Archive name : benwa.txt ( MF, Asian, mile-high ) author name : F.Y. ( accost withheld ) narration statute title : BEN-WA little girl

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As a salesman for a turgid tummy, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more wind up than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, strange flight.

I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a long origin of people waiting to go through the alloy detector. I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with the others until I saw the cause of the logjam : A vision of Far Eastern comeliness in a skirt unforesightful than Heather Locklear 's on 'Melrose Place'had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still kept setting off the detector. The poor matter was turning a lovely pink from embarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidly expanding cock went out to the girl.

Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonishment, she stuck a hand under her skirt and squatted as if she were about to take a dump right there on the flooring. Elegantly plopping two little steel balls on the transporter belt, she swished through the detector and out of my life.

She 's probably going to L.A., I thought as I forlornly boarded my plane. I could n't get the impression of her redden facial expression and pushpin teat, erect with agitation, out of my promontory. Luckily, my tray hid the bulge in my trouser when the stewardess served me my boozing. As soon as she was gone, I headed for the bathroom to quickly whack off, covering my genital organ with an publication of 'Elle'which would serve up me once I was in the restroom as well.

The expansion slot on the starting time door translate 'Unoccupied'. I pushed it open and there stood the 'Ben-wa egg daughter', completely naked, bent over to examine her plane kitty-cat for ingrown hairs. Before I could stammer out an apologia, she yanked me into the diminutive way, shut the door and slid the Occupied signaling in place.

`` Thank God ! '' she declared. `` I 've been waiting 20 minutes for soul to use this toilet. ''

She clamped a bridge player over my sassing when I tried to speak.

`` We have to be very quietly, '' she whispered, unzipping my fly with her exempt hand. She sat on the pipe bowl, pulling my trouser down with her. Out take shape my buckram cock, which she immediately devoured whole. Snorting furiously, she slammed her head down on my rod again and again, as if she were trying to bust a hole right through the roof of her sassing. Her hands flew everywhere, massaging my hips and thigh and kneading my intumesce glob sac and strained butt cheeks.

So this is the sea mile senior high Club, I thought. Why did n't I join sooner ? I gritted my tooth to continue from groaning with pleasure as the girl sucked relentlessly on my prick.

The plane hit an air pocket, and I fell forward, moaning loudly when my bastard hit the vertebral column of her throat. As the miss sat choking, split welling up in her eyes, the steward knocked on the door and asked if I was all right.

`` Tell him you 're airsick, '' coughed the lady friend, seeing my panic-stricken expression.

I moaned emphatically. `` I, uh, have diarrhea. ``

'' Sorry about that, sir. ''

'' Diarrhea ! '' snickered the young woman after he left. `` I 'd better plug it up. '' She hooked a saliva-slicked digit in my asshole and speared her headland on my tool once again.

That did it. My balls gave a portentous rumble. But no way was I going to come without sampling that bare puss. I snatched my hammer from the little girl 's famished jaws before it could blast off.

Unfazed, the girl skillfully hopped onto the sinkhole and, wrapping her limber wooden leg around my cervix, pulled my mouth down to her twat. I rubbed my cheek along her clean-shaven pussy mound, marveling at its child balminess, but she drew me in closer, mashing her slit against my backtalk. Slipping my knife in, I fucked her yawning cakehole until her succus plastered my face.

I was lost in the heady perfume of her velvet cunt when I heard a garish banging on the door.

`` Hey, what did you do, fall in ? '' An impatient passenger was spoiling the company. Thinking quickly, I made diarrhea farting noises with my mouth. The knocking stopped.

`` piece of ass me now, before we 're interrupted again, '' demanded the girlfriend, releasing me from her legs and pushing me back onto the toilet. She gracefully alighted from her perch and eased her lithe body onto my throbbing prick, facing me. Her constrict fiddling snatch fit my dick like a boxing glove. As she slid up and down, she drew in her fumble muscularity, squeezing my rod even pie-eyed, until I thought the school principal would burst out-of-doors, flooding her insides with bubbling crude.

Gradually the little girl picked up speed, frantically hopping up and down and humping her clit against the basis of my putz. Finally, she rose on my terminal, keeping only the head in, planted her human foot firmly on the floor and dropped her body down with a hit, until my shaft felt like it was clogging her windpipe. Her head snapped back, and she writhed on my pulsing pecker like a nonplus pig, humming steadily through her tightly closed lips.

This baby-doll deserved a treat-one I reserve for only my most limited girlfriends, because it requires a lot of strength. I was near the end, but I pride myself on my endurance. Digging my fingers into her smooth ass face, I stood up quickly, carrying the girl with me.

`` Hey, what are you doing ? '' she exclaimed, squirming on my cock. `` You 've got to be careful- ''

Her point bashed into the low roof, and she was knocked out. The weight of her unconscious consistence falling knocked me into the doorway, forcing it unfastened, and we toppled into the aisle, where a panicky stewardess dropped a capital of Zimbabwe steak dinner party on my head.

I 'm writing this from my cell, holding one ice multitude on my skull and another on my sore cock, but I do n't regret a single second. In fact, now I have a salutary use for all those frequent handbill miles.

F.Y. Pottstown, Pennsylvania

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It 's alright to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it is n't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with hoi polloi former than a trusted partner. You only have one consistence per life-time, so accept good caution of it !

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( Originally published in : ) Kristen 's collection - Directory 1

*Addtional Introduction ( would have made the regular Introduction, above, TOO long : )

... sex on an airplane while in flight ) - tale codes which are NOT included in the story codification ( themes ) choices.

Also - since ONLY one ( 1 ) `` genre '' selection is allowed I have placed this story in `` Fiction, '' although it also has elements of a potential `` True account. ''