Georgia on my mind (M-F mile high club, oral, anal, etc) Parts 1-4

[vinney]

Part one of a little story...

So there I was, sitting by myself, staring out of the window of the aircraft clutching a letter from a dear friend who had invited me to visit her in the States.  ‘I’ll be ready and waitin’ darlin’. Just fly straight in to Georgia...’

I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. My old man was already tweaking in my pants as I visualised Georgia laying there, naked, legs spread wide apart ... and me just zooming right into her. Lordy, lordy, lordy. That was eroticism of the first degree.

Someone said ‘Drink for sir?’ I opened my eyes, realised I had a stiffy to end all stiffys and embarrassed asked for a stiff whiskey. The trolley dolly winked at me as she poured a Vodka. She muttered ‘Na zdorovye!’ or something and I thought ‘What the fuck?’

She moved along the aisle between the rows of seats, arse swinging exaggeratingly left then right and when she bent over, well, that was somewhere to explore I thought. She was all sort of sexy. And of course the old mind games started playing again making my old man stand up like a tent pole.  I should have asked ‘Want a fuck?’  

She continued along the length of the aircraft offering drinks to everyone but always serving the same drink, vodka. Must have had a supply of the stuff off the black market.  I took a swig from my glass and nearly coughed my guts up – shit it was like drinking spiced up anti-freeze.

She returned and smiled at me again. As she leant forward and I noticed her cleavage beckoning, boobs straining against the flimsy mauve bra just visible down her plunging neckline. She took hold of my... glass ... and topped it up.

‘Two minutes,’ she said, ‘then you come. Up the front’

‘I’d love to come up your front....’ hell did I say it or just think it? Her blood red lips pursed and blew a kiss.

Now when I boarded this aircraft I never ever thought of the possibility of joining the mile high club but now... well fuck me senseless if you will, it was no longer a possibility but a certainty.

It was awkward walking along the aisle, one hand in my pocket trying to conceal my rampant pride from the ogling passengers, the other hand helping me keep my balance against the seats. Eventually I made it and she smiled as she drew the curtain back and beckoned me in.

The accommodation for flight staff was hardly roomy so Natia, that was her name, grabbed me round the shoulders, guided me to the tiny galley kitchen then pulled me to her and planted those luscious lips against mine. My hands, obviously now out of my pocket were exploring the outline of her hot body as my dear old dick prodded hard into her stomach.

Natia slid one hand between our bodies and with all the expertise of a professional, one handed unbuckled my belt, unhooked and unzipped my trousers which did the decent thing and dropped to the floor.  My Calvin Klein’s followed quickly as her hand wrapped around my manhood like a magnet.

Her dress was up round her waist and her mauve and black laced thong lay round her feet on the floor. Somehow Natia hoisted herself upwards resting her delectable cheeks on the tiny draining board her thong now suspended from her right foot. How she managed to spread her legs so wide I’ll never know, but she did.  I had to bend my knees and somehow force my stomach forwards as my cock brushed tantalisingly over her pussy.

It had to be done, and soon. There was an urgency about me and I thrust hard into her making Natia cry out in either ecstasy or pain – I’m not sure which.  She was not lubricated to begin with but soon her juices began to flow. With every upward thrust, she met me pressing downwards. My knees and back were killing me and I recall my lecherous bastard of a father once saying he’d kill for a fuck. Guess I knew what he meant now.

I couldn’t sustain myself and, as I went to thrust into her again the plane hit turbulence, I fell backwards, my cock catching on the lips of the aluminium sink. It stung like hell yet I still managed to squirt lashings of semen all over her thighs. Not my most memorable fuck, yet I began to wonder if it really counted towards membership of the mile high club?

Feeling quite pained I slinked back to my seat aware that my posture was somewhat bent. The rest of the flight was uneventful so I looked forward to landing in Atlanta. Imagine my utmost surprise when I looked out of the window and realised this was not the sunny warm American City in Georgia, but the cold and forlorn looking Eastern European Georgia!

Funny how it then occurred to me that everyone had strange, foreign sounding accents. Shit! What should I do?

[vinney]

PART TWO

Of course the entire passenger list was checked as we alighted – it’s a damn shame they hadn’t checked it when we boarded. I was the centre of attention and much to my disgust was virtually frogmarched through to their immigration control centre. There I was confronted by two armed guards and three or four uniformed officers who decided I should be introduced to the Interrogation Centre.

Talk about an international incident. I tried explaining, but the more I tried the more I was disbelieved. Next I was forcefully invited into the search suite. Suite did I say? It was like a prison cell with an adjustable metal bench centrally placed.

Can you believe they wanted to strip search me in case I was concealing any weapons – well I had one but that was hardly concealed though it was shrivelling up with remarkable speed.  I hoped it would stay a permanent fixture and maybe come out of hiding soon. They thought I might be concealing drugs or explosives in my body – which reminded me I was clamping my buttocks tight together as I wanted to fart. That would have been quite explosive and gassed every bastard in the room. Talk about smell the fear!

An internal search was ordered and you can guess I was not exactly pleased at that. Especially as the person coming into the room complete with gloved hands was a 6 foot 6 tall East European Shot Putter. Fingers like tree trunks. Couldn’t tell whether it was a man or woman or something in between.  It was in fact a woman they called Maguli – so here I was being stripped by someone who wanted to give me a shot up my backside and who might be after my goolies too!

Suddenly I was naked, embarrassed and rather scared of what was going to happen next. Shot putter Maguli gently thrust my head forward until I was half lying over the bench in front of me. She kicked my legs apart and I farted. She was not happy as she choked on the smell!

In front of me standing with a swollen crotch area was another massive person – this was definitely a man. I could see the outline of the hosepipe he probably called a prick. His name was Bagrat and I certainly hoped it wasn’t a rodent tucked away in his pants.

Then she did it. Rammed one of her fingers right up my jacksy without so much as a please. Of course I screamed out. I’d never had anyone up there let alone a sex starved Georgian shot putter. Maguli laughed out loud as her finger prodded around my inner sanctum, then, without warning she withdrew it and I heaved a sigh of relief but only momentarily before she entered me again – even harder and rougher with probably two tree trunks instead of just the one.

My head jerked forward and nuzzled the Bagrat in the groin. He laughed, reached down and unzipped his fly. Man it was a bleeding great monster that sprung out. As Maguli rammed her fingers deeper inside me forcing me forwards and leaving me unable to decline Bagrat’s tool from invading my mouth. Fucking hell he rammed it in, and I wondered if I might need a dentist.

Lay back and think of England people once told me – but in this case I couldn’t lay back and could only think that if I was a soccer referee I would have red-carded both the bastards.

Would you believe she got hold of my Tonka toy with her other hand and started to jerk me off. I didn’t realise I’d even got the hard on but I had. It was already sore but after she had finished with it and my cum juice lay splattered over the tiled floor, she withdrew her fingers with a loud plopping noise. It felt weird, like the whole of me was split open and draughty. And at the other end Bagrat was depositing his seed right down my throat.

Fuck! Never want to visit Georgia again.

So I was declared innocently empty of all illegal items and then put on the next flight to the proper place, the place I wanted to go, to Atlanta in Georgia in the good old US of A.

And that song resounded round my head – Georgia Up My Arse...

[Janus]

Who'd have thought going to Georgia would be such a pain in the ass....LOL.

Janus

[Bigdaddymmm3]

HAHAHA.....Great Eff'in story Vinney!

[TinyDancer]

*big smile*  Is good to see you haven't lost your touch, I love reading your stories vinney....not many people pen sex stories that are not only real but humerous.  Welcome home sugar. 

[vinney]

PART THREE

Befuddled images appeared to me. The oxygen mask deployed from above my above and drawing in that purified air I became light headed.... then.... well....

.... It was like a hazy dream; the nightmare of the internal examination left a burning impression in my backside, but there was something a bit mysterious about this American flight. Outside it looked like a military cargo plane but inside ... I’d never seen anything like it. There were reclining seats all along the plane, each one converting into a bed. Alongside each seat stood a tall young and buxom stewardess with a uniform hat perched on her head and a mini dress with little else to cover their modesty.

 ‘Hi I’m Candice your personal flight attendant.’ She flashed those pearly white teeth at me and I soon forgot my shredded arse and lacerated penis which automatically began to twitch to attention, an action not unnoticed by little Miss Candice.  ‘Welcome to flight 69 to La La Land.’

It was going to be a long flight of that I was certain. The pleasantries began when the whole fuselage began vibrating to Lil Wayne’s Up, Up and Away:

“Up Up And Away
Up Up And Away
Up Up And Away

I’m about to go up up and away
Dick in your mouth
Fuck what you say
You sweet as pie a muffin and cake
Dick in her mouth, I’m fucking her face...”

Yep it was like one gigantic vibrator...oh I knew many a lady who’d enjoy this experience.

Candice strapped me into the seat then sat beside me, long tanned legs spread wide. ‘We’re taking off....’ she laughed as the crescendo and power of the engines tossed the whole plane into spasms.  Candice reached between her legs, pulled a hidden lever and my seat suddenly flew backwards just as the plane picked up speed on the runway and jerked into the air.

Talk about whiplash injuries, I reckoned that if I managed to survive this flight in one piece I might even get to meet my lovely friend... but first things first. Candice tossed her hat off, unclipped her hair and let it fall freely onto her shoulders, sexily tossing her head from side to side. Then in a flash off came her dress leaving her wearing just a tiny leopard skin thong, so slight it moulded into her pussy.

I didn’t know where to look. Her bulbous boobs bounced with the jerking of the plane as it levelled out after take-off. Her nipples stood erect and my old man was right there, trying to escape its shackles.

Talking of shackles, I couldn’t move as I was strapped into what I thought was a safety harness yet it seemed more like restraints. Now I’ve never been into bondage or anything like that – bit of a coward really, hate pain like those Georgian officials inflicted and the only acceptable whip lash was what I just got at take-off.

When I asked Candice what the hell was going on, she just put her finger to her mouth and pursed her lips. Can’t say I was uncomfortable except in the nether regions. I knew I should have worn cotton trousers, so much more flexible than denims.

Candice was quite seductive really, sitting beside me, pulling her thong out and letting it twang back into its natural position. I strained to see the whole of her as she did it but she managed to keep her gold mine locked from view. Still she was shaven down there, clean as a whistle from what I could see. Tremendous! I used to hate getting pubes stuck in my teeth then trying to extract them with my finger before I got better at it with so much practice and managed to spit them out, one at a time.

Candice disposed of her thong – I was in heaven! She was absolutely starkus, and even though my brain was working overtime to hatch an escape plan from my shackles, my dick was telling me to lay back and enjoy. Course, being English we’re supposed to keep a stiff upper lip though in my case it was a very stiff lower organ.

I don’t quite know what happened but suddenly I was naked, my shackles had turned into two pink fluffy handcuffs on my wrists whilst my ankles were tethered with silken scarves, each affixed to the posts at the four corners of the bed. From above I must have looked like a big X with a bleeding great pin sticking out for a prick.

The wait was over; Candice went down on me, no messing, straight onto my cock. She stroked it as her mouth drew it in and all of a sudden I had to go defensive as I didn’t want to shoot my load that quickly.

Bloody hell she was good, her mouth worked better than a pussy, her tongue ensuring the thrill of tiny electric shocks continually running up and down my shaft. Candy, Candy, Candy, I felt like her Candy Man.

She stroked and sucked expertly, her hand  fondled my laden balls, nothing rough or hard, apart from my cock that was, and then she mounted me keeping my old man between those pearly teeth of hers. Somehow she planted herself above my own mouth and I saw the beckoning lips lowering onto me, awaiting my tongue. The pinkness of her moist pussy, the wondrous scent... My tongue found her, and my lips planted on hers. I sucked, I licked, tasting and enjoying every bit of her moistness. It was like nectar. Once you’ve tasted pussy, you are addicted to it.  Her clitoris stuck out like a tiny dick from under its hood, the faster I licked and sucked it, the more juices flowed. Candice gurgled delightfully with the sensation.

I felt my own loins tighten, my buttocks clench together, my stomach muscles contracted and I knew that I wasn’t going to hold back any longer. Once it’s ready to spurt, it’ll spurt and spurt it did, within seconds.  My seed was pumping out, every bit into the back of her mouth. I didn’t care a fuck if she was swallowing or not, I had just had the most amazing ejaculation and I couldn’t even get my hands down there to help.

Don’t know how I did it but almost immediately, I felt her body begin to quiver and then shake and I thought the plane was going to ditch. Candice didn’t just gurgle into her climax, she erupted with a continuous squeal. She should have said she was a squirter for she soaked me with her cum. It was hard, but a man has to do what a man has to do, I spluttered through a cough and a choke before cleaning her out the best I could with my tongue.

Candice by now was in the cowgirl position across my face, and apart from near suffocation, I was enjoying the experience immensely. Then I felt a hand gradually working my cock once again, this time a bit rougher, a bit harder and as I reach full erection the hand began to wank me coldly. I heard Candice say something but with my ears trapped between her luscious thighs the voices were muffled.

She got off; I heaved a lung full of fresh air and looked down my body. The hand was moving like a blur. It was attached to a man’s arm, a man in a uniform white shirt and cap.  Working me up into a frenzy, he was. I couldn’t stop myself cumming again, all over his hands and maybe on his clothes as well, serve him right.

‘Dirty fucker!’ he hissed.

‘And who the fuck are you?’ I was both sexually satisfied but rather upset at the same time.

‘I’m the captain.’ He was looking at me daggers.

‘The captain? Who’s flying this frigging plane?’

‘A.P. ‘

‘Who the fuck is AP?’ I was getting irritated.

Candice placed her gentle hand on my head. ‘It’s okay. It’s the automatic pilot.’

‘You mean no-one is looking where we’re bloody well going?’

....

That’s when I heard the voice repeating, ‘Wake up sir, I’m the captain.’

It was him. The old lady sitting next to me had complained that I was playing with myself and had made a bit of a mess...

Fuck, that may have been a nightmare, a wet dream even, but it was delicious....
 

[vinney]

PART FOUR

With the adventurous trip to Georgia, via Georgia, and dreams of flying right between the wide spread legs of Georgia, I’d finally reached my destination. Got a cab to the hotel, booked in and went to my room.

The first thing I noticed was the mirror on the ceiling... my rampant thoughts reflected on the action it must have witnessed. Maybe, just maybe it would see a bit more action in the forthcoming days. Only time would tell.

I needed a shower and made use of the facilities, ensuring I kept the soap suds from stinging my sore butt hole. My dear old cock always enjoyed a splash in the wet stuff but this was only water...!

A nice meal and a good sleep, that’s what I needed to be fresh for my lady friend who I would meet the following day. Trouble was, when I lay back on the bed and saw that mirror, my imagination went into overdrive.

What the fuck! I slung the bed clothes back and lay there as naked as could be. My mind is like a magician, it always plays tricks on my dick which quickly sprang to attention.

I admired myself in the mirror, my dick looked fair sized though and rolling onto my side it stood out – looked bigger and better like that. A good seven inches or more, not that I’ve measured it – all I know is that it always measures up to the job in hand. And talking about that, a little hand job would be most acceptable even if it was solo.

That’s the first time I had ever watched myself jerking off in a mirror, especially one above my head. My self gratification ended with a sprint finish and a massive ejaculation with strings of cum splattered across my stomach and chest. After that I slept like a log...

We’d agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant, and though I knew exactly what Trudy looked like I was taken aback when she arrived. She was quite tiny, petite would be a better word, probably little more than 5’1”. Against me she would seem like a young school girl in stature. I couldn’t believe that she was pushing her mid-thirties.

Long brownish hair falling loosely between her shoulder blades, almost hiding two gold rings that dangled tantalisingly from her ears. Angelic face, hazel brown eyes, cute celestial nose, full red kissable lips. Wow. She could have been a model.

Trudy wore a blue satin blouse and tight denim jeans that clung to her slight figure like an extra skin. And those red stilettos, so damn sexy! She really was amazing. A light lunch and a bottle of wine went down a treat. Our conversation was quite searching and revealing, for this was the first time we had met. I just hoped that she was as pleased with me as I was with her.

And so to my hotel room.

She looked at the mirror and laughed. ‘You sexy boy! Is that kinky or what?’

I hadn’t thought of it as being kinky – that wasn’t my style anyway. Might have been a bit of a pervert, but certainly not kinky!

We sank to the bed, arms wrapped round each other. Trudy was kissing me, lips pressed firmly to mine, then, so very gently, her warm tongue penetrated my mouth, exploring every inch of my oriface. That tingling sensation as tongues collide, their mingling moistures sent tiny shockwaves down my spine. My cock stiffened, constrained in my jeans...

Heavy breathing, panting with wanton desire, knowing the richness of this moment would lead to the inevitable, the moment our bodies would become as one, united in our shared desires. My cock was as hard as it could ever be...

Trudy’s blouse slipped easily from her shoulders, her naked upper torso lean with small but perfectly formed breasts, her nipples erect to the touch of my fingers. My hands fondled her, caressed her, each hand covering totally the softness of her womanhood. I wanted her to release my throbbing tool...

She quickly ensured that my shirt fell off my body, but, rather than tear off the remaining clothes, these moments were so very special. Every second fulfilled with genuine passion and not sheer lust. Hands explored our upper torsos, gently tweaking nipples, lips kissing, tongues tracing lines over chins, necks, ears, throats, chests. If only she would take me in hand...

She finally succumbed; her hands meandered down to my jeans to my proud tool, traced its shape then clasped it, gently squeezing it. I nearly choked with anticipation as her hands unhooked my belt, undone the button and slowly, very slowly began to draw the zip downwards. Was Trudy a prick teaser I wondered but, with heaving breath I loved what she was doing to me.

Kicked off my jeans and with them my Calvin’s. Trudy murmured something like ‘You’re a big boy...’ I knew I was because I was nearly six feet tall... but then she took me in hand. Tenderly stroking it from tip to balls while I struggled to get her naked. Her stilettos thudded simultaneously on the floor as she wriggled her beautiful little body out of her jeans. Down they slid, kicked to the floor just like mine. I used the mirror to marvel at her beautiful mauve thong that was embedded between her slightly bulbous cheeks.

She continued stroking my cock, gently, examining every solitary piece of it, ensuring her finger nails trailed over the most delicate and sensitive parts. One hand lifted my balls, gently feeling them, intending no pain. She lay across me, then very slowly Trudy slid down my body, gasping as her naked body drew over my chest hair. She ran her tongue the full length of my penis, cupping my balls as she did. I lay back, accepting every sensation submissively. Admiring every inch of her body that reflected in the mirror. My hands all but covered her back as I stroked her tenderly.

I felt her mouth at the tip of my penis, wet tongue, hot breath, and then being drawn into her mouth. My head wanted to explode through the sheer ecstasy that ran right through my body. My cock was being drawn further and further into the depths of her mouth and into her throat. I wanted to cum there and then but with a hell of a lot of self control I managed to hold back, allowed her to start gently pumping with her mouth, her hand supporting my stem.

Trudy manoeuvred herself over my face, her pussy such a pleasant and welcoming sight, was already seeping it’s tell tale wetness, its scent so captivating. My fingers parted her lips to reveal her moist pinkness that begged for me.

I traced a finger round her lips, avoiding touching her inside, stroked all around it, as Trudy pressed herself down towards my face. Oh fucking hell, she was so desirable, and wanton. The sensual movements gone Trudy was working me like a piston with her mouth.

It was time to respond... my fingers dipped into her wetness without the slightest resistance. I pursed my lips and gently kissed her, then slid my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her sweetness. Her clitoris was popping out from behind its shield and my teeth homed in on it. Gently, very gently drawing them over it. Trudy groaned with pleasure. My tongue began to work on it, as my fingers dipped inside her, exploring and circling her.

‘I’m cumming!’ I groaned, disappointed that my self control had deserted me. I expected Trudy to push me away but she didn’t. She had me scrotum deep inside, my knob must have been right down her gullet. I shook and shuddered to a pulsating climax. My load exploded in her throat. I couldn’t believe she didn’t gag. One thing’s for sure, she swallowed! But it was me doing the screaming. Fuck, it was so intense, so sensitive.

It must have been the catalyst for Trudy as she began to quiver and quake and suddenly she was cumming too, her cream so warm and tasty. I licked her pussy savouring every drop of her. Oh fucking hell. Beautiful.

For a few moments we stayed in this sensual soixant-neufe. Then she rolled off and lay beside me. Our lips locked together as our fluids mixed into a cocktail of delight. Trudy lay back, she was breathing quite rapidly. We spoke only a few words to each other as we viewed our reflections in the mirror.

Our hands traversed each others bodies. How delightful to play with her pert little nipples and her firm wonderful breasts which turned Trudy on; her hands easily found and caressed my sagging penis. It rose to the occasion once more assuring there was plenty of action to come and come it most surely did.

Trudy straddled me in the cowgirl position, and eased herself down towards my manhood, her juices dripping onto my body. She lowered herself, adjusted the angle of my cock with her hand then slowly took me in, inch by slow inch, watching my face, smiling sexily at my staccato breathing ... circling her hips. Round and round. I was buried deep inside her slight body as Trudy began rocking gently. She took my hand and sucked on my fingers as she circled and rocked more urgently, began to rise and fall on my cock. As she plunged downwards so I thrust up into her. She gurgled and screamed whenever our loins slapped together, the squelching body juices acting as the best lubrication. This was the most sensual sex I had ever had. Trudy controlled the tempo, her climax building until I turned her over.

She knelt, knees apart as my rigidness drove into her, doggy style. Panting heavily I fucked her hard and fast, my hands holding her waist as Trudy pushed back, meeting every single thrust until I felt her judder, then squeal in delight as she reached another mind blasting orgasm.

I pulled out of her, my glistening tool still needing more action. I brushed its head along her heavenly slit up to her clitoris then down to her ass before pushing toward her anus.  My cock popped into her. Her breath caught as I slowly pushed further in. Trudy made guttural noises as I fucked her then squealed again as she orgasmed and gushed juice from her pussy.With rasping breath I thrust until I needed to cum... once again my semen pumped inside her.

We lay for ages in each other’s arms, knowing that our time was short. A shower, another bottle of wine, some whispered promises of more to come in the future, but then it was time to part.

A final, exciting kiss, her hand on my crotch, mine on her buttocks. Then she pushed me away and left. It was the last glance over her shoulder that saddened me. Such a wonderful woman, a great lover but she had to return home to her husband. What a lucky beggar he was!

For me I simply sat down with another bottle of wine and recalled my adventurous journey to be with her. That done the following day I was off on another adventure, but so different. The Everglades beckoned.

[TinyDancer]

WOO for the great ending vinney....am so glad that your final destination was worth all those screwed up flights.  You are a marvelous storyteller!

[aussieslavelover]

hot story plane sex is hot, though can be hard to properly move around in plan toilets.