("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Ground Control by Roccotool (http://roccos.blogbugs.org/) *** Two female flight attendants. One man. Fly the friendly bed. (FFM, bi, voy, oral, bd, smoking, rom) *** I smeared the eggs with the last piece of toast and looked at her across my cup of Joe. Flight-attendant Sequoia had thrown on a large T-shirt but rested her foot on a rung of my kitchen chair, allowing a full view just under the seam. It would've been startling, but it was something I'd just seen after a night of fun with her. She fluffed the hem against her bare flesh and smiled. "It's just a little shorter than my minis. Anyway, do you always have to eat after you've just had a woman?" I nodded. "It always has a way of energizing me." I'll bet any man would need energy to keep up with her, due to her long, blonde, Swedish-looking hair that came down and winked at her nipples in the morning light. Those sat on firmly-rounded C cups that looked up at you when you kissed her. If those weren't looking at you, her flecked green eyes did, coupled with a wry smile. She lit a 120 cigarette and settled back, studying me. "Well save it, I'm tired." A toothy grin blew blue smoke slowly to the ceiling. "You're pretty good. I liked it. It was one of those rare occasions I wish I'd have been your ex, Breann." My ex, Breann. We'd been something, a couple, for two years. That was until I came home one day and found all of her stuff gone, except for her goodbye note. Many nights were spent contemplating what happened and why, only to be washed away in alcohol and sleep. All the other flight attendants at the airline loved her and I suspected she was still with the company, somewhere. Bits and pieces of gossip. Everyone noticed her. Jet-black hair ran straight down a back that ended with two small, raised buns. Slender legs ran up to small hips that were a delight to hold, and the light on them was shadowed from a pair of 42s. I got lots of elbows in the side when my pilot buddies saw her and remarked on her. They knew she lived with me. Everyone did, including her girlfriends that would ask to spend the night with us. She continued. "You're an appealing guy, Roc. Would you like to know why?" "Enlighten me." "Every woman in the company knows you took a hit from a beautiful woman, without as much as a goodbye." "Yes," I said, remembering. Her cheeks depressed and showed off high cheekbones as she drew on the cigarette. "I'm sure you don't want to talk about it, but I do. Let me get to the point. You're a man who has been hurt. Along with that is the challenge. Do you know what the challenge is?" "What?" "The challenge is whether or not me, or any woman, can make you forget Breann." "And the attendants want to take that challenge, huh?" Green eyes sparkled. "Of course. I'll have a challenge for you tonight." "You will, huh?" "Uhhuh. A double-challenge. Say, 7 PM?" "No can do, sugar. I have a puddle-jump flight to make and a Guinness waiting for me at home after." She thought about it a moment and rested an elbow on the table, while her finger drew the shirt's hem up. Her thigh swung to the side a little more and a large plop of bubbly cum leaked from her creamy slit. "Think of me when you're sipping that beer, then." *** The runway zoomed towards me and the plane was safely on the ground when thoughts returned about Sequoia. What did she mean by that "double-challenge"? I know Breann always remarked about how the blonde liked to push the limits and I was turning over the idea of seeing her anyway, despite my plans to relax. After all, rest and relaxation is done in many ways. Some do it scaling cliffs or hang-gliding, which is hardly the same as a lounge chair and a brew. Oh Breann. If you only knew what your friend wanted to do with me. If only I knew what she wanted to do with me. There was a feeling in the city air on the ride home and you could sense it. Smiles and a faster paced replaced the working-hours one and I popped the top of the drink I promised myself when I got to my crib. Thoughts of a writhing blonde on her bed returned. Did she just want another romp? I could drink this any night at any time, and I knew I wouldn't get an offer like that very often, especially from a tiger like her. I sudsed up, shaved and splashed on the after shave. Good thing I'd had some threads ready from the cleaners. I strode back to the car and flew off into the night, not really knowing what to expect. Digging into the dark corners was my game and now I was driving to the answer. I had to. I was curious. I hoped I'd like what I would find. Hard footsteps echoed in the cold, night air and I thought I caught a whiff of a memorable perfume, but paid it no mind. I took a deep breath and rapped on the door. What greeted me was a remarkable sight and one I would never forget. Sequoia wore a partly-sheer demi- bra and corset that deepened a cleavage and left me with ideas for it. The outfit flared only slightly, and tightly, over hips that teased with a shiny, red G- string and smooth legs that needed no adornment. It all dimmed by those shiny eyes again and she exhaled over my head from a cigarette. "Guess you're all rested up, huh? It's good to see you." "It's good to be seen. But then again, seeing you like this is better." "You're the second one to say that," she grinned and stepped on the cigarette with stilettos. "Come inside and you'll see more." I stepped in and already started unbuttoning my shirt when I glanced in the bedroom. Sequoia followed up behind me and helped me work the buttons while slipping her hand down my six-pack to my crotch; warm, full pillows against my back. At that moment, I didn't need any jump-start for stimulation, because Breann was on her bed. "What a surprise, meeting you here," she winked and made the words drip with sarcasm. She was completely naked and each wrist was bound to two widely-spaced bedposts, one knee writhing over the other while still in her stockings. My jaw hit the floor in a hypnotic gaze. "Go say hello, it's been a while," Sequoia cooed in my ear and I was on all fours over Breann in no time, plunging my tongue into her familiar mouth and loving her soft moans. My hand liked getting to know her again and it traveled over every part of her body while we kissed. I popped the smooch and wriggled from my pants. "Flight attendants aren't supposed to be grounded," I said, throwing my shirt to the floor and releasing the heavy cologne. "Don't worry, "she said. "All of us will be in a heavenly destination in no time." "Well, I hope I didn't interrupt your…flight." "Nonsense," Sequoia said, taking a seat in a wicker chair and smoking leisurely. "We're glad you're here to add to the fun. We were just commenting on how we needed a man to complete the party." Breann added: "Now fuck me and let's start this one." Her small ass was light in my hands when I lifted it, and I gave her a preview of what to expect with my heavy meat slipping on her soaked slit. We locked eyes as I sat there, back on my ankles, and the view of my cockhead playing with her pussy lips was overwhelming. The foreplay was done, supplied already by the beautiful blonde, and the scent of Breann's honey made me want her badly. "God, I've missed that," she cooed. "Give it to me." Every thought of rushing was pushed out of my head as I slowly eased into her after seeing my thick ropes of cock-veins wave her bare drapes aside. My chest heaved with an inrush of air and I closed my eyes in bliss momentarily, her gasp dreamlike while I continued onward and soon nudged her cervix; her hips held in strong hands. "That's it, that's it. Use me, Roc. Oh, fuck yeah," she said, and our moans and grunts alternated while the slippery sex sounds echoed around us. Sequoia stared intently and I noticed she had two long fingers dipped into herself, her thumb swirling on her clit. "God, that's hot," she murmured and I winked back at her, pulling Breann onto me fully yet again. I placed my hand on her tummy and asked, "Feel that? Hmm, slut? Feel what I'm doing to you?" She paused and let out a gasp and said, "Yeah, you're fucking me really well." Just slow, sensual thrusting was all we needed. All I needed, since I could feel my balls getting ready to explode and I needed to pace myself. Already pacing yourself, Roc. Damnit. I grabbed both jiggling D-cup tits and held on, her nipples given an occasional pull and twist, and I could feel her clench me more as I let her do the pumping. She circled on me and performed a slow grind, first one way, then the other, eyes looking into my blue ones while giving me the best lap dance in the world. Her words came in staccato sentences because each time I fully penetrated her, she exhaled and grunted. It went on like that for quite some time. You could only hear the tick tick tick of the grandfather's clock and both girls' gasping and moaning, punctuated with my own deep, loud grunts at the ceiling. A steady pour of emotions and sexuality, with its own unique rhythm. "Bet I…bet I can make you cum, Roc," she taunted, her chin lifting while eyes closed in ecstasy. I could hear the effect of those words on Sequoia as she let out a loud whimper and orgasmed on the spot, fully three fingers inside her and her hair thrashing around behind the chair. Breann grinned to herself, knowing her friend came, but she kept her eyes locked on mine. I pulled both nipples up simultaneously and held them there and she replied with a furious tilt and pump of her ass and hips; like a slut does, a good one, with the rest of her body motionless. Right at the edge of total bliss and with my cock being pumped faster than with her hand, Sequoia shoved my sac against her and I exploded. All I could do was grip the blonde's hair behind me and enjoy the ride and I watched wave after wave flow through me and make Breann's body undulate. I had Sequoia's hair in a spasming grip, Breann's whole breast in my other hand, and both of them taunting me to cum some more, and soon you could see the sticky churn of cum bubbles oozing from her satisfied snatch. Sequoia made sure two people were getting it good with her hand nicely holding my sac and cock against her. I made my ex-girlfriend's tummy ripple a few more times and I was done, collapsing back on the bed and then recuperating in another chair while they embraced. Sequoia thought it was a very nice surprise to see Roc there, and even to smell his scent all over Breann as she kissed her. She didn't expect him here at all tonight; thought it was going to be a one-on-one party. Not that she was jealous of sharing. Who was she "sharing", after all? She'd had Roc the previous morning, and now here was Breann underneath her, swirling tongue and lips against hers while they both kneaded each other's tits gently. And if Roc was the one sharing, he had every right to. When Breann dumped him that one fateful day, she felt sorry for him. It wasn't Roc's fault that Breann got transferred and she never did communicate all that well. That was the business; people got moved all the time. Breann's loss would be her gain someday, and that day turned into a kinky night. Patience wasn't one of her virtues and she wondered when her chance would be. But then she got sidetracked and took in Breann's eyes again and the coo and shape of her mouth when she said, "Lick My pussy, baby." Bitch was always so direct about things. Maybe that's why Roc liked her so much. "Did ya hear that? Your girl wants me to taste her. Both of you." Sequoia winked and slid her body down Breann's, placing slight kisses with well-puckered lips, each one clearly heard. She loved giving a show; the night at the orgy will always be a closely held secret. A throbbing nub was directly in front of her eyes when she pushed two well-manicured fingers inside the velvet-lined box. It made her own clit quiver and she silently wondered when Roc was going to get with the program and take her from behind. Enough waiting. Time to cum again. She slapped her ass, grinned at him, and said, "Come and get it, cowboy." I threw the towel aside and was glad the "girly show" was over. Sequoia kept both fingers inside the slut when I came up behind her and embraced. Both tanned 42- inch tits lifted heavily in my hands and her perfume sizzled against my nose when I kissed her neck. Gripping her silk locks, I pushed her head back down to take care of Breann's business and kicked one of her legs aside, hearing a giggle in the process. "Fuck her little pussy with that tongue, slut. I want to see her cum on it." Approving moans bounced off the walls and I spanked her clit with my pulsing meat a few times. It was time to get some dessert from that breakfast and I suddenly thrust into her. A wide- mouthed gasp blasted Breann's pussy and was drowned-out when my pecs heaved and I grunted at the ceiling. I had to rock her hips and ass back onto me with the heels of my hands to give her the full-length fucking she was going to get from me, and even then the insatiable slut was snapping her hips expertly. The creaking of the bed was right in step with the jiggle of Breann's tits, the jangle of the cuffs against the wood, and the small, pumping ass that would continually bang my muscled, sweaty thighs. Squeaky, moist slurps and kisses could be heard and I pushed her head into her some more, just for good measure. I could see Breann was enjoying things immensely and had started arching her back, getting ready for orgasm- time. Bright fingernails sunk into one of Breann's heaving tits while I slapped a hanging orb of Sequoia's. It produced a startled moan from her, but a second one was even louder as I smacked her small bun soundly. It was all so much; all so intense. I decided to join the gals in a three-way orgasm and the air cracked as the heat, sounds, and smells intensified in an intoxicating mix. The room blurred and all I could feel, all any of us could feel, were sensations that our bodies couldn't contain. I humped over Sequoia and rocked on her little ass, pile-driving my meat into her bare snatch while my V-shape slid with sweat-drenched pecs and a six-pack on her flesh. I have no idea if she even noticed; both gals started squealing with each other while I mumbled a few dirty Italian words across them. They did that dramatic turn of the corner when both their bodies moved and swam fluidly; a gentle waltz while their beings connected. Sequoia kept her pinned with her tongue and each small movement sent a blissful shiver throughout Breann's body, and that only made the blonde shake under me some more as I felt the squirt. I rocked into her again while pushing her head onto that dripping slit and the bed squeaked with the writhing. Some magical communication happens in bed sometimes and I didn't even have to ask Sequoia to turn around and get ready to collect some cum in her mouth; she did it automatically with panting breath. I drew some of her thick hair aside to let Breann see, yet I knew she was not only going to witness it, but taste me, too. A few amazing pumps of the Swede's sultry lips and throat on my log had both Breann and myself wonder how she did it. And it happened so quickly, all I could do was hold on and watch. The first shot made her moan faintly and I loved the sensation of my balls jumping each time a load shot up my cock. "Save it, all of it, slut," I grunted, with my blue eyes rolling back. "Damn, girl," I hissed, feeling her deplete all of me while I noticed her cheeks properly chock-full. "Give me some of that," Breann cooed, and Sequoia promptly let my cum trickle from her pouty lips onto the brunette's waiting mouth. They slowly kissed with wide-open mouths, and each churn of their tongues made some of me seep out. I eased the DC-10 onto the runway and brought the throttles down on all the engines. It's funny how you try to push something from your mind so you can concentrate, but it doesn't work because you've done the same task countless times. The mind especially doesn't want to cooperate when it wants to return to kinky thoughts. The knobs of the throttles turned into firm breasts and nipples and I had to chuckle to myself in the cabin. The copilot gave me a funny look and said, "What's so funny?" I glanced at my hand and smiled, "Oh, nothing. I'm just a little energized today." END © Copyright Roccotool * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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