Fly

Just your luck.

Your whole life people have looked down on you, tormented you, or worse, ignored you because of your looks and the first time a girl shows interest you have a flight to catch. Maybe she knows that and she's tormenting you; women have certainly done you worse in the past. As much as you'd love to call her bluff and ask her to fuck you in the bathroom just to see her shocked reaction you absolutely cannot miss this flight. Your parents saved up to get you this trip to California and if they found out you missed your flight to hit on the ticket girl your ass would be grass.

"Just trying to make my flight" you say to her, still slightly winded from your jog. You make no attempts to hide your open lusting after her exposed breasts, and your eyes remain firmly glued to those gorgeous mounds the entire time you speak to her. In your peripheries you see her smile only widen and her blush deepen. Fuck, maybe she's not fucking with you; it could be the biggest mistake of your life to pass this up, and you decide to do as much as you can while still making it to your seat.

After she rips your pass and hands you your stub, you jump into action. Quickly snatching a piece of paper and pen off of her desk in front of you, you scrawl your name and phone number along with a short message and pass it to Grace, attempting to give her your cockiest smile (you don't have much experience there) and stroll into the hallway connecting the gate to the aircraft. The note read:

John Doe

(717) 654-3893

Send me something nice.

It's the first time in your life you've tried something so bold, but hey, you're 18 now, you might as well try to be a bit adventurous, especially when Grace was giving you such clear signals. If they were genuine, that is.

Still pulling your carry-on luggage, you're greeted by a middle-aged stewardess and shown to your seat. Oddly enough, she actually follows you to where you're supposed to be, her hand on your shoulder the entire time. You've flown before and this is definitely not normal, but you're too uncomfortable to really make mention of it. After you've stowed your luggage overhead and as you sit down (thank God you got an aisle seat), the older woman gives you a loving look and asks if everything is okay with your seat. Thinking it's an odd question and demeanor, you half-jokingly reply, "Well I'd prefer first-class but I guess it's alright."

Her expression shifts in an instant. While still gazing on you with what you could only describe as real affection, a look of concern is now marring her heavily-painted features, and her eyes shift around nervously.

"Oh dear let me see what I can do for you, sir, give me just a moment!" She stammers out and scoots away to another portion of the aircraft. As she retreats you appreciate her wide hips and big ass. She seems to be a bit on the plumper side but her tight stewardess' skirt is being stretched obscenely to accommodate her sizable butt -- still being a virgin, you can't help but fantasize for a moment about how it would feel to bury your face between those plump cheeks and drive your horny teenage tongue straight into her h-

"Pardon me" a masculine voice rings out beside you. Turning your head, you notice that an older gentleman with salt-and-pepper hair is your seat-mate (poor bastard got the middle seat) and you politely let him up for whatever business he needs to attend to. He hurries away and when you sit back down you see what his large frame was obscuring from you: a young blonde girl sits near the window, absorbed in a book with headphones lodged firmly in her lily-white ears. Blue eyes dart back and forth, clearly reading at a fast pace, and an adorable pair of large-rimmed glasses perch on her nose. Every now and then, as she reads, she has to push them up to stop them falling off her little face. She's dressed very conservatively, but she has assets she couldn't hide even if she wanted to. Beneath her baggy black hoodie an enormous pair of breasts juts forward, lewdly straining at the material of her jacket. Her waist is thin, and she doesn't appear to have much fat on her middle at all. Her lower half is a different story. The girl's thighs are exquisitely shaped and just plump enough to make your mouth begin to water. The button on her jeans threatens to pop from being pulled so tightly by her swelling hips, and cling to her bottom tightly enough that you can tell it must be an incredible ass, even as she sits.

Needless to say, after being hit on by the receptionist, fantasizing about the stewardess' behind, and being given a front-row seat to this obscenely-proportioned young blonde, your cock is straining to be released from the confines of your pants. As if your tool summoned a message for you by magic, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Thankfully your telephone is in your right pocket. If it had been in your left, your hand might have to brush your engorged cock to remove it and who knows if you'd be able to resist running to the bathroom to beat out a load or two.

Checking your notifications, you see a number you don't recognize has sent you an image. Hm, weird. Well you did just get a new phone last week as an early birthday present; maybe it's a friend or family member whose number you forgot to migrate over. Opening the image, you blush and lock your phone screen immediately.

Yup, it's jerk-off-in-the-bathroom time.

Nervously, you stand, and the blonde girl notices your bulge, her baby blue eyes going wide with an emotion you're too horny to recognize at the moment. You push yourself forward to the small bathroom entrance, and thankfully no one is trying to make it there as well. You open the door, sit on the toilet, and open the attachment once again.

There on your phone screen, in all their enormous, milky-white glory, are Grace's naked tits.

The image is of her entire body in a closet somewhere. The ascot still rests below her neck, emphasizing her nude torso and proudly-displayed breasts. The freckles on the top of her titties match those on her smiling cheeks, and cute, dime-sized pink nipples stand erect, begging you to suck them and paint them white with cum. Grace has taken this photo herself, as one hand holds her phone in front of a mirror. Her free hand is hooked into the waist of her navy-blue skirt, slightly pulling it down to reveal the top of a pair of lacy white panties.

Fucking score! What better birthday gift could you ask for than a slutty selfie from a whorish girl you spoke one sentence to?

With your eyes glued to the image of Grace's body, you unzip your pants, pool them and your underwear at your ankles, and begin gently jacking yourself, imagining your mouth, hands, and cock all over her exposed chest, tweaking her nipples, licking the deep valley of her cleavage, and plunging your length between them to fuck her tits with abandon. You try to imagine her sultry moans, the feel of her soft, pale flesh teasing and caressing your body, and wondering whether you'd find a thatch of trimmed red hair when you greedily snake your hand into her little white panties, searching for her clit and driving your fingers home into her sopping wet snatch.

You close your eyes in ecstasy, knowing your climax is near. The images you bring to the front of your mind become more depraved, more primal. You see the older stewardess lifting her skirt to show you a bare ass and pussy beneath, before sitting squarely on your face and grinding her hot cunt into your nose and mouth. You imagine the young blonde passenger two seats down from you shedding her clothes to show off her goddess' body to you, then bending over the seat and spreading her big white asscheeks wide and begging you to **** her holes. In your mind's eye, you see her bespectacled face look over her shoulder and whimper, desperately pressing her ass back towards you, and the moment your cock pops into the ring of her ultra-tight butthole, her eyes go wide and she flexes her ass to clamp down on your head, pushing you over the edge.

That'll do it. Eyes still clamped shut, your toes curl and your hips thrust upward, trying desperately to impregnate a booty that exists only in your mind. You gasp involuntarily, then take a breath in sharply when you feel an unexpected sensation and your climax begins. Your eyes shoot open to see the blonde girl, the actual girl, in the flesh, her mouth agape and hovering over the tip of your cock, her small pink tongue sticking out and resting gently on the head of your prick. With a sense of horror, confusion, and **** arousal, huge ropes of cum begin firing forth from your rod, first painting the girls alabaster cheeks and one hitting her glasses before she realizes what's happening, clamps her mouth around the head of your cock, and takes the next hot loads directly into her mouth. Deciding to go for broke, you take huge fistfuls of her straight, beautiful hair and ram your cock as far into her gob as it can fit. One of your hands disentangles itself long enough to slide down and squeeze one giant breast _hard. _The young girl's eyes go wide and she moans onto the first third of your prick, only enticing it to fire larger, more brain-meltingly powerful loads as her reward. Your mind is reeling and you don't quite know what's going on, but all the same you savor every second you paint this teen's throat with your seed.

Eventually the torrent subsides, and the girl's eyes look up at yours, pleadingly. It's like she's asking permission to remove her mouth from your tool, but you have the distinct feeling she'd keep you sheathed in her hot hole as long as you wanted her there. There's a certain aura of submission coming off of her, and it's something you understand implicitly, even though you're almost sure you've never felt it before. Come to think of it, that's exactly the feeling you got from Grace, and it sort of explains the weird attitude of the stewardess.

What the fuck is going on?