Monica passes to Veevee

Veevee kissed Monica's cheeks. "Welcome to the club, girl," she said. "Tom, hon," she said to the young man behind her whose erection was prodding her buttocks. "I think it's your turn now."

Monica giggled, a disconnected, sex-drunk sound. Tom's girlfriend perched on the washstand, sweaty, flushed, and limp from the lesbian orgasm Veevee had given her.

"Uh. Yeah," Tom said. Monica's brush-cut, goateed boyfriend was clearly erect and ready for some kind of action. Though there was a naked woman pressed between him and his bottomless girlfriend.

Hank smiled, sitting on the toilet lid with his knee pressing Tom's leg. He wondered if Monica was still up to being Tom's partner for his Mile High Club initiation, after that earth-shaker orgasm.

"Monica sweetie," Veevee said, "Your boyfriend's ready for you. Are you up to it?"

"I just wanna feel the glow," Monica said.

"But what about me?" Tom protested.

Veevee raised her eyebrows at Monica. "Would you like me...?"

"Yes," Monica said. "Tom honey?"

"What?"

"Can Veevee take you there?" Monica said.

"Shoot," he said, looking over Veevee's shoulder at his girlfriend, glowing from the orgasm Veevee just tickled out from her.

"I'd love to," Veevee said.

"But..." Tom said.

"Go right ahead, Tom," Hank said.

"'Kay," he said.

"Come right in, Tom," Veevee invited him. She bent forward and leaned into Monica.

"Okay," Tom said.

Monica reached around Veevee's waist and spread her buttocks. Tom saw his target, bent his knees and pushed forward.

"Oh yess," Veevee sighed as Tom penetrated her.

Monica giggled. "Sky-high, Tom. Fuck her sky-high."

"'Kay Mon," he said. "God that's good."

"You're welcome, Tom," Veevee said. "Your cock feels so good."

Hank smiled and added to a count he kept in his memory. His figure for "Boys Veevee Has Scored With" was lower than the actuality, he was sure, but it pleased him to keep track. Tom's leg rubbed against Hank's as he started thrusting into Veevee.

Hank watched Tom's balls rise and tighten as the young man fucked Hank's wife. "Boys Hank Has Drilled" would not gain today, Tom had made clear. Not that there would even be room. Hank sat in the tightly cramped bathroom and enjoyed watching the motion of the young man's butt. He hoped the next occupant would be pleased at the fog of sex scents that would greet him or her. Mostly hot girl scent.

Hank unwrapped the condom and suited himself up just in case. Hopefully Veevee would be up for a second go.

"Ooh-oo-oo-ooh!" Tom said, the rhythm of his thrusting stuttering.

"Tom sweetie?" Monica said.

"She's squeezin. Fuck!" Tom said.

"Show me," Monica said.

Tom's face reddened. "Gonna..."

"Get her," Monica said. She spread and squeezed Veevee's butt.

Tom looked down at his girlfriend's hands holding Veevee wide open for him. His cock in her pussy. Her spread buns. Her hot pink asshole. "Fuck Mon that's beautiful," he said. He thrust deeply. "Ahh..."

"Get it," Veevee said, and squeezed down on Tom again.

"Yeah fuck, oh, AH!" Tom cried. His cock erupted inside Hank's wife and Tom joined Monica as a fully paid member of the Mile-High Club.

Tom and Monica said thanks to Veevee and Hank, but especially Veevee as the woman who had just initiated each of them into the Mile-High Orgasm Club. They sorted themselves out and Tom and Monica squeezed out of the airplane lavatory.

"How was the ride, Vee?" Hank asked. "Tom do you good?"

"Mmm-hmm. You know how I love the boys, Hank," his wife said. She laughed. "Though Monica's the real firecracker. I think she runs the show for them sexually." Veevee wiggled her hips. "Hey, room for one more?" she asked.

"You're not sore from that awkward position?" Hank asked.

"Nope. I'm Veevee, fly me!"

"Show me to my seat, miss?" Hank said, waving his erection. "Or is there any way I could help you out first? Maybe for an upgrade?"

"What did you have in mind, sir?" Veevee asked.