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 Jen's Journey part 2 by Brightside.

   All comments welcome to: g_pi2004@yahoo.co.uk



   Jen's mind was in a whirlwind after her evening at the airport, and her
pussy was certainly on fire - and not a little bit sore - at the sight of
the stewardess.  After checking her boarding card, the stewardess directed
her to her seat with a wink and turned to the next passenger.

   Jen moved down the aisle until she found her window seat in a bank of
three.  After stowing her bag in the overhead locker she settled into her
seat and fastened her seatbelt.  She stared out of the window as the
take-off time moved closer and closer, idly aware of the fact that no-one
was sitting next to her.  As the flight filled she was more than curious
that neither seat next to her was occupied, even though the rest of the
plane looked full.  She stopped to look around and it seemed that the only
seats not filled were next to her.  She couldn't believe her luck, now she
could stretch out on the long flight to London before changing to her
flight to Dublin.  Normally these flights were a painful experience but her
abused body could've used some rest so she wasn't going to complain.

   Her mind wandered during the usual and boring pre-flight ritual.  If she
thought there was a chance of a 747 hitting the ocean at 700mph intact,
then maybe she'd pay more attention to how to jump down a rubber slide.

   She started to nod asleep during take off and the long ascent and the
moment the seat belt sign went off she raised the armrests, fluffed out the
blanket and curled up along all three seats - to the envious glances of the
other passengers.  Even with the cabin lights lit she had no problem
falling asleep in seconds, with one hand tucked between her legs cupping
her mound and with very pleasant dreams indeed.....

   ......the small shake woke her up and she blinked awake in the darkness,
instantly aware that she'd been awake for a while with her gummy eyes and
dry mouth.  Her eyes focussed on the stewardess who was gently shaking her
awake, her touch turning Jen on instantly.  The blonde woman's kindly face
wrinkled slightly in concern, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

   Jen struggled to sit up, entangled in her blanket.  With a flush she
realised her hand was still stuffed down the front of her jeans and it was
no longer covered by the blanket.  Quickly she pulled her hand out, the
rubbing against her clit with the woman's hand on her shoulder made her
flush even more.  The glint in the stewardess' eyes told Jen that she'd
noticed that too.

   "Uh, what's wrong?" said Jen, looking over the stewardess' shoulder to
see that most of the other passengers near her were either asleep or had
headphones on.

   "If you could come with me please Ma'am" said the stewardess with a
wink, "You were talking loudly in your sleep." Jen thought she knew exactly
what the other woman meant and while she was achy after the incident with
her earlier - not to mention the uncomfortable airplane seats - she knew it
might be a long time before she got to have sex with such a beautiful woman
again.  Gingerly she got up and followed the stewardess down the aisle
towards the middle of the plane where the galley was.  When they got there
the stewardess pulled the curtain closed behind Jen then kissed her
passionately on the lips.

   "Did you enjoy your little sleep?" she asked, "I moved some passengers
around to give you some room.  They weren't very happy, but then none of
them had as ass like yours" she added with a giggle, making Jen laugh too.
She went to speak but the stewardess hushed her with a finger to her lips,
"Sssh, listen, we haven't got much time her.  Go to the lefthand toilet
just outside here and wait for me.  I want to taste that lovely ass one
more time." Jen almost came right there and then.

   The stewardess shooed her out and Jen headed straight to the lefthand
cubicle which was empty.  She realised she needed to pee anyway so did so,
remembering the last time she was in a toilet.  `Twice in one night' she
thought with a smile, `I'm a lucky bitch.'

   She thought about undressing then realised that maybe that wasn't a good
idea until the stewardess arrived because the door would open so she looked
at herself in the mirror and tidied her hair up, tying it into a ponytail.

   After what seemed like ages she said down on the toilet and waited and
waited.  She was about to get up and leave when she heard someone enter the
cubicle next door.  She then heard two loud clicks and the whole wall came
away to reveal the stewardess with a screwdriver and a beaming smile.  "Old
trick" she said, stowing the wall against the back of her cubicle making a
much larger space.

   "Now," she said, moving closer and hugging Jen, "ready to have some
fun?" Jen just nodded and then her legs nearly gave way as the stewardess
caressed her nipples through her thin top.  Slowly the stewardess lifted
Jen's top and removed her bra, kissing her neck while she was doing so,
then feasted hungrily on her erect nipples when they sprang free.  Jen felt
weak and had to lean back against the sink.  The stewardess sank to her
knees and pulled off Jen's jeans and silk knickers tracing her tongue up
the inside of both thighs.  Jen parted her legs to allow easier access and
the stewardess lovingly eased the tip of her tongue inside her and then
planted a kiss right on her clitoris causing Jen to have a mini-orgasm. 
She leant her head back against the mirror and watch a thousand mirror
images of herself being licked out by a beautiful blonde woman.  She came
again just at the sight.

   The stewardess stood up and kissed Jen on the lips and then gave her a
cheeky grin.  "How much fun do you want?" she said.  "As much as you can
show me" replied Jen, matching her smile.  The stewardess stepped back and
reached into her bag.  She pulled out a pair of fluffy handcuffs and
secured Jen's right hand to a small hook at the top of the mirror, then did
the opposite with her left hand.  Jen was wetter than ever - she'd never
been tied up before but it was something she always wanted to feel, and she
was loving it already.

   The stewardess stepped back again and surveyed her work, licking her
lips as her eyes travelled up and down her body.  Quickly she stripped
herself and neatly folded her uniform to one side.  Again she wasn't
wearing any underwear and Jen could see how damp her blonde hairs were.

   "Right then," she said, "now we can have some real fun." With that, she
reached into her bag again and pulled out a large black vibrator, about 8
inches long.  She switched it on and Jen could hear it's buzzing from
across the room.  The stewardess closed the gap between them and placed the
tip of the vibrator against one of Jen's nipples making her moan with
pleasure.  They kissed deeply, tongues entwined as the vibrator was traced
around both of Jen's breasts and then over her taut, quivering stomach. 
Again, the stewardess squatted on the floor and touched the tip of the
buzzing vibrator to Jen's clit, the pleasure so intense that Jen closed her
legs involuntarily.  The stewardess looked up and slapped Jen's thighs "Do
that again and I'll have to restrain you, you naughty little girl" she said
with a mischievous grin.

   Once more she touched the tip to Jen's clit and again Jen involuntarily
closed her legs.  The stewardess frowned and pushed Jen's legs apart before
sliding the full length into Jen's sopping pussy in one go making her moan
loudly.  The stewardess stood up, all trace of good humour gone from her
face.  "Hush, or I shall have to gag you."

   Jen gave a little start from fear and gave a small tug on the handcuffs
to no avail, she was securely fastened.  She wanted to stop, but the
throbbing in her pussy of the vibrator felt just too good.  She resolved to
stay quiet.

   "Now you shall be punished for not obeying me" said the stewardess as
she took two metal objects from her bag.  Jen's eye's widened as she
recognised them as nipple clamps and before she could protest the first one
had bitten into her delicate flesh around her nipple.  The pain was
excruciating, but with the vibrator still maddeningly buzzing away it just
heightened her state of arousal.  The second clamp went on, drawing a small
bead of blood from her right nipple.  Jen couldn't keep a quiet squeal from
escaping her lips and the stewardess glanced up and then smiled again. 
"There there, little one, we haven't even started yet."

   Stepping back again she removed two more sets of handcuffs from her bag
and with a wicked grin raised one of Jen's legs and secured it at the ankle
to the same place as her wrist, stretching Jen's tired muscles.  The
stewardess scooped Jen's wonderfully round arse to the edge of the sink and
then raised her other leg and secured it above her head.  Now Jen was
spread-eagled and grotesquely exposed.  In the mirror opposite she could
see herself and her gaping pussy still stuffed with the vibrator and her
tight little bumhole below that.  The pressure on her legs and arms was
immense but all those years of horse riding had kept her supple enough.

   "Now," said the stewardess placing her palms on the sink either side of
Jen and leaning forward to kiss her on the mouth, "your punishment shall
begin." With that, she moved down and kissed Jen's clit before biting down
hard on it.  Jen exploded in pleasure and pushed the vibrator out of her
pussy as she contracted in orgasm.  The stewardess caught it neatly and
while still chewing on Jen's clit started to push it into her arse making
her come again and again as the huge length, much bigger than anything Jen
had ever had in her arse before, worked it's way inexorably into her
bowels. She felt almost as full as when the stewardess had fisted her
earlier.  Finally the movement stopped and she could see in the mirror that
the whole length was firmly embedded in her arse and the vibrating in her
bowels was a delicious feeling, making her clit throb in the stewardesses
mouth.  She sighed in pleasure.

   Then the other cubicle door opened and Jen froze in shock.  The
stewardess, naked and bent over at the waist - with her beautiful pussy and
arsehole almost winking at Jen in the mirror - simply looked back over her
shoulder and smiled as the man entered the toilet and shut the door behind
him.

   "Hi captain" she said brightly.  Jen wanted to cover herself in shame
but was unable to do so.  She'd only been with two men in her life,
preferring women when given the choice and could do nothing but stare
open-mouthed at the man in the captain's uniform as he coolly appraised her
spread body and looked at her stretched arsehole.

   "Is this the bitch you were talking about Inge?" he asked.  The
stewardess (obviously called Inge) nodded.  "And you could get your fist up
her?" Again, Inge nodded.  "Do it."

   Jen opened her mouth to object and the captain seemed to notice the
person for the first time.  "If you make a sound, or tell anyone, we'll
give you to the ground crew when we arrive.  They never found the last
bitch stupid enough to claim we did anything to her." Jen noticed the
flicker of fear in Inge's eyes as he said this and she seemed to implore
Jen to do what the man said.

   Jen shut her mouth and said nothing, and Inge stroked her clit in
appreciation making her squirm in pleasure.

   "I said, do it" said the captain who stood behind the naked Inge,
placing a hand on her back.

   Inge pushed one finger into Jen which felt wonderful with the vibrator
already filling her behind, and then quickly added a second, moving them
around to open her up.  She pulled both out, then pushed three in, and
again turned them this way and that to stretch Jen's pussy.  Jen was in
ecstasy.

   As the fourth finger went in the captain unzipped his flies and pulled
out the biggest cock Jen had ever seen.  It must've been nearly ten inches
long.  He started stroking it's length as he watched Inge's hand move
further and further into Jen's obscenely stretched pussy.

   Inge tucked her thumb in and pushed harder, up to the knuckle, the
widest point.  The captain was now hard as a diamond and as the whole fist
popped inside Jen's pussy he positioned himself behind Inge and pushed his
dry cock up her arsehole.  Inge moaned to pain but her eyes showed pure
lust as she reached into Jen up to the wrist.

   "Now, fist her hard!" cried the captain, thrusting hard into Inge's dry
arsehole.  He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back towards him
while pushing hard.  Jen could see all ten inches were in and Inge looked
wild with lust as she pushed even deeper than before into Jen's pussy,
forming a fist inside her that felt huge even to Jen.  With a fist and half
a forearm in her pussy, and a large vibrator still buzzing in her arse and
a beautiful blonde being brutally buggered in front of her, Jen's senses
were swimming.  She'd started coming when Inge's hand popped in, and now
she couldn't stop.

   The captain was pumping away into Inge, making her hiss with pain, and
at the exact moment her fist reached the elbow he stiffened, deep inside
her.  Inge seemed to know the signs and slowly, very slowly pulled first
her fist and then the vibrator out of Jen.  Jen was exhausted but also on
cloud nine, and she came again as Inge leaned forward and lovingly kissed
and licked both holes as they closed up from their gaping states, and then
licked the vibrator clean before kissing Jen.  Jen responded without
thinking and tasted her arse on Inge's lips.  She was too elated to care
and the taste wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

   Inge uncuffed her and Jen slumped onto the floor.  "You're not finished
yet bitch," said the captain, "on your knees." Jen struggled to obey and
realised that he still had his cock up Inge's arsehole.  They turned until
they were near Jen and then he pulled his cock out and ordered Jen to suck
it clean which she gladly did, almost savouring the taste of Inge on it, as
well as his sperm - and then unbidden, pried open Inge's buttocks and
sucked all the come out of her arse.

   "She'll do" the captain said to Inge, "bring her to the cockpit."

   Continued in part 3....