, this lady’s super wet pussy rode my slick poll with pulsating delight!

The same frictional heat causing her vaginal fires was also responsible for the penile inferno blazing between my legs. Even though my cock was lubricated with pussy fluids aplenty, it still felt the magic of a man being well fucked by a woman. My reservoir was not yet fully replenish, but what semen and sperm there were in there was now released in a pressurized torrent. I was experiencing a triple dose of heavenly rapture the likes of which my young male body had never known. If my breath was not robbed from me by the glory of it all, I believe I would be shouting “Halleluiah” louder than any Holy Roller’s fanatical plea!

I'm guessing that the high pressure and heated fullness of my cumflow, added to the swollen volume of my cock must have caused her long, continuous orgasm! I suppose the woman was making every attempt to keep herself from screaming aloud, but hell, was it completely necessary for her to bite down on my ear with her teeth! Despite the discomfort, I was blissfully happy when energetic pussymuscles clamped themselves around my cockshaft and attempted to milk my masculine body of every cumdrop it had. Gladly, I conceded to the additional assault and was rewarded by something I had not thought possible. I had read that only women have multiple orgasms, but here I was, a man at heart, having one more myself.

As unbelievable as these sexual passions were making me feel, I couldn’t help but rejoice in the knowledge that I was now a member of the Mile High Club. Technically, I recalled the captain of the airliner announcing the cruising altitude of 35,000 feet, which is nearly seven miles high!

Whew! After getting off in a cocksucking woman’s mouth AND now this cock milking pussy, I just don’t believe any one guy could ask for more.

Oh oh, perhaps I was wrong. Her teeth had released my ear and she was gently kissing the indentions her biting had caused. She kissed my cheeks, first one then the other. “Kiss my lips, Billy,” she softly whispered. “Oh, kiss me, kiss me, please kiss me!”

My lover’s hands caressed my face and I kissed her with the impassioned zeal of a man kissing his very own woman. She kissed me with the obsessive infatuation of a woman kissing her man. My wondering mind waxed philosophical into territory far beyond its reason. Young, old, what did age matter in the timeless game of lust, love, and passion. What did it matter that a mature woman’s vaginal lips still enfolded and lovingly embraced the slowly shrinking symbol of a young man’s growing maturity.

My slowly shrinking symbol still had one last defiant burst of rebellion to it. Moving almost imperceptibly, my hips lifted from the toilet seat and wadded my half-limp penis up into its vaginal home. A spark of hope was kindled. As incredibly unimaginable as it was, a hint of masculine stiffening occurred and a new drip of feminine moisture was born.

Once more, my hips lifted. This time with more vigor. My manly symbol had changed in the blink of an eye from half-limp to half-hard in more than a symbolic way. Semantics aside, the difference between the two conditions can often be significant. Such was the case now. Once again, my seeking pole rose up! Thrusting its abbreviated length into a moist cave. A cave with delicate pussy lips kissing and weary pussy muscles compressing. my balls pushed out two or three more seminal drops..... Her cunt excreted another couple of squirts of feminine juice.

I made an assumption there were no more than extremely faint orgasms running through my woman because this is all I was having. It was enough. Oh bless all the Angels and Demons in the heavens; it was way past being ‘enough’! Tears of joy dripped from my eyes and pooled on the flawless skin of her shoulder. My own neck and shoulder would have bite-&-suck-mark hickies as trophies of feminine surrender for days!

For time immeasurable I held a woman in my arms and allowed lusts to run their course. Finally, sexually spent and exhausted, we and I broke our embrace, cleansed our loins as best we could, and clothed our nude bodies. Few words had been spoken in our Six Mile High fornication clubhouse, yet few words were all that were needed.

I suppose, being a woman, She had to have a last word. “Billy my love,” she whispered with her head on my shoulder. “Why have you done this to me? I wanted only a quick, meaningless romp in the hay! Why have you bewitched my heart with your tenderhearted innocence and why did you satisfy and sate my womanhood with the bedeviling stamina of your youth? I know we must part, but oh dear god, how can I breathe without you!”

She opened the door, stepped through it, and disappeared. Looking at the closed door, I wondered what the woman meant by her parting words. I didn’t bewitch her heart, hell, she bewitched and captured mine! God, I lusted her! I believe she was asking me why I screwed her. The answer was simple, wasn’t it? Didn’t she ask for it! Didn’t she push her boobs against me at the check in desk? didn't she remove my pants? And didn't she say, "Billy, I want you to fuck me now!” just a little while ago?

I stopped my dilly dallying and wondering then followed her out the restroom door. With a smile on my face, I beamed with the knowledge I had been another virginal sacrifice. My smile disappeared in the blink of an eye. Kika stood outside the door. She spoke words which were calm, collected, short, and succinct, “Did you have a nice time?"

To say I was speechless with shock would be an understatement. Perhaps they might compare notes and then together decide to correct my wicked misbehavior. In a daze, I followed Kika as she took a few slow steps then led me back to our seats. Once we climbed across "her" and settled down, Nika placed her hand on my youthful cock as its resurrection began looked at "her" and asked, "Did I pick a good one Mom?"
I gasped and heard, "One of the best ever, darling!" As a second passive hand reached in!
2 comments

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2014-05-06 19:09:37
Guines guys must add your name to their book.

Anonymous readerReport

2014-05-06 17:49:10
Very well done! I loved it.

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