New York

Alex had never been to New York, although having seen it in so many movies and tv shows, he felt like he had. The airplane, a 767 completely covered in cartoonish picture of naked women engaged in various sex acts, was boarding by the time Alex’s new family arrived.

“Oh! Mister Alexander!” The raven-haired flight attendant blushed as she took the six boarding passes from one of Alex’s wives, “I didn’t know we’d be having a celebrity on our flight!”

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself a celebrity…” Alex began.

“Oh nonsense,” she cut him off, “not one woman on our flight crew can fall asleep without a go at one of your dildos.” She handed the boarding passes back, then let her hand slide down to Alex’s groin, feeling him through his pants. “I’ve always wondered how true to form they are. Maybe I could take a little peak?”

“Perhaps after we have gotten to our seats,” Alex’s red headed wide stated, leading the group down the passage to the airplane, “although from what I understand of how these things work, my husband might be a bit busy until we land.”

“What do you mean, busy?” Alex asked.

“Oh don’t be silly, sugarplum,” she responded, “you know I don’t have a head for all that science and engineering stuff. You leave the cooking and cleaning to me, and I’ll leave that to my big man!”

Starting to worry that he was about to bite off more than he could chew, Alex began to sweat. What if they expected him to pilot the plane! He didn’t want to be responsible for crashing a airplane, killing all these innocent people!

When they reached the portal to the airplane, his fears seemed to be confirmed. The wives were taken to the right to be seated. From what he could see, each seat came equipped with a phallus pointed up, to be inserted to the passenger’s vagina. “You know,” a chesty attendant said as she saw Alex’s gaze, “for safety.”

She then took Alex by the hand and dragged him into the cockpit. There, three incredibly beautiful women, naked but for their hats, we’re busy flicking dials and turning knobs.

“This is our flight crew,” the attendant said, “Bill Rogers, our pilot,” one of the women saluted, “our co-pilot, Harry Smith,” another salut, “and our navigator, Becky Fast.” This one didn’t salut, but rather approached Alex and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Becky, we are almost ready for take-off,” Bill said in a melodic, playful tone, “could you get Mister Alexander ready?”

“Yes sir,” she responded, her finger nimbly dancing over Alex’s clothes, unbuttoning, unfastening, disrobing until he was completely naked. The pilot turned back at him, smiled, then hit a big pink button on the control panel. The wall beneath the panel slid open, and a round mattress began to slide out. All four of them climbed on as is soon took up the entire cockpit.

“Now lie back,” the copilot, Harry said, her voice whispery and sultry, “we can’t fly without access to our joystick.”

“Pilot, you are cleared for take-off,” came the voice of the control tower over the radio.

“Oh goodie!” The three giggled. Then they got to work. The navigator immediately leaned over Alex’s prone body and placed a nipple in his mouth. The copilot lay down between his legs and began to lick his testicals. The pilot placed her smooth warm hand on Alex’s flaccid penis and manipulated it into an aroused state. Once erect, he could feel the plane begin to move.

“Attention passengers,” Alex heard the announcement from one of the flight attendants, “thank-you for choosing to cum with Orgy Airlines to New York. We hope you have a pleasant flight. The captain has kept the dildo light on, so for your safety and enjoyment, please remain in your seat and experience the pleasure of our in-seat entertainment.”

“Everybody ready?” The pilot asked, and got affirmative grunts from her crew. Then she acrobatically swung her leg over Alex’s body and plopped herself down on his erection, and screamed, “take off!!!!”

And the plane did just that.