Turbulence

As she stroked me, I turned to sit in the stewardess's seat, making absolutely sure Sven could get a face-on view of what was about to happen. I casually unbuttoned my shirt as she shimmied my pants down my powerful legs. I kicked my shoes off and scrunched down onto the bench-like seat. She turned her back to me, lining my face up with her perfect ass. I slid my hand between her legs, pleased with warmth and wetness that greeted me. Evidently, my little display of chivalry had really paid off. I glanced around the curve of her hip to see Sven shaking his head and pointing as he leaned over to mutter trash talk to a very red-faced passenger who was obviously not a strongman.

"Keep talking shit, Sven..." I thought, but as my father always said, actions speak louder than words. I grabbed her by her toned waist, and firmly pulled her down onto my lap. She snaked her hand between her legs and lined me up with her sex. "Have a seat, miss." I said, and drove upwards. I could tell she'd been doing her core workouts as her tight abdomen tensed even further while inch after inch disappeared into her. She sighed as I buried myself as far as I could fit.

She braced herself on the seat in front of us, and began to ride the waves of mild turbulence in rhythm with my thrusts. I was glad, at that point, that she was facing away from me and all I could do was try and keep her hair out of my mouth, or it would have been a pretty short show indeed. Holly (the cardio bunny back in Granite Falls) had a tight body, but nowhere near this chick.

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Any other time, I would have been perfectly content to just sit there and let her grind herself into madness on my cock. I was still sore, afterall. As I blew yet another strand of hair out of my mouth, however, I heard Sven chuckle and mumble "See, he's letting her do all the work. Weak." My brow furrowed. I leaned forward, grabbed her by the waist and stood with her still impaled on my rod. She gasped and quivered as I held her in the air, slamming into her while the very tips of her feet brushed the floor. I told her to get ready, because shit was about to get real.

I spun her so that she was bent over the stewardess's seat, grabbed her by the shoulder, angled her so Sven could get a nice, clear view of what was about to happen. I lined my cock up with soaking hole and started slamming into her. "Oh fuck!" she moaned as I battered the deepest walls inside of her. "Oh yes! yesyesyes!" she whimpered as her legs and body shook with a small orgasm almost immediately.

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If this was some random gym bunny or bar slut, I'd have popped right there, but as much fun as I was having, this poor girl was all part of a demonstration. One of the benefits to high level athletic competition is that you learn how to focus, calm your breathing, and relax. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the spasming, glistening pussy clamping down on my cock, the whimpers and squeals, and the cramp forming in my leg. I wasn't done with her yet.

After a couple more minutes of thrusting, I pulled back. Her knees buckled when I slipped out of her and she collapsed forward with a small laugh. "Mmmm..... that was nice..." she cooed, swiveling to relax back into an upright seated position. I smirked as I started to walk away from her, a nude ogre of a man strolling back towards my seat; and right passed Sven.

He glowered at me as I went by, my glistening wet cock standing hard and long as it bounced with my steps. I gave him a condescending smirk as I retrieved my glass, finished my whiskey sour, and turned to walk back to the stewardess. I crunched up an ice cube with my teeth, looked into her eyes, grabbed her by the back of the knees, and forcefully pulled her forward and spread her legs.

"Oh, sir I don't know if my...OH!" she exhaled as I rammed my cock right back into her quivering hole.

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From this angle, poor Sven could see how fast and hard I was fucking her. He could see the slick streaks of liquid sex on the leather seat, and he could see that she was cumming again and again as my meat filled her up. Now that I was facing her and not swallowing mouthfuls of hair, I wasn't going to last long. That was alright. I wasn't trying to take my time anymore. My point had been thoroughly made.

I slammed into her as her tits shook from the **** and her lips trembled, and felt my orgasm building. I was a grunting, sweaty wall of muscle as she bit her index finger; lost in pleasure. My balls clenched, and I gripped my cock by the root. Quickly, I stood and got on the seat beside her. She opened her mouth, ready for my seed. I buried the head in, and released my grip. A muffled "Mmffmf" was all she get out as I pumped my cum down her throat with great contractions of my powerful cock. When I felt I was about done, I pulled back and stroked the last rope into her open mouth, a strand of it running out of the side of her lips and down her cheek.

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I casually retrieved my clothes, went to the bathroom to wash myself, and got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror wondering if it worked like it does in the movies. Nope. No moments of self reflection or any deep revelations about myself. Sometimes its good to be a meathead.

"That's nothing, babe. I'll show you how a real man fucks." I heard from the cabin. I finished dressing as I heard "Oh fuck! Yeah! Take it!" Sven was apparently up to bat. I finished buttoning my shirt cuffs and opened the door. I have to admit, I was a little worried. He had beaten me in the keg toss, afterall. Maybe be was some cockstrong fuck machine. I didn't know.

The slightly disappointed, slightly disgusted "at least you tried" expression on the blonde stewardess's face was priceless.

I shook my head with a smile. I'd won this round, buddy. He came in sweaty silence, which was just fine by me. I leaned back in reclining seat, a satisfied smile on my face as I took a nap. I had no idea how long this flight was going to be, but something told me I'd need my energy for whatever was at the final destination.