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my collection offers a very wide variety of stories.  oo They have been
submitted by people from all over the world.  Also from oo alt.sex.stories
(Newsgroups).  There is no particular order to this oo section of my
collection, other than offering them to you in alpha- oo betical
directories.  oo I don't believe in categorizing things.  "I don't want to
be typed oo therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's a lot more
fun to oo browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you
might oo not have even thought of looking for.  I hope you enjoy your time
among oo Kristen's book shelf directories.  oo Lest we forget!!!  This
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o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o oFly Me To The Poon (MF, mile-high-club)
by Anon NixPixer 1994

   *As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly.  For
me,flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of
onerecent, unusual flight.I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San
Francisco, and wasdismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go
through the metaldetector.  I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along
with theothers until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision of Far
Easternloveliness in a skirt shorter than Heather Locklear's on 'Melrose
Place'had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still kept setting off
thedetector.  The poor thing was turning a lovely pink from
embarrassmentand frustration.  My heart and rapidly expanding cock went out
to thegirl.  Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer had
justdawned on her.  As everyone stared in astonishment, she stuck a
handunder her skirt and squatted as if she were about to take a dump
rightthere on the floor.  Elegantly plopping two little steel balls on
theconveyor belt, she swished through the detector and out of my life.She's
probably going to L.A., I thought as I forlornly boarded myplane.  I
couldn't get the picture of her flushed face and pushpinnipples, erect with
excitement, out of my head.  Luckily, my tray hidthe bulge in my pants when
the stewardess served me my drink.  As soonas she was gone, I headed for
the bathroom to quickly whack off,covering my crotch with an issue of
'Elle' which would serve me once Iwas in the restroom as well.The slot on
the first door read 'Unoccupied'.  I pushed it open, and therestood the
Ben-wa ball girl, completely naked, bent over to examine hershaved pussy
for ingrown hairs.  Before I could stammer out an apology,she yanked me
into the tiny room, shut the door and slid the Occupiedsign in place."Thank
God!" she declared.  "I've been waiting 20 minutes forsomeone to use this
toilet."She clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to speak."We have to
be very quiet," she whispered, unzipping my fly with herfree hand.  She sat
on the bowl, pulling my pants down with her.  Outsprang my stiff cock,
which she immediately devoured whole.  Snortingfuriously, she slammed her
head down on my rod again and again, as ifshe were trying to bust a hole
right through the roof of her mouth.  Herhands flew everywhere, massaging
my hips and thighs and kneading myswollen ball sac and strained butt
cheeks.So this is the Mile High Club, I thought.  Why didn't I join
sooner?I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning with pleasure as the girl
suckedrelentlessly on my prick.The plane hit an air pocket, and I fell
forward, moaning loudly when myprick hit the back of her throat.  As the
girl sat choking, tearswelling up in her eyes, the steward knocked on the
door and asked if Iwas all right."Tell him you're airsick," coughed the
girl, seeing my panic-strickenexpression.I moaned emphatically.  "I, uh,
have diarrhea.""Sorry about that, sir.""Diarrhea!" snickered the girl after
he left.  "I'd better plug it up."She hooked a saliva-slickened finger in
my asshole and speared her headon my tool once again.That did it.  My balls
gave a portentous rumble.  But no way was I goingto come without sampling
that bare pussy.  I snatched my cock from thegirl's ravenous jaws before it
could blast off.  Unfazed, the girlskillfully hopped onto the sink and,
wrapping her limber legs around myneck, pulled my mouth down to her twat. I
rubbed my cheek along herclean-shaven pussy mound, marveling at its baby
softness, but she drewme in closer, mashing her slit against my mouth. 
Slipping my tongue in,I fucked her yawning hole until her juices plastered
my face.I was lost in the heady perfume of her velvet cunt when I heard a
loudbanging on the door."Hey, what did you do, fall in?" An impatient
passenger was spoilingthe party.Thinking quickly, I made diarrhea farting
noises with my mouth.  Theknocking stopped."Fuck me now, before we're
interrupted again," demanded the girl,releasing me from her legs and
pushing me back onto the toilet.  Shegracefully alighted from her perch and
eased her lithe body onto mythrobbing prick, facing me.  Her narrow little
cunt fit my dick like arubber glove.  As she slid up and down, she drew in
her muff muscles,squeezing my rod even tighter, until I thought the head
would burstopen, flooding her insides with bubbling crude.Gradually the
girl picked up speed, frantically hopping up and down andhumping her clit
against the base of my cock.  Finally, she rose on mypole, keeping only the
head in, planted her feet firmly on the floorand dropped her body down with
a bang, until my dick was clogging herwindpipe.  Her head snapped back, and
she writhed on my pulsing pricklike a stuck pig, humming steadily through
her tightly closed lips.This babydoll deserved a treat-one I reserve for
only my most specialgirlfriends, because it requires a lot of strength.  I
was near the end,but I pride myself on my endurance.  Digging my fingers
into her smoothass cheeks, I stood up quickly, carrying the girl with
me."Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, squirming on my cock. 
"You'vegot to be careful-"Her head bashed into the low ceiling, and she was
knocked out.  Theweight of her unconscious body falling knocked me into the
door,forcing it open, and we toppled into the aisle, where a
frightenedstewardess dropped a Salisbury steak dinner on my head.I'm
writing this from my cell, holding one ice pack on my skull andanother on
my sore dick, but I don't regret a single second.  In fact,now I have a
better use for all those frequent flyer miles.F.Y.  Pottstown, Pennsylvania