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Flying High 
by Phil Phantom (1995)

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A different kind of mile-high club experience. (FFF, 
exh, 1st-lesbian-expr)

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Right after my honeymoon, I left Frank to visit my 
family who had missed our impulsive Las Vegas wedding. 
I boarded a plane in Denver to fly to Dallas where 
they'd meet me. I expected everyone to be at the 
airport, their usual habit. Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, 
Uncle Charles, two brothers and two sisters. I hadn't 
seen them in over a year since going off to college. 

The flight was uneventful except for a brat, two rows 
ahead and across on the left of the aisle, that kept 
trying to look up my short dress. My dress was super 
shear and light, but I had a slip, panties, and bra on, 
so there wasn't much to see. Finally, in frustration, I 
lifted the hem of my dress and said, "There, are you 
satisfied, now?" 

The woman sitting beside me said, "I've always wanted 
to do that." 

"Do you want to change seats? He's still looking." 

"I don't mean I want to; I mean I wish I had the 
courage." 

"I wish I had the courage to go in the rest room and 
take these panties off. I'd fog his glasses for him." 

"I dare you." 

"You dare me?" 

"I double dare you." 

"Nobody double dares Lucy Stevens, I mean Evers. I just 
got married. I should try to keep my panties on now 
that I'm a wife; besides, my husband shaved me on our 
honeymoon. I shaved it again right before we left for 
the airport. If I shot a beaver now, I might do the kid 
brain damage." 

"You've been double dared." 

"Are you serious?" 

"Marge Weaver never double dares unless she is dead 
serious." 

"Save my seat." 

The woman who double dared me had plopped down beside 
me shortly after take off. She was traveling alone and 
wanted company. I was a bit miffed by her intrusion, 
because I had a whole row of seats to myself on the 
near empty plane. I like the window seat and only moved 
to the aisle to make the job of feeding us our in- 
flight snack easier on the flight attendants. I 
intended to scoot back. I didn't want to seem like a 
dumb country girl, all excited by a plane ride, so I 
stayed put on the aisle. Marge seemed so worldly and 
mature, though she wasn't much older than my nineteen 
years. She may have been twenty-two or three. 

I flashed the boy to impress her with my boldness. 
Actually, the boldest thing I ever did was to shave my 
pussy at my husband's request. I was a virgin on my 
wedding night, three weeks prior. Just admitting to 
Marge that I was shaved was a huge step for me. 

When I stripped off my panties in the bathroom, I got a 
terrific rush from my daring act. Marge's obvious 
surprise and approval upon hearing my secret news had 
my heart fluttering. I assumed she'd never heard of 
such an outrageous act. Flashing my shaved and naked 
vagina took all the courage I could muster, but I was 
determined to shock and impress Marge further. 

I returned two minutes later and plopped down. The kid 
immediately turned to gawk. Marge sat forward and 
stared expectantly to my lap. I gave her a curious 
look, then said, "I'm supposed to flash him, not you." 

"I'm the one that double dared you. How will I know you 
took your panties off or have a shaved beaver if I 
don't look?" 

"Good point." I started to lift, but her hand blocked 
me. I said, "What?" 

"Before you do this, we need to go over the terms of 
the dare." 

"There's rules to this?" 

"It's my double dare." 

"All right. What are the rules?" 

"First, slump down in your seat. More. A little more. 
Put your butt on the edge." 

I felt ridiculous, slumped so low that the seat back 
bent my head forward. The boy was all eyes, expecting 
another flash of panties. I said, "You've more than 
piqued his interest already." 

"Now, when you lift your skirt, lift it past your hip 
bones, past here." Marge placed both hands firmly on my 
hip bones, then drew a line across my belly with her 
right hand. I eyed her suspiciously when she touched me 
that way, then more so when she didn't let go. When the 
hand that drew the line rested flat on my pubic mound, 
I knew I had a lesbian in the seat beside me. Having 
never met a real lesbian, I was stunned to find my 
first one looking so normal, so feminine. 

The woman said, "Now, there's a time condition. You 
must maintain your pose until someone comes along. 
Since the plane is almost empty, and they already 
served us, that might be a while. You might ride like 
this all the way to Dallas." 

I felt the pressure increase over my mound and said, 
"Or until Junior says, 'Mommy, Mommy, look what that 
lady's doing.'" 

"He won't say anything. He wants a show; besides, I can 
see her from here. She's asleep." 

She was right; Junior wanted to see my pussy. The 
thought of actually riding two more hours with my naked 
vagina between a horny kid and a lesbian was simply too 
exciting to pass up, though I figured we may get five 
minutes at most. Flight attendants don't stay put, even 
in near-empty planes. I said, "All right. Is there 
anything else?" 

"Yes, you must spread your legs as wide as possible, 
and you can't touch your skirt or close your legs even 
one inch until the pose is legally broken, no matter 
what." 

That crafty lebian knew exactly what to say. "No matter 
what," I may be a country hick, but I knew what that 
meant. I said with a smile, "If you're going to pull 
out a contract, I'd like to run it by my lawyer." 

"I'm queen of the double dares, what can I say? Are you 
chicken?" 

"No, I'm not chicken." 

"All right, then do it." 

I took a gander up and down the aisle, looked at the 
boy, then pulled my skirt up past the line by two 
inches. I fanned my legs out to their maximum, which 
placed my knees three feet apart. The boy's mouth 
dropped. So did the lesbian's. I watched her hand 
travel up my right inner thigh to close on my pussy. I 
said, as fingers slid into my wet slit, "I thought the 
idea was to show him my vagina. All he can see is the 
back of your hand." 

"He's going to see your pussy. I'll see to that, but 
he'll see it wet and juicy as a pussy should be." 

The lesbian's two middle fingers on her right hand 
entered my hole and massaged me internally by rubbing 
against the underside of my pubic bone, massaging my 
'G' spot, I suppose. The first two fingers of her left 
hand rubbed rapidly in short flurries on my clit, just 
the way I like it. I said, "I thought my pussy was wet 
and juicy in the rest room." 

"Bone dry. You ain't seen wet and juicy yet." 

"I take it you've done this before, getting a pussy wet 
and juicy, I mean." 

"A few times. Oh, yeah, baby, you're flowing now. You 
are one hot little bitch, aren't you?" 

"Yes, and if you keep that up, I'm going to be a hot 
little pissing bitch. Oh, god damn! Oh, you fucking 
dyke." 

I couldn't believe I said that; but then, she called me 
a bitch first. She went on, "Come on, Juicy Lucy. Let 
go. Cum for me, sugar. Yeah, baby. Come on. Give it up, 
you juicy little whore." 

"Ugggh! Ohhhhh! Oh Fuck! Oh lord. Oh Jesus. Mother 
fucker. Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! God 
Damnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" 

I never came so hard, or yelled so loudly in whispers. 
I slumped lower in my seat, trying to catch my breath. 
Marge said, "Now let's show the boy some juicy pussy." 
She pulled my cunt lips wide for the boy while blowing 
cool air across the wet membranes of my pussy innards. 
We were startled by a stewardess kneeling by my aisle 
seat. 

The stewardess softly said, "Hey, look, I'm one of the 
sisterhood, but you guys need to get a room." 

Marge did not pause in her activities, and I made no 
attempt to cover myself. The stewardess stared 
longingly at my open spread as Marge said, "This chick 
is straight. I put in some hard work getting her like 
this. This is the room." 

"You have an audience, you know." 

"I know. He's been watching from the start. He won't 
tell. It was his staring up her dress that got her all 
hot and bothered. We're a team." 

"Well, I guess you're pretty safe, come to think of it. 
Most everyone's asleep, and the crew is cool." 

"Great." 

I was stunned when the stewardess said, "You know, he'd 
probably like to see her tits. Let's take the dress 
off." 

"I like your style. I'm Marge; I can see you're Pam." 
Marge offered Pam her sopping wet right hand, and the 
two lesbians shook hands over my face. After the hand 
shake, both licked their hands. I couldn't help but 
wonder if I had witnessed the secret handshake of the 
Sisterhood of Muff. Marge said, "Lift up, sugar puss." 

I lifted my ass to allow Marge to push my dress and 
slip to my middle. When I sat, Marge pulled me forward 
and Pam unzipped the dress. Together, they removed the 
dress and slip. Pam removed my bra. Except for my 
shoes, I was naked on an airplane. 

The stewardess laid all my clothing on the empty seat 
by the window, then pulled a blanket from the overhead 
compartment. She laid the blanket over the clothes and 
said, "If anyone does come, you can cover up with this. 
I'll stay here and serve as a lookout; if that's all 
right with you?" 

Marge said, "Join in; the more the merrier." 

"Thanks, I was hoping you'd share her. I go positively 
ga ga over straight chicks, and this one is gorgeous." 
Pam picked up my left hand, saying, "And she's married, 
too. That's even better." 

I loved the way they talked around me and not to me as 
though I were in the grips of some lesbian trance. With 
all pretense of the game disposed, Marge got down on 
the floor and placed my legs over the arm rests, as Pam 
laid my seat back and knelt by my tits. As Marge went 
down on my pussy, Pam took my left tit and offered the 
squeezed mound to the boy's hungry eyes, saying, "He 
likes these tits. You like these don't you, kid?" 

The grinning boy nodded hard. Pam pinched the nipple to 
distention and flicked the tip with her tongue. "I'll 
bet you'd like to do this to them... [flick, flick] ... 
and this... [flutter, flutter, flick, flick, nibble]." 

She sucked most of my tit in her mouth and sucked hard 
while softly chewing. Marge's talented mouth quickly 
had me grinding my loins, and Pam's efforts had me 
arching my back. They quickly brought me to a state of 
delirium, then Pam stood and pulled her skirt up from 
the center of the hem, exposing her bare pussy through 
pantyhose that had no crotch panel. 

I stared at the pussy framed by nylon. She had a soft, 
pretty pussy free of all hair, and a gold ring in her 
clit. She thrust her mound forward toward my face in 
blatant offering, saying, "Eat me, bitch!" 

In my lesbian-induced trance, I dove at the pussy with 
a flailing tongue and incurred more slanderous 
invectives, such as: "Suck my cunt, you little whore!" 
and "Lick my pussy, slut!" 

I screamed out a muff-muffled climax, then sucked a 
climax out of Pam. I remained glued to the cunt to 
slurp the product of that climax, as Pam held her cunt 
lips open and instructed me to clean her pussy good. I 
pulled my face in tightly by gripping Pam's firm ass. 
As the job neared completion, Pam said, "I've got to 
bring Sherry in on this. She'd kill me if I had a 
straight chick and didn't bring her in on it. Do you 
mind?" 

Marge lifted up with a totally wet face and said, "Like 
I said, the more the merrier." 

Pam adjusted her skirt and headed up the aisle, pausing 
to ruffle the boy's hair in passing. He watched her ass 
shimmy down the aisle in her tight-assed skirt. She 
returned minutes later with a short smiling blond 
wearing a pixie hair cut. Both rubbed the boy's head. 
When the blond stood over me and gazed on my body, she 
said, "Oh, god, she's a doll." 

Her slender fingers went into my crotch as Marge made 
room. Her free hand massaged my tit flesh. Sherry 
brought pussy-wet fingers to her lips and sucked, 
making a face like a kid sucking chocolate. She cleaned 
her fingers then raised her skirt as Pam had, showing 
another shaved, ringed pussy framed by nylon. Hers also 
had a rose tattoo on the left cunt lip with the stem 
disappearing in her pussy. I licked the rose, then 
licked the pot. I came while licking the pot. Ten 
minutes later, the pot came, and I came again under 
Pam's talented tongue. 

For two hundred and eighty miles, the three lesbians 
took turns trading places. Had it not been for the 
mother waking up and dragging the boy away, we might 
have gone three-twenty. As it was, I had just enough 
time to get back in my clothes and freshen-up, but 
Marge would not give me anything but the dress. 
Lesbians turn into bitches if you refuse to go home 
with them to join the Sister's of Muff and learn the 
secret handshake. When I persisted, she ripped up my 
bra, panties, and my slip. I had no carry-on luggage. 
The dress was all I had; everything else was in the 
baggage compartment. 

I stood before the mirror of that bathroom and stared 
at the sight my family would see. Though the dress had 
a flowery print, everything showed through; my tits, my 
nipples, my denuded pussy crack, even my ass crack 
showed. I was as good as naked in pumps, and I saw no 
alternative but to exit the plane that way. I scrubbed 
my face and gargled with hand soap. My family is big on 
hugs and kisses. 

I stayed in the bathroom until Pam called everyone to 
return to their seats. Marge was gone when I got there, 
but the boy and his mother weren't. He looked for more 
beaver as she fought to wrest him into his seat facing 
forward, looking back occasionally to me and firing me 
a look that said, "You are the most disgusting person 
I've ever seen." 

I was the last person to exit the plane and had to pass 
Pam and Sherry on the way out. Pam said, "Hope you had 
a nice flight." Sherry said, "Come again." As I passed 
by, two pairs of slimy wet hands covered my face, 
mouth, and neck. Those bitches slimed me. I struggled 
free of those laughing bitches, reeking of the 
Sisterhood's revenge. 

I walked off that plane on shaky legs, smelling like 
low tide, terrified of meeting my family. I paused in 
the ramp-way to decide how to act. I could think of no 
story that would explain my loss of under clothes that 
wasn't worse than letting them think I dress this way. 
I had told them that I'd undergone many changes. With 
no other choice, I squared my shoulders and entered the 
boarding area. Nine jaws dropped in unison. Mom said, 
"Lucy." 

The name fell from her lips like a wet turd. I moved 
bravely forward and said, "Hi everybody. I'm home." You 
should have seen their faces after hugs and kisses. 
After wiping her lips on the back of her hand, Mom 
said, "Lucy, you've got some splainin' to do." 

Like I said, other than that, the flight was 
uneventful. 

The End 

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