As you watch them intently, your own need has taken over, shyness is far forgotten and your tight grip on my cock steers the hard shaft straight into your wet hole, your legs wrap round me and with one hard squeeze of your legs push my cock into the depths. Each thrust inside you made even harder by your gripping leg movement, I slam deep and hard causing the water to wash up and down in waves.
The woman being eaten gets louder and louder as she is brought close to yet another oral orgasm, the woman doing it is also groaning loudly from between her legs as her husband rams hard into his wife. She reaches for your hand and grips it tight, joining the group as a whole in such excitement and passion as all three of you women start to climax together, The sound of all three of you reaching orgasm fills the quiet night air like the shattering of a pane of glass, as you all jerk and shudder and sigh until the intensity reduces.
I pull out and my cock is covered in your white cream from deep inside, lifting myself out of the water I sit with feet in pool as we exchange places. The others are doing exactly the same as if following your lead.
“Damn look at that cock, couldn’t you just suck that” one says to the other, and as if showing them this one is yours your mouth slips over the glowing knob and takes me deeply, gagging a little before the tip eases down and you take me to the balls. “Wow Sandy has swallowed him whole” she says as she pushes the head of the other woman down harder on her husbands shaft.
The two mouths playing with his cock after taking two women prove too much, and with gritted teeth he lets out a moan as his cock spurts over the tongue of the closest mouth, the women then kiss and share what they have caused.
As he stands up and wanders off inside either to clean himself up, use the toilet or maybe even get another drink, the two girls break from their embrace and come closer, standing either side of you as you suck me and tease my balls, their hands on your shoulders they egg you on, watching the whole length of my cock disappearing down your throat.
As I reach that point you can feel my shaft swelling and pull it out of your mouth rubbing it frantically to try send him over the top. The two girls move in closer, heads now either side of yours, their mouths open just the same as your own as my the white stream jets up into the night air and splashes down over the three of you, streaks of whiteness on all your tongues and dribbling from your chins. The other two respectful of you not being Bi like themselves just lean across and lick the hanging cum from your chin, then hug you.
“Mmmm that was good, shame your not up for sharing Sandy, I would of loved to ride that shaft, and I would of loved to have eaten you too, your nips are so damn gorgeous!”, the other women backs her up and says how stunning you are and how she too could get lost making out with you.
“Lets get some drinks” she says breaking up the group and leading both you women towards the kitchen. As I sit there waiting for my cock to stop tingling and go down the man returns armed with drinks and sits down, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in the now silent night air.
“You’re a lucky bugger mate, she is a stunner that’s for sure, are you coming here again?” It’s a question I cant answer, only hope for, it has been a great adventure, a shame we only have tomorrow before we have to leave.
There is a lot of giggling from the kitchen, and eventually you all emerge, three naked bodies tanned and glowing, reflecting the moonlight that bounces from the surface of the water, carrying fresh drinks and bowls of nibbles.
We sit around the poolside until the hours before dawn, chatting and laughing, discussing sex and their swinging experiences, them answering your questions on how they feel about watching partners with others, about sex between females, and about although you felt you couldn’t do it all yourself how you did find the evenings events highly exciting and erotic.
We bid our goodnights as the birds start to sing and head back to our bed, too tired to shower we just collapse and fall asleep. We cant waste our last day by staying in bed.
Our last day is spent taking in the normal holiday sights, taking photographs to show those back home, giving us something to hide the fact that the majority of out time away has been making love in a variety of places. We chat about the previous night, how excited you had become despite initial shyness and trepidation of being in the close proximity of others, how you had been as excited as the night we made love being watched at the picnic site back home the first time you came to stay.
We have dinner out and return back for a cooling dip in the pool. The couple opposite are out, only our other neighbour at home sitting under her shade. We invite her to come over and join us and spend the evening chatting with her and sharing what is left of our supply of chilled wine, plus a little of her own supply too. Despite her many suggestive comments and tactile touches towards you, you ignore her desires to explore your sexuality and share time with you or even both of us, eventually we part company and head for our own beds.
Ass we kiss and play with each other I tease you about her advances and suggestions, and you ask me what I would of felt like if she had let her, when I tell you how I would of found it so exciting to see you pleasured that way, you admit that you did find it somewhat flattering. We make love, softly and slowly but as I playfully whisper in your ear about how she could have been there licking your clit as I thrust deep, you suddenly step up the action, obviously you have found this experience quite a turn on, and even if you have not participated, your imagination is at least thinking about it.
We awake early, pack away our new toys and dirty washing, give the apartment a quick tidy up and sweep the floor, empty the fridge of anything that will go off and go to waste, collect all the rubbish and take it to the collection point beside the roadway. We shower and get dressed, checking we have passports, then we head off into town for some food. Sitting at the quayside with a cold drink and making the most of our last few hours of sun.
A quick visit to some shops we had not seen before as we walked through the town, and a few we had, and a few last minute purchases of a few odd little toys at the cheap prices that would no doubt get chance to be used very shortly after our return home. It was sad to have to leave, but we still had some time left together when we got home, time that I am sure we would fill.
Returning for the last time to our little love nest in the sun, we packed away our last minute purchases, joking that customs would have a smile or two if they were to open our cases. Bags by the door we walk over to our neighbours and say goodbye, exchanging addresses so we can keep in touch. We close the big curtains and lock up the glass doors, and walk off to the road to meet the taxi which takes us to the airport.
No remote bullet on this journey, it’s a late night flight back, and the sound would travel too much on the plane. But I hope that wont stop us from having a little fun some other way. After all they say where there’s a will….
We hardly queue to book in, bags disappear through the plastic curtains behind the check-in girl, and we head straight for the departure area, it’s a real late flight and surprisingly there a very few people about. We stock up with duty free and head for the gate and within next to no time we are entering the doorway of the Airbus greeted by some obviously well tired by still smiling attendants. We walk towards the rear of the plane and sit a few rows before the end, the attendants go through their standard routine and we feel the engines starting before we are pushed back away from the terminal building.
The rest of the passengers, not that there is many of them have chosen more forward seats, the nearest being about eight to ten rows in front. A quick visual check that we are wearing seatbelts and the two attendants go back to their seats and strap themselves in, the engines roar and the abrupt acceleration begins, the tyres rumbling till the nose lifts up and you feel that slight dropping sensation that tells you that you are now off the ground and flying. We soon here the whine of the landing gear and the plane banks to the left and starts heading in the direction of the UK.
The stewardess comes to see if all is ok, and we chat about the unusual emptiness of the airplane, to which she tells us it was really a ‘Dead’ flight, to return the aircraft ready for where it is needed first the next day, but it was being used to accommodate the few extra passengers that otherwise would have had to wait another two days for a flight back. She advises us to use the call system if we require any help, and with almost a semi-sarcastic tone and a knowing smile, says to us that we are unlikely to be disturbed.
I turn to you after she has gone and we query her comment between us.
“I’m sure she really means the others will use the nearer forward toilet, but did you get the impression she was hinting at something else?”.
The plane settles into the ‘Boring zone’, that’s stage where you can not see anything out the window apart from the odd flash of the moonlight as the plane changes course. The plane lights are dimmed and a sleepy silence seems to fall over the interior of the plane, just an occasional faint buzz as someone asks for a pillow or drink. Although aware of our presence the two ladies stay at the front and leave us in peace, it is far to good an opportunity to miss and I begin to brush your nipples and I kiss and nibble your neck.
“I shall slip into the toilet, then you will have to come when nobody looking”
But our plans are thwarted as the stewardess walks back up the aisle and pulls out the trolley from behind us, she stops just as she passes us.
“Don’t bother trying in the toilet, its far too cramped, I will block the aisle and pull the curtain, you wont be disturbed for an hour”. Then she moves off.
“How did she know” you whisper to me, as we watch a dividing curtain segregate us from the others. We are alone, it seems so strange, but we may never have another chance like this to fulfil our fantasies.
I reach over and my hand pulls u round on me, as you stand I ease down your thongs and you partly straddle over me, my finger teasing along the so very wet slit and slipping inside you. We kiss as my finger slips deeply into the wetness, joined by a second it starts to work your pussy into a frenzy as my mouth searches for your hardened nipples which are easy to find the way they are bursting through your top.
I slide my hands under your top and lift it over your head tossing it into the seat you had been sitting in, releasing your bra my mouth hungrily sucks at the soft mounds of flesh, tongue flicking the rock hard teat as the slurping sound from your pussy lets me know your starting to flood, you quickly find my mouth with yours to prevent your moan of pleasure from being heard and you come, a trembling gyration on my fingers then sudden jolting actions I feel my fingers squeezed as your pussy floods my hand.
Sucking the juice from my fingers, I watch the droplets running down your inner thigh and drop to the floor. Unclipping your skirt we carefully lower and you step out of it. Apart from your shoes you are completely naked.
You move to the side and unbuckle my trousers, tugging them down behind me and pulling my pants at the same time as I lift my bottom. You unbutton my shirt and slip it off my arms. My cock standing so proud at this exciting scenario, the two of us stark naked at 20,000 feet and about to make love.
In one swift movement your mouth has found him and begins to suck him hard, there is a eagerness that even we haven’t noticed before, a powerful electricity, a hunger that makes you really take him deep and suck hard.
“Fuck me Paul, I need your hard cock!”
Without saying another word you return to straddle over me, and with a hungry look in your eyes you urgently and deftly impale yourself fully on to me. Something we have done many times before, yet this time feeling deeper, wetter, hotter, tighter, and you frantically begin to bounce up and down my shaft, eager for me to fuck you to the full in case we are disturbed and stopped from continuing. One after the other these wet gushing orgasms seem to come, barely minutes apart as you grind your wet pussy on me and slam down using your weight to push me right up that very wet and tight hole.
“My ass Paul, I want you in my ass!”, you spin around and grip the headrest of the chair in front, and without any pause to let the muscles relax you reach under and guide me, then drop on me hard with a loud groan. “Ooops that was a bit loud” you say, then start to ride me.
Your on fire, carefree, with this amazing hunger and eagerness, oh how I wish we could of filmed this session and kept to watch back time and time again.
Reaching around I play with your breasts as your lower your tight ass up and down on my throbbing shaft. “Doggy Paul, take me doggy!” you turn towards the tiny window and kneel with one leg on seat, one on the floor and I manoeuvre behind in a similar stance. I’m not sure if it is the air pressure, of if it just the naughtiness of where we are and knowing that only yards in front are other people but my cock feels so big, feels harder than it has felt before and as it finds your now dripping and gaping pussy and slides deep you sigh.
“Oh fuck, that feels as if it is going to split me”, Starting slow in case it does hurt, I am soon put right by your hand reaching back, your nails digging in to my skin and pulling me in sharp fast jolts. “Give it me Paul, ALL OF IT!”
I begin to pound, almost worried that the force of my thrusting will rock the plane itself, your pussy so much louder than normal, loud squelches as my shaft repeatedly fills her, that wet slap sound as my soaked balls smack against the red and dripping lips and your wet ass. You grip the edge of the window as you approach the biggest orgasm so far, becoming almost animalistic in the wild way you thrust back, sigh s getting louder and louder.
My Sandy, my extremely horny Sandy, acting as I have never seen her, muttering more swear words than I think I have heard her say since we first met, words I have never heard her say too, words we would normally frown at, but in the situation seeming so right, so intense, so descriptive. I know I am not far away from release and I step up my thrusting even more.
“Yes fuck me, fuck me, Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Yes, OH FUCK YESSSSS”
And with that you erupt, I can see every inch of your back tense and release in rapid fits, your muscles clenching, swelling in pulsing jerking motions, I can feel a sudden very high pressure against my knob which is pushed out like a cork from a fizzy pop bottle, and as the knob breaks contact the largest jet I have ever seen you make slams against my chest and splatters over us and the seats to the rear and fore of us, followed by a second torrent and a third, there seems no stopping this pussy squirt. Your face is almost filling the tiny window as I suddenly hear that gasp after holding breath. “Holy Fuck!”.
Suddenly aware that I have yet to come myself, yet pussy so on fire that she couldn’t not take another beating for a while, you grasp around my shaft and once again steer him into your ass. As I thrust its like I am keeping your orgasm ticking over, as your body still has sudden uncontrollable jerking like when you sneeze, I slam hard, slam deep and I can feel it moving up my shaft. You sense the change in my thrusting, knowing it well now, and you spin round on me, rapidly rubbing my shaft with mouth open you tell me.
“Give it me Paul, GIVE IT TO ME!” and with that he blows, your mouth covers my knob and lips work across the edge of the ridge as time and time again he spurts, shooting that hot load deep into your mouth, biting my tongue to stop me shouting.
We sit there for a minute, just looking at each other, you teasing me by showing me how full your mouth is, poking out a cum covered tongue, then swallowing all in one gulp, licking lips and using your finger to catch the escaped dribble that streaked down from one corner of your mouth.
Suddenly re-aware of where we are, and that we are naked, sweaty, and amazingly wet, you reach for your bag and search for the pack of wet wipes, cleaning ourselves up as best as we could and quickly dressing, we then tried to clean up the evidence of your amazingly powerful squirt. Droplets and streaks seemed to be everywhere, on the plastic covers of the headrests and the vinyl of the fold down arms, even on the window and the surrounding fibreglass panels, the short piled material of your seat almost awash, and soaking wet wipe after wet wipe as you dab and try to dry it.
“Look at the mess we made, oh I feel guilty now, what is the stewardess going to say”. It wont be long before we find out, the intercom dings and the voice informs us that we are making our descent and will land in approximately twelve minutes. I see the curtain twitch as if they are checking it is safe to open before it is pulled back and secured to the side, the other stewardess pushes the trolley back past us with a big smile and locks it back into place.
Seat belts on, we share the rest of the bottle of juice we purchased in duty free, so dry after our energetic flight, packing all the used wipes into one of the sick bags from the net attached to the back of the seat, just in time as the stewardess walks up with a rubbish sack collecting bottles and sweet wrappers from each seat, it is almost embarrassing to pass over this splattered bag with almost a whole pack of wet wipes inside.
The plane lands and taxi’s forever until we find the waiting parking area, the extending tunnel expands and meets the forward door and the stewardess pivots the large lock and the door slides open. Instantly everyone up front is up and jamming the aisle, all eager to be off as soon as they can, struggling to get heavy bags from the overhead lockers without rendering fellow passengers unconscious. We are far more relaxed, staying seated till the queue begins to snake off the plane, then retrieving our bags and coats and making our way to the front. The two stewardess are standing by the cabin door, smiling and thanking each passenger for using the airline, yet their smiles grew even bigger as we approached, the last passengers to get off.
“Hope you enjoyed your flight” says one, the other leans in closer and almost whispers with a huge smile.
“Oh and welcome to the Mile High Club, by the way hope you don’t mind but we both watched from the curtain, I must say it was really so very hot! ”
I can see you blush, but know that deep inside her comment has made more than one of your fantasies be brought to life. We thank them for their efforts to make our flight so enjoyable and we walk up the long tube to arrivals.
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We load the cases into the back seat of the car and pull out of the long stay car park, within minutes we are on the M6 and heading home towards my flat.
“What a holiday eh love…. So many new things, I knew it would be a great time, but never thought it would have been that good. We certainly fulfilled a few dreams didn’t we, and explored a few things that you never dreamed we would… Group sex, well of sorts, the offer of some bi-sex, of a threesome, I bet you never expected any of that!, and rounded off with sex at 20,000 feet”
The smile from you shows your mind is rapidly scanning the memories of each event, and there a few naughty sounding giggles.
“Yes I must admit I never thought we would be actually making out with others at same time, being watched maybe as that was a fantasy, but yes it was amazingly erotic and exciting watching and listening as we made love ourselves……….. I never thought I would find two ladies making out a turn on, but oh god yes it did, it was so gentle yet so intense... Ok so maybe I did think for a second or two what it might be like when she suggested joining us last night, it was the drink i guess, but yes I was a little turned on, and yes I must admit that when I saw them both playing the night before there was a little bit of me that wanted to experience the tenderness of her attention, so yes I nearly did give in and say yes last night, more for your benefit I know you always wanted a threesome… As for the plane, well I’m still trembling now at what we did on that, that is definitely one time we will never forget!”
I remind you that whatever we do should not be 'for my benefit', but for the benefit of us both!
I reverse the car through the gate and drive it forward into the parking space, quietly closing the gate and pulling out the cases from the rear of the car we head through the deathly quiet of the much cooler night. The light comes on as we approach the door and I begin to ferry the cases up the stairs.
Well this amazing holiday is over, yet I am sure our story does not end there, we still have some time to spend together and I am sure we will find even more ways to make it exciting in the days to come.
Now read the next 'Sexual Adventures with Sandy' to find out what happens next!
