Aaron
I feast my eyes on her exquisite body.
She’s arching her breasts toward me. The curve in her lower back reminds me of a gymnast.
Come to think of it, I haven’t asked Chloe if she’s got expertise in gym or dance. After her pole dance in the hotel the other night, I would not be surprised.
Perhaps, she was not only bookish.
I feast on her tits. I love the way they’re bouncing up and down a little. Her pink nipples are rock-hard and look ready to cut through ice. Her chest is heaving, as her breathing is short and shallow.
There are plenty of things I can think of doing to her, but then we do only have a few more hours left.
“You thought of another expression yet?”
The question makes me laugh. Thinking and having fucking fantastic sex just don’t go together. Probably one of the reasons they are miles apart in the dictionary. Okay, not miles apart, but thinking starts with t and sex with s.
“How about fly high fuck club?”
She rolls her eyes. I love the way she expresses her disdain. It looks so fucking cute I want to just kiss her.
“A bit crude don’t you think?”
“But straight to the point. Language should be specific and concise. You would know that as a writer?”
She bites her bottom lip.
How fucking awesome is this? A sexual banter of an intellectual kind as we’re fucking each other stupid.
Now here’s a thought, I keep fucking her until she’s unable to make any sense. Of course, I might not make any sense then anymore either. But hell, it would be worth it.
How much fucking sex would one need to end up stupid?
“Here’s another riddle for you?” I lean forward and my lips caress her neck and ear.
“What’s that?”
She’s all ears.
I chuckle. “Where did the expression ‘fuck you till your stupid’ come from?”
Her eyes widen until she has that lost puppy look about her.
“Can you actually fuck till you’re stupid?”
I shrug.
“We could try,” I suggest and let my hands draw invisible circles onto her flat stomach.
“Did you know the word fuck has its origin in the Germanic language?”
This time, I really have to laugh.
“You don’t say.”
Chloe nods, warming to her topic.
“In German, it’s ficken and in Dutch, fokken, which means to breed.”
Obviously, Chloe is a fountain of knowledge on many topics.
“And this is important why?”
My fingers slowly move lower.
She moans and rolls her eyes.
“I can’t fucking remember.”
We both laugh.
“But it’s somehow related to fucking till we’re stupid.”
“Clearly we’re not there yet. You still sound like a walking fucking encyclopedia.”
As Chloe laughs harder, her tits bounce faster and my fucking cock’s sprung to life again.
I can’t stand it any longer and I kiss her. My lips crushed hers and, at the same time, my hands find her ass.
My hands drag her naked body onto me. I want to feel every inch of her, explore every nook and cranny.
Her butt cheeks are squirming on my legs and pressing against my dick. Swiftly, I roll her over. Now she’s lying ass up in the air over my knees. The perfect position for a good spanking.
Her fleshy ass is so fucking gorgeous I still recall possessing it the other night. Not many girls like to be fucked in their hole, but Chloe didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, I’d say she fucking loved it.
Chloe was simply like no other girl I’ve fucked before.
Chloe was Chloe.
She was full of little quirks. The more time I spend with her, the more of them I notice.
My hands move over her ass, gently. It’s probably not a good idea to spank her in the jet. Her screams might alert my staff unnecessarily.
As I massage and knead her white flawless flesh, I’m practically drooling at the mouth. I let my fingers trail between her legs. She opens them voluntarily. My index finger plays with the lips of her pussy.
I see Chloe raise her upper body with her arms. She throws her head back and looks at me.
The longer I keep my fingers at her opening, the harder I become—if that is even possible.
Her naked skin over my legs sends electric shock waves through me. The rate I’m going, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself much longer.
My thoughts are becoming one-sided and I can feel my brain taking leave already. Maybe it will not take that long, after all, to fuck until we’re stupid.
All I can think of is pummeling my ten inches into her. I want to hear those tiny little moans when I pump her hard and fast. And I want to feel her fingernails dig into my back when she’s riding her orgasmic wave.
“Still thinking about a name?” she teases me as my fingers are working in her pussy.
I pull my finger out and hold it in front of her mouth.
She sucks on it and releases it with a pop. Much like she does with my dick.
Just then, a voice comes over the internal speaker.
“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Bennet, but we’ll be experiencing severe turbulence shortly. Please make sure you and your guest are seated and have your seatbelts fastened.
Chloe pulls a face, the one that says, ‘Are you fucking serious?’
I chuckle.
“Not to worry my angel.” I pull her on top of me so her back is against me. “I’ve just got what the doctor ordered.”
And with that, I strap us both in with the seat belt.
Without warning, the plane plummets toward the ground before coming up again. Up and down we go, it feels a little like being in a washing machine.
We are tossed around the air like a ping-pong ball on a ping-pong table.
Chloe’s back is pressed against me and her hands are holding onto the side of the seat for dear life. I can see the white of her knuckles.
My hands find her tits. I massage and knead.
“Shhhh,” I whisper into her ear. “It’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
I can hear the panic in her voice.
“Of course I’m sure.” I start nibbling on her earlobe and she instantly relaxes a little. Her head is leaning against my chest.
I continue to play with her tits and, then, I have another idea.
Gently, I lift her off me so I can push my throbbing cock into her over ready pussy.
As I do so we drop again and I push hard into her, assisted by turbulence.
I start to fuck her this way.
My hands are wrapped around her hips, thumbs digging into the side of her abdomen.
She’s getting into the swing of things and starts riding me herself. Up and down, she bounces—restricted a bit by the seat belt. But, there’s enough room for her to move.
Her tits bounce out of control.
“Fuck this feels good,” murmurs Chloe as she rides me, with the plane leaping along in the turbulence.
I take one of my hands away from her hips and catch her bopping tit. My index finger and thumb pinch her pink nipple.
Chloe shrieks.
Now my other hand presses down on her fucking wet pussy.
Her pelvis thrusts toward my fingers. She wants more.
I play with her clit. I push my fingers against it before moving sideways.
“Ohhh, yes, pleaseeeee,” she’s about to get lost in her own ecstasy.
I try to push her harder and faster.
I barely take any notice of the pilot telling us we can unfasten our seat belt.
Chloe unbuckles it but stays riding me.
Free from the restraint, she pulls her body, moves forward and rests her hands on my thighs. She’s riding me like she’s trying to tame me.
“Fuck. Chloe.” I’m breathing hard and fast.
The walls of her pussy are starting to contract. They grab my cock and threaten not to let it go. Fuck. It feels as if she’s going to break my fucking cock in two. Tighter and tighter, she gets with each thrust. She’s getting close to her own orgasm.
With each downward movement, I propel my hips up to meet her. The tip of my fucking cock feels as if it’s going to stab right through her.
Deep within my belly button, an artillery of pleasure is unleashed. The volcano erupts and molten lava spreads through me.
Fireworks are going off inside my head. I’m definitely unable to have a coherent thought.
I feel myself come. My muscles in my abdomen start contracting and my back and neck muscles are tightening.
“Chloe. Fuck,” is all I’m able to growl.
Then, with one last up and down I erupt, fountain-like, inside of Chloe.
Her pussy is clutching my dick as she herself explodes in a gigantic orgasm. It squeezes and squeezes until it’s bled my fucking cock dry.
She leans back against me, breathing hard and fast.
“See,” I mumble into her ear, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”
Chloe
My heart is still beating a fucking million miles an hour.
When that fucking plane bounced through the air like an out-of-control tennis ball, I thought we were going to crash for sure.
Images of scenes from Cast Away still flash through my mind.
“You okay?”
Aaron’s turning my face toward his, and I smile.
“Getting there.” I’m filled with fear and pleasure. Coming like that when you think your life’s about to end was fucking out of this world.
He chuckles and tucks my hair behind my ears.
“A drink?”
I shake my head. I’m still getting over the champagne and martini. Any more alcohol and I might fall asleep.
“I’d like to keep exploring,” I start and untangle myself from him, “and working to see if we can disprove the theory.”
Aaron’s furrowing his brow; clearly he’s not getting my drift.
“What theory?”
Free from his embrace, I bounce up and down in front of him.
“The one where we’re going to see if we can fuck till we’re stupid.”
I look around the obscene luxury.
The reclining bed seat is fine, but there are plenty of other places we could use to continue what we’ve started.
Before I get too far exploring, my eyes are drawn to one of the windows.
Below us, the ocean stretches as far as the eye can see.
“Wow,” I breathe and feel Aaron come up behind me.
“Amazing, isn’t it?”
He puts his hand on my back. At his touch, tiny electric shock waves pulse through me.
“Makes you seem so small and insignificant, don’t you think?”
“Yep, like a pimple on some giant’s ass.”
I laugh.
“So poetic.”
He shrugs.
“I don’t go much for that poetic crap.”
I furrow my brow.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
I’m so mesmerized by the view I get onto my hands and knees. My face is pressed against the window.
Mixed emotions flood through me.
I recall Amelia Earhart, the first woman to fly solo over the Atlantic Ocean.
She disappeared trying to circumnavigate the world. When you see how vast the ocean is, it’s not surprising that no remains of her or her plane were ever found.
“Earth to Chloe,” I hear Aaron in my ear.
I turn to face him.
“Sorry.” I smile. “I was thinking about Amelia Earhart.”
His brow furrows.
“I don’t want to know.” He holds up his hand to stop my reply.
“Why not?” I grumble. “It might interest you.”
He shakes his head.
“I very much doubt it. Unless it involves sex and you, I’m not interested.”
I roll my eyes and move away from the window, or at least I try to, but Aaron’s got me trapped.
“Now,” he starts, and I feel his cock against my back. “Why don’t we see what else we can do to see if we can fuck ourselves stupid?”
I wrinkle my nose.
“It’s a fucking stupid expression,” I point out and lean into him.
My hands find his dick and start rubbing. I love the way it instantly responds to my touch. I can feel it grow and pulse; it gives me a feeling of absolute power.
“That may be so.” Aaron’s pushing hard up against me, and my tits are being squashed against the Perspex window of the plane.
It’s lucky no one can see me from the outside.
Briefly I wonder if passengers from a passing jumbo would be able to see me, but I dismiss the thought as soon I’ve had it.
The cold plastic feels strange against my skin.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t see if it’s true or of it’s purely one of those things people say based on no fact whatsoever.”
I push my ass against his back and release his cock.
This gives me a bit of space.
His fingers roam all over me.
Not wanting to just give in to him, I push back even further, and when I unbalance him, I make my move. I scurry away on all fours.
“Come and catch me if you can.” I turn to see confusion over his face until he accepts the challenge.
By the time I’ve crawled to the other side of the plane, he’s grabbed my ankle.
He pulls, and I fall onto my front.
He keeps pulling me backward, and my naked flesh scrapes against the carpet, including my wet pussy. I hope I don’t leave any juices behind, and if I do, I hope the stain won’t be too obvious.
When my body’s level with his, he brings his hand up in the air before letting it slam onto my ass.
I can feel my cheek wobble where the flat of his hand collides with naked flesh.
I bite my bottom lip. I don’t want to cry out in pleasure or pain.
He repeats his action.
“I think running away from me like that deserves to be punished, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes please. Punish me.”
Whack. Whack. Whack.
My insides are burning with desire. It’s as if a bushfire is ripping through me.
As quickly as he starts the spanking, he stops.
He rolls me over.
“Promise you’ll obey from now on?”
I smile a wicked smile. I ain’t promising nothing.
For abundant caution, he sits on my lower body, backward. Then his intention becomes clear.
He lowers himself onto me and starts licking and sucking on my pussy. His teeth find my clit and nibble on it. His tongue massages and darts into me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This feels so fucking good.
A thick, heavy fog descends over my brain, and I can’t think straight.
It takes me a little while to realize his fucking awesome cock’s dangling in front of me, ready for the taking.
I waste no time and let my hands get to work. My mouth, meanwhile, hungrily swallows one of his balls.
My tongue sloshes them around in my mouth. It feels as if I’m trying to crack open a giant hazelnut. Well, a really huge, massive, oversized nut of some sort.
Fingers move up and down his shaft, as if playing the flute. I revel in feeling his cock pulse in pleasure.
I spit out his ball and take the other one.
Now my fingers wrap themselves around his dick and squeeze. Like a sponge, I massage his cock.
It feels so fucking awesome. I relish how it thickens when I release my grip and lengthens when I squeeze.
I finish with his balls and now take his cock into my mouth. Slowly, I let it move into me, making sure I don’t gag on it as it moves right down my throat.
His fucking cock pulses as I start to suck.
My own body is writhing in ecstasy as Aaron now finger fucks my pussy. His lips are sucking on my clit as he has at least two fingers pushed hard into me. He curls them over and pushes against my inside.
Fireworks erupt inside of me.
He’s a fucking expert at finger fucking me, that’s for sure. He’s discovered erotic parts in my body I didn’t even know I have.
As the fireworks move from my belly to brain, I try and focus on giving him a head job.
With each thrust into my mouth, I feel him get closer to unleashing his cum into me. I’m ready to swallow the whole fucking load.
I just hope he comes before me because once he tips me over the edge, I don’ think I’ll be able to keep going.
Faster and faster I suck on him until I can feel the first drop of precum on my tongue. This is my signal, and I now massage his balls.
Bingo.
I’ve pressed the right button. He shoots his massive load into my hungry mouth.
I swallow and swallow until every last drop is gone.
Then it’s my turn ride the wave of pleasure. His fingers are pummeling hard and fast into me. My hips thrust toward his mouth, and when his lips suck extra hard on my clit, I feel an eruption of volcanic proportions.
Molten lava spreads through me, and hand grenades are exploding in my head.
My body’s convulsing with pleasure, and when he removes his fingers, I shudder.
Gently he gets off me and lies next to me.
“So,” he says as his fingers trace the outline of my tits. “Remember what day it is?”
I laugh and nod.
“How about my name?”
My fingers curl into a fist and I punch his arm.
“Okay, I get the message. You haven’t gone stupid.”
He sighs. “Maybe we need to experiment some more?”
I giggle.
“Or we could just agree it’s a stupid saying—one that is not based in any kind of truth at all.”
“Oh.” He purses his lips. “But where would the fun be in that? Surely the experiment is worth repeating?”
My head shakes. The man was incorrigible.
“I suppose so. We’ve got an entire weekend ahead of us.”
“Now that sounds more like it.” He rubs his hands together and grins like a little boy who just got his favorite toy.