Sit a few rows in front of the junkie

Sitting down near the aisle is just asking for trouble and those drunks will probably see what you and Rachel are up to if you sit near them. If you want privacy, the clear choice is to sit closer to the junkie. She looks so wasted she is hardly keeping her eyes open. Her bare feet are up on the back of the seats in frot of her and she is so scrunched down in her seat that her chin is practically buried in her big, fake tits.

"I don't think she'll notice what we're doing," you whisper to Rachel. The sultry starlet nods and leads the way over to the area near the junkie. You're a couple rows away, but close enough that you can hear the woman snoring and muttering to herself.

You take your seats and Rachel is on you almost immediately, kissing you and sliding her hand to your lap. Her pressing fingers find the hardness lurking beneath the zipper of your jeans. You open her kiss with your lips and your tongue tastes hers. She moans with eagerness and squeeze your cock through your jeans.

"I want it so bad," she hisses, pulling away so she can look down at the growing bulge in your jeans.

"Take it out," you tell her, amused by her excitement.

She does not hesitate. Her fingers pry down your zipper, unbutton your jeans and open your fly. She reaches into your boxers and pulls the fat hose of your cock up and out through the flap. You're almost fully hard now and your fat fuckmeat rises up past your bellybutton, bobbing slightly at almost its full length. Rachel is clearly impressed. She simply stares at it for a few seconds.

"I thought you wanted to play with it," you scold her. The awe fades, replaced by a devilish grin. She kisses you again and begins stroking your cock, working one hand up and down your straining length, tugging at your loose skin around the head. She pulls away from the kiss again so she can watch. A glistening drop of precum has formed atop your cock and she leans down and runs her tongue over your cockslit, tasting the oily liquid.

She lets a glob of spit fall from her lips and catches it in her palm. With a practiced ease she smooths the saliva into her soft hand and lubricates your cock with a single stroke. She begins jerking you from root to the swollen head of your cock, running her thumb across the sensitive glans to smear your precum.

"You're really good at that," you admire, "but I didn't agree to meet you for a handjob."

"I know why I'm here," she says, a bit sharply. She slowly leans down, lowering her face towards your petrified prick, but keeping her dark eyes on you. "I'm here to worship this magnificent monster cock of yours."

There's something abotu the way "cock" pops from her mouth with that accent that makes you want to shoot your load right then and there. But if you did that, you would be missing out on most of the fun.

Rachel takes hold of your cock with both hands, working it with a firm grip as she finally parts her lips and engulfs the head of your cock in the lovely warmth of her mouth. As she gets her first taste of your cockmeat she lets out a moan that vibrates down your shaft. Her lips tighten as she begins to suck on your cockhead.

She bobs her head up and down and sucks quite hard on your cock, popping her lips and around the tip and smearing precum across the head with her tongue. She is really letting her spit soak down your cock, getting it nice and wet. The angle of blowing you across the armrest is a bit awkward, but she makes up for it with the tight seal of her lips. Her hands are practiced. She knows how to work a big cock and she clearly relishes your size.

On a downward stroke your glans again collide with the back of her throat, only this time her head does not bounce back up. The tight membrane against your cockhead relaxes and your sensitive fuckmeat slides past the ring of her esophagus as she swallows you into her throat. She clenches her eyes shut and takes you, inch by inch, gag-reflex fighting back but losing out to her determination to slide your huge cock into her throat.

"Oh fuck," you moan, watching her devour your shaft. You feel your cock bending slightly in her throat, conforming to the shape of her neck. She stops for a moment to hold back her sickness, the involuntary spasms further stimulating your shaft. Somehow, she recovers, and continues to slide your into her throat.

You can actually see your cock in her throat. It's amazing. You've never felt anything like this before. No woman has even attempted it.

Her lips collide with your pubic area. She looks up at you, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, but triumph shining there. She has taken every inch of your cock. The intense massage of her throat wrapped around your cock is nearly enough to make you cum straight away. She swallows and you feel the rippling muscles inside her neck, grasping and tugging at your fuckmeat.

"Holy shit," you moan. "Do it again."

She swallows repeatedly, her spit lubing your shaft as her throat massages your cock. You're close to spunking just from that. You can feel your balls tightening up and your cock throbbing on the brink of orgasm. You are momentarily distracted from the pleasure by the sound of something falling into the seats two rows behind you.

You tear your eyes away from Rachel, your cock balls deep in her mouth, and look over your shoulder. The junkie from three rows back is holding a smashed popcorn bucket and climbing over the seats, picking herself up after falling and trying awkwardly to move to the row behind you. Her eyes are half-open, but she looks right at you and smiles in that too-wide way of the truly wasted. Her low-cut top reveals the tight hemispheres of her fake tits and glitter dust on her cleavage. She must be a stripper or something when she's not being a total wasted junkie. She redirects herself slightly and starts stumbling right towards you and Rachel.

Your heart pounds with the excitement of discovery. You don't know if you can stand to have Rachel tear her mouth from your cock.