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Ground Control
by Roccotool (http://roccos.blogbugs.org/)
***
Two female flight attendants. One man. Fly the
friendly bed. (FFM, bi, voy, oral, bd, smoking, rom)
***
I smeared the eggs with the last piece of toast and
looked at her across my cup of Joe. Flight-attendant
Sequoia had thrown on a large T-shirt but rested her
foot on a rung of my kitchen chair, allowing a full
view just under the seam. It would've been startling,
but it was something I'd just seen after a night of fun
with her.
She fluffed the hem against her bare flesh and smiled.
"It's just a little shorter than my minis. Anyway, do
you always have to eat after you've just had a woman?"
I nodded. "It always has a way of energizing me."
I'll bet any man would need energy to keep up with her,
due to her long, blonde, Swedish-looking hair that came
down and winked at her nipples in the morning light.
Those sat on firmly-rounded C cups that looked up at
you when you kissed her. If those weren't looking at
you, her flecked green eyes did, coupled with a wry
smile. She lit a 120 cigarette and settled back,
studying me.
"Well save it, I'm tired." A toothy grin blew blue
smoke slowly to the ceiling. "You're pretty good. I
liked it. It was one of those rare occasions I wish I'd
have been your ex, Breann."
My ex, Breann. We'd been something, a couple, for two
years. That was until I came home one day and found all
of her stuff gone, except for her goodbye note. Many
nights were spent contemplating what happened and why,
only to be washed away in alcohol and sleep. All the
other flight attendants at the airline loved her and I
suspected she was still with the company, somewhere.
Bits and pieces of gossip.
Everyone noticed her. Jet-black hair ran straight down
a back that ended with two small, raised buns. Slender
legs ran up to small hips that were a delight to hold,
and the light on them was shadowed from a pair of 42s.
I got lots of elbows in the side when my pilot buddies
saw her and remarked on her. They knew she lived with
me. Everyone did, including her girlfriends that would
ask to spend the night with us.
She continued. "You're an appealing guy, Roc. Would you
like to know why?"
"Enlighten me."
"Every woman in the company knows you took a hit from a
beautiful woman, without as much as a goodbye."
"Yes," I said, remembering.
Her cheeks depressed and showed off high cheekbones as
she drew on the cigarette. "I'm sure you don't want to
talk about it, but I do. Let me get to the point.
You're a man who has been hurt. Along with that is the
challenge. Do you know what the challenge is?"
"What?"
"The challenge is whether or not me, or any woman, can
make you forget Breann."
"And the attendants want to take that challenge, huh?"
Green eyes sparkled. "Of course. I'll have a challenge
for you tonight."
"You will, huh?"
"Uhhuh. A double-challenge. Say, 7 PM?"
"No can do, sugar. I have a puddle-jump flight to make
and a Guinness waiting for me at home after."
She thought about it a moment and rested an elbow on
the table, while her finger drew the shirt's hem up.
Her thigh swung to the side a little more and a large
plop of bubbly cum leaked from her creamy slit.
"Think of me when you're sipping that beer, then."
***
The runway zoomed towards me and the plane was safely
on the ground when thoughts returned about Sequoia.
What did she mean by that "double-challenge"? I know
Breann always remarked about how the blonde liked to
push the limits and I was turning over the idea of
seeing her anyway, despite my plans to relax. After
all, rest and relaxation is done in many ways. Some do
it scaling cliffs or hang-gliding, which is hardly the
same as a lounge chair and a brew.
Oh Breann. If you only knew what your friend wanted to
do with me. If only I knew what she wanted to do with
me.
There was a feeling in the city air on the ride home
and you could sense it. Smiles and a faster paced
replaced the working-hours one and I popped the top of
the drink I promised myself when I got to my crib.
Thoughts of a writhing blonde on her bed returned. Did
she just want another romp? I could drink this any
night at any time, and I knew I wouldn't get an offer
like that very often, especially from a tiger like her.
I sudsed up, shaved and splashed on the after shave.
Good thing I'd had some threads ready from the
cleaners. I strode back to the car and flew off into
the night, not really knowing what to expect. Digging
into the dark corners was my game and now I was driving
to the answer. I had to. I was curious. I hoped I'd
like what I would find.
Hard footsteps echoed in the cold, night air and I
thought I caught a whiff of a memorable perfume, but
paid it no mind. I took a deep breath and rapped on the
door. What greeted me was a remarkable sight and one I
would never forget. Sequoia wore a partly-sheer demi-
bra and corset that deepened a cleavage and left me
with ideas for it. The outfit flared only slightly, and
tightly, over hips that teased with a shiny, red G-
string and smooth legs that needed no adornment. It all
dimmed by those shiny eyes again and she exhaled over
my head from a cigarette.
"Guess you're all rested up, huh? It's good to see
you."
"It's good to be seen. But then again, seeing you like
this is better."
"You're the second one to say that," she grinned and
stepped on the cigarette with stilettos. "Come inside
and you'll see more."
I stepped in and already started unbuttoning my shirt
when I glanced in the bedroom. Sequoia followed up
behind me and helped me work the buttons while slipping
her hand down my six-pack to my crotch; warm, full
pillows against my back. At that moment, I didn't need
any jump-start for stimulation, because Breann was on
her bed.
"What a surprise, meeting you here," she winked and
made the words drip with sarcasm. She was completely
naked and each wrist was bound to two widely-spaced
bedposts, one knee writhing over the other while still
in her stockings. My jaw hit the floor in a hypnotic
gaze.
"Go say hello, it's been a while," Sequoia cooed in my
ear and I was on all fours over Breann in no time,
plunging my tongue into her familiar mouth and loving
her soft moans. My hand liked getting to know her again
and it traveled over every part of her body while we
kissed. I popped the smooch and wriggled from my pants.
"Flight attendants aren't supposed to be grounded," I
said, throwing my shirt to the floor and releasing the
heavy cologne.
"Don't worry, "she said. "All of us will be in a
heavenly destination in no time."
"Well, I hope I didn't interrupt your…flight."
"Nonsense," Sequoia said, taking a seat in a wicker
chair and smoking leisurely. "We're glad you're here to
add to the fun. We were just commenting on how we
needed a man to complete the party."
Breann added: "Now fuck me and let's start this one."
Her small ass was light in my hands when I lifted it,
and I gave her a preview of what to expect with my
heavy meat slipping on her soaked slit. We locked eyes
as I sat there, back on my ankles, and the view of my
cockhead playing with her pussy lips was overwhelming.
The foreplay was done, supplied already by the
beautiful blonde, and the scent of Breann's honey made
me want her badly.
"God, I've missed that," she cooed. "Give it to me."
Every thought of rushing was pushed out of my head as I
slowly eased into her after seeing my thick ropes of
cock-veins wave her bare drapes aside. My chest heaved
with an inrush of air and I closed my eyes in bliss
momentarily, her gasp dreamlike while I continued
onward and soon nudged her cervix; her hips held in
strong hands.
"That's it, that's it. Use me, Roc. Oh, fuck yeah," she
said, and our moans and grunts alternated while the
slippery sex sounds echoed around us. Sequoia stared
intently and I noticed she had two long fingers dipped
into herself, her thumb swirling on her clit. "God,
that's hot," she murmured and I winked back at her,
pulling Breann onto me fully yet again. I placed my
hand on her tummy and asked, "Feel that? Hmm, slut?
Feel what I'm doing to you?" She paused and let out a
gasp and said, "Yeah, you're fucking me really well."
Just slow, sensual thrusting was all we needed. All I
needed, since I could feel my balls getting ready to
explode and I needed to pace myself. Already pacing
yourself, Roc. Damnit. I grabbed both jiggling D-cup
tits and held on, her nipples given an occasional pull
and twist, and I could feel her clench me more as I let
her do the pumping. She circled on me and performed a
slow grind, first one way, then the other, eyes looking
into my blue ones while giving me the best lap dance in
the world. Her words came in staccato sentences because
each time I fully penetrated her, she exhaled and
grunted.
It went on like that for quite some time. You could
only hear the tick tick tick of the grandfather's clock
and both girls' gasping and moaning, punctuated with my
own deep, loud grunts at the ceiling. A steady pour of
emotions and sexuality, with its own unique rhythm.
"Bet I…bet I can make you cum, Roc," she taunted, her
chin lifting while eyes closed in ecstasy. I could hear
the effect of those words on Sequoia as she let out a
loud whimper and orgasmed on the spot, fully three
fingers inside her and her hair thrashing around behind
the chair. Breann grinned to herself, knowing her
friend came, but she kept her eyes locked on mine. I
pulled both nipples up simultaneously and held them
there and she replied with a furious tilt and pump of
her ass and hips; like a slut does, a good one, with
the rest of her body motionless.
Right at the edge of total bliss and with my cock being
pumped faster than with her hand, Sequoia shoved my sac
against her and I exploded. All I could do was grip the
blonde's hair behind me and enjoy the ride and I
watched wave after wave flow through me and make
Breann's body undulate.
I had Sequoia's hair in a spasming grip, Breann's whole
breast in my other hand, and both of them taunting me
to cum some more, and soon you could see the sticky
churn of cum bubbles oozing from her satisfied snatch.
Sequoia made sure two people were getting it good with
her hand nicely holding my sac and cock against her. I
made my ex-girlfriend's tummy ripple a few more times
and I was done, collapsing back on the bed and then
recuperating in another chair while they embraced.
Sequoia thought it was a very nice surprise to see Roc
there, and even to smell his scent all over Breann as
she kissed her. She didn't expect him here at all
tonight; thought it was going to be a one-on-one party.
Not that she was jealous of sharing. Who was she
"sharing", after all? She'd had Roc the previous
morning, and now here was Breann underneath her,
swirling tongue and lips against hers while they both
kneaded each other's tits gently.
And if Roc was the one sharing, he had every right to.
When Breann dumped him that one fateful day, she felt
sorry for him. It wasn't Roc's fault that Breann got
transferred and she never did communicate all that
well. That was the business; people got moved all the
time.
Breann's loss would be her gain someday, and that day
turned into a kinky night. Patience wasn't one of her
virtues and she wondered when her chance would be. But
then she got sidetracked and took in Breann's eyes
again and the coo and shape of her mouth when she said,
"Lick My pussy, baby." Bitch was always so direct about
things. Maybe that's why Roc liked her so much.
"Did ya hear that? Your girl wants me to taste her.
Both of you." Sequoia winked and slid her body down
Breann's, placing slight kisses with well-puckered
lips, each one clearly heard. She loved giving a show;
the night at the orgy will always be a closely held
secret.
A throbbing nub was directly in front of her eyes when
she pushed two well-manicured fingers inside the
velvet-lined box. It made her own clit quiver and she
silently wondered when Roc was going to get with the
program and take her from behind. Enough waiting. Time
to cum again. She slapped her ass, grinned at him, and
said, "Come and get it, cowboy."
I threw the towel aside and was glad the "girly show"
was over. Sequoia kept both fingers inside the slut
when I came up behind her and embraced. Both tanned 42-
inch tits lifted heavily in my hands and her perfume
sizzled against my nose when I kissed her neck.
Gripping her silk locks, I pushed her head back down to
take care of Breann's business and kicked one of her
legs aside, hearing a giggle in the process.
"Fuck her little pussy with that tongue, slut. I want
to see her cum on it." Approving moans bounced off the
walls and I spanked her clit with my pulsing meat a few
times. It was time to get some dessert from that
breakfast and I suddenly thrust into her. A wide-
mouthed gasp blasted Breann's pussy and was drowned-out
when my pecs heaved and I grunted at the ceiling.
I had to rock her hips and ass back onto me with the
heels of my hands to give her the full-length fucking
she was going to get from me, and even then the
insatiable slut was snapping her hips expertly. The
creaking of the bed was right in step with the jiggle
of Breann's tits, the jangle of the cuffs against the
wood, and the small, pumping ass that would continually
bang my muscled, sweaty thighs. Squeaky, moist slurps
and kisses could be heard and I pushed her head into
her some more, just for good measure.
I could see Breann was enjoying things immensely and
had started arching her back, getting ready for orgasm-
time. Bright fingernails sunk into one of Breann's
heaving tits while I slapped a hanging orb of
Sequoia's. It produced a startled moan from her, but a
second one was even louder as I smacked her small bun
soundly. It was all so much; all so intense. I decided
to join the gals in a three-way orgasm and the air
cracked as the heat, sounds, and smells intensified in
an intoxicating mix.
The room blurred and all I could feel, all any of us
could feel, were sensations that our bodies couldn't
contain. I humped over Sequoia and rocked on her little
ass, pile-driving my meat into her bare snatch while my
V-shape slid with sweat-drenched pecs and a six-pack on
her flesh. I have no idea if she even noticed; both
gals started squealing with each other while I mumbled
a few dirty Italian words across them.
They did that dramatic turn of the corner when both
their bodies moved and swam fluidly; a gentle waltz
while their beings connected. Sequoia kept her pinned
with her tongue and each small movement sent a blissful
shiver throughout Breann's body, and that only made the
blonde shake under me some more as I felt the squirt. I
rocked into her again while pushing her head onto that
dripping slit and the bed squeaked with the writhing.
Some magical communication happens in bed sometimes and
I didn't even have to ask Sequoia to turn around and
get ready to collect some cum in her mouth; she did it
automatically with panting breath. I drew some of her
thick hair aside to let Breann see, yet I knew she was
not only going to witness it, but taste me, too.
A few amazing pumps of the Swede's sultry lips and
throat on my log had both Breann and myself wonder how
she did it. And it happened so quickly, all I could do
was hold on and watch. The first shot made her moan
faintly and I loved the sensation of my balls jumping
each time a load shot up my cock. "Save it, all of it,
slut," I grunted, with my blue eyes rolling back.
"Damn, girl," I hissed, feeling her deplete all of me
while I noticed her cheeks properly chock-full.
"Give me some of that," Breann cooed, and Sequoia
promptly let my cum trickle from her pouty lips onto
the brunette's waiting mouth. They slowly kissed with
wide-open mouths, and each churn of their tongues made
some of me seep out.
I eased the DC-10 onto the runway and brought the
throttles down on all the engines. It's funny how you
try to push something from your mind so you can
concentrate, but it doesn't work because you've done
the same task countless times. The mind especially
doesn't want to cooperate when it wants to return to
kinky thoughts. The knobs of the throttles turned into
firm breasts and nipples and I had to chuckle to myself
in the cabin.
The copilot gave me a funny look and said, "What's so
funny?"
I glanced at my hand and smiled, "Oh, nothing. I'm just
a little energized today."
END
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