CHAPTER THREE
Aaron
My phone rang just as my foot stepped onto the metal rung. I grabbed my twin brother’s arm.
“Yo,” came my grunt. “Wait up. Damien’s on the line. Damien, my bro,” I boomed. “You’re on speaker. Andrew’s here with me.”
Because Andrew’s my identical twin. We’ve done everything together for years now. Played hockey when we were young. Roommates at college even. And finally, our empire. Oh yeah, we have a multi-billion dollar business called Aerodynamix, which is a holding corp. That means Aerodynamix owns other corporations, everything from dog food manufacturers to insurance. So yeah, Andrew and I have been called the new Warren Buffet, even if we didn’t live in Omaha.
“What up?” grunted Andrew, somewhat impatient. “About to board.”
But Damien Dawson was just as terse.
“She’s a good one,” his voice rasped, the connection a little crackly. “Real good. Treat her well, you’ll enjoy it.”
And with that the receiver clicked.
Andrew and I shared a surprised look. Because a thumbs-up from Damien is the equivalent of getting a pardon from the Pope after committing adultery. Man, the girl had to be something if our buddy had decided to call.
But hey, Damien is Damien. And we get it. Being CEO can be tedious. Lots of paperwork to review, lots of decisions to make. And the amount of travel would drive a sane person nuts.
So Elite Airlines was created by a group of my buddies in order to make the flights a little more enjoyable. Yes, there’s wi-fi on board. Yes, there’s a comfortable bed for red-eyes. Yes, there are good snacks and even better drinks, plenty of top shelf alcohol. It’s worth it for sure. Because when you’re in the air as much as us, who wants to go through airport security and breathe recycled air with the masses? Fuck no.
So yeah, Elite Airlines was formed by a group of billionaire CEOs. It aims to provide everything a man night need on a flight, including specific types of on-board entertainment.
Because we screen our stewardesses carefully. Or more accurately, we pay Helena to do the screening, with an eye towards a couple things.
Curves everywhere.
Sweet smiles.
And a willingness to serve.
Oh yeah, taking a ride aboard Elite Air is the perfect end to a long day of boring meetings and factory inspections. It was worth it hands down.
And Damien had just called to tell us that the newest stewardess was top notch. Holy shit. So massive figures towering, we moved like panthers up the metal ladder and into the small cabin.
Damien hadn’t exaggerated.
The girl was amazing.
Beautiful.
Lush.
Feminine.
Wide in the hips, heavy in the bust, with an ass that swayed enticingly. Pure heaven.
Because our thing has always been bigger girls. We tell Helena our preferences, and she complies. But this little filly was a winner hands down, with a rosebud mouth, big brown eyes, and long, brunette locks.
Plus that sweet smile, filled with innocence?
Perfection in every way.
My bro and I were hard already.
But Joanie acted like everything was normal. She took our suit jackets and hung them up as we buckled in for takeoff. And once we were off, the call light came on, Andrew and I hungry already.
The curvy girl made her way over.
“Gentlemen,” she said, leaning forwards so the view of those big boobies got even better. Shit. Double Ds at a minimum. “Here’s your paper and some champagne and warm nuts,” came that soft voice. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
Well, since you’re asking.
But there was no sense in being brutes, we had a couple hours to play.
So I invited her to sit, gesturing with one hand.
“When did you start?” was my growled question.
The girl didn’t sit, instead hovering, that luscious bod taking up our fields of vision.
“Just a few days ago,” she acknowledged, biting her lip. “I spent six weeks training at flight school, and then got this job. I was very lucky,” she rushed. “Thank you for hiring me because as I understand it, you own Elite?”
We nodded.
“Sure thing,” rumbled Andrew. “We own this outfit with a couple of our friends. But tell me,” he said. “What made you become a flight attendant?”
The girl blushed then.
“It’s wasn’t my dream job,” she confessed. “Not that I don’t appreciate it,” came her quick words, realizing what that sound like. “It’s just that after graduation, my family didn’t have money for college. Not four years at least, so I wanted to work a little before applying to school. And this seemed like a good fit.”
We nodded.
“What are you looking to study?” I rumbled curiously. College isn’t usually what our stewardesses aim for. More often they’re wannabe actresses and models trying to save up money before heading out to Los Angeles. And Elite was the right place to be, our girls get paid real well.
But still. Joanie was interested in college. This was a change for sure.
Nodding her head, the brunette took a deep breath then.
“Well, I’ve always been interested in science,” she confessed in a low voice. “So I was thinking about becoming a chemist.”
Her words were so soft by the end that Andrew and I barely caught the last part. But we heard. Because a chemist? That was about as far from acting and modeling as you can get. Something to do with art or literature would have been more fitting, or maybe social work or environmental justice. So chemistry was real different.
But Joanie nodded again.
“I’ve always gotten good grades in my science classes, and I love all the experiments. Putting on the gloves, mixing things, and then watching action and reaction. It’s amazing,” she confessed once more, cheeks going pink. “Mother Nature is filled with mystery, and chemistry is a way of understanding those mysteries.”
I nodded thoughtfully. Because I often feel that way about my own job. Being CEO means being a jack of all trades, but originally, it was the numbers game that caught my eye. Our respect for the girl skyrocketed then, gazes curious.
“So how is working as a flight attendant gonna get you there?” I asked gently. “Is there something about this job that’s relevant to chemistry?”
She laughed then, tipping her head back and exposing that long, swan-like neck. Our mouths watered seeing it. Shit, Joanie was so lovely.
“Oh no,” she said, shooting us a smile. “I’m just doing this for the money. The pay is good, you know that,” she said, blushing wildly again, “but I just want to save as much as possible before going back to school.”
Andrew and I shared looks. Because the pay is generous for sure. There was the six figure salary, which is already double or triple what new flight attendants make. But the real money comes from the bonuses. Because every time she’s with one of us, there’ll be a parting gift of sorts. Cash and jewelry were common, not to mention clothes and even an apartment once. So yeah, working for Elite can turn out really well financially, if the girl’s what we’re looking for.
And Joanie was just our type.
“So it seems you know a little about us already,” rumbled Andrew casually. “Or at least how the airline works. Can we ask who you’ve met so far?”
She blushed.
“Mr. Dawson and Mr. Childs,” was her soft admission, pink cheeks going even rosier. “They were very kind.”
My bro and I shared a look. Kind was one way of putting it. Damien has a thing for girls who squirt, and Charlie likes anal. Had those motherfuckers already done that?
But first things first. Because the best way to learn about Joanie was to see for ourselves. We CEOs had made a pact to share, and really, it didn’t matter who’d gone before us. All that mattered was that the girl was ripe and ready, willing and open.
So we leaned back in the white leather chairs, lazy grins on our faces.
“Those motherfuckers are assholes,” I grunted. “But they sang your praises.”
Joanie colored again, big breasts trembling a bit.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Really,” answered my bro. “But we want to see for ourselves.”
And like a good slut, the brunette’s hand immediately went to the back of her dress. But I held on big palm up.
“Not so fast,” was my rumble. “Because we want to see you dance.”
The girl colored again, the air in the cabin suddenly steamy and hot.
“What do you mean?” came her whisper. “Dance?”
But with a flick of the remote, soft music sounded in the cabin, melodic and pleasing. Shit, it didn’t matter if this was some pulsing metalcore or Spanish salsa. Girls who dance can dance to anything, the music comes from within.
“That’s right,” my brother rumbled, eyes intense. “Dance while showing us what you’ve got sweetheart. Let us see those sweet curves, everything bare.”
And that’s when the girl really blushed. Because it was clear we wanted her to do a striptease.
“Bu-but I,” she protested.
I held up my hand, palm out.
“Just do it,” were my terse words.
And eyes wide, she trembled for a moment, still like a doe. But then that curvy body began to sway, and shit the female was sexy. Those big hips swung like pendulums, her breasts bobbing to the beat. One small hand crept up her thigh, sliding over one hip before making its way to the back of her dress.
Even the sound of the zip was so fucking sexy. The slow hiss rang in our ears, audible even with the music playing.
And then that fabric dropped.
Oh fuck oh fuck.
She was beautiful.
Because Joanie had on red lace lingerie, but those tiny scraps of lace couldn’t restrain her assets. The big boobies swung and bobbled as she moved, almost popping out they were so huge. And we could see that her panties were already wet, the crotch a deep maroon color, soaked through with desire.
Andrew and I shared a look. Fuck, this was gonna be amazing.
“Keep going,” my brother growled, unzipping to release his dong. “Keep going sweetheart.”
And I nodded, pulling down my zip as well. Because shit, I’ve never been this hard before, ready to release from just the sight of tits and ass. But these weren’t your average tits and ass. This was grade A female, the best of the best.
But what we hadn’t counted on was Joanie. Because the moment she caught sight of our dicks, all movement stopped.
“What?” was that breathless gasp. “Oh god!”
And I don’t blame her. Our cocks are enormous, ten inches long and wide around as her wrist. They stood proudly, pointing stiffly straight towards her, tips dripping with lust.
“These scare you?” I rasped. “This too much, sweet girl?”
The girl couldn’t answer, eyes flying between the two fuckshafts, mouth opening and closing silently.
But Andrew is a man of action.
“Keep dancing,” he grunted, blue eyes fixed to that curvy body. “Let us see it. Don’t stop.”
But the girl just couldn’t move. Her eyes continued to flicker between his cock and mine, the wet spot on her panties growing bigger and darker by the second, a heavy aromatic smell rising in the air.
Oh shit.
It was the scent of hungry pussy.
She was getting it tonight for sure.
But we’re guys who enjoy our in-flight entertainment, so I twirled one finger, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Dance,” I commanded. “Do it.”
And slowly, the female’s hips began swaying again. Good. Her tips were pointy beneath the satin silk, body flushed and warm. She was ready for sure.
“Take it off,” I rasped again. “Everything.”
But the command was unnecessary this time. Because on its own, a huge tit popped out. Oh yeah, Joanie was too luscious for mere lingerie to contain, and the heavy white orb flew free, jiggling and wiggling, making my cock jerk.
“Fuck,” Andrew rasped, eyes hungry as they devoured our sweet girl. His hand was working up and down that stiff fuckpole, greasing it up. “Fuck.”
“Fuck is right,” I growled ravenously. “Because take it all off, pretty girl. We need to see.”
And the slut revealed herself then. Purring like a kitten, Joanie shot us teasing glances as she eased the bra straps off those narrow shoulders, big boobies unveiled. But the girl didn’t stop there. Oh no. Still swaying in time to the music, she lifted one big breast to her lips, licking at the nipple before biting down coyly, never dropping our gazes.
“Mmm,” she moaned throatily. “Tastes good.”
We were ready to pounce then, to fuck this girl all the way to Atlanta, right here on the floor of the G6. But Joanie had tricks up her sleeve. Because still dancing, she turned around, shooting us a sly glance over one shoulder. And then spreading her legs, the girl bent over.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Until that big ass lifted in the air, like a rocket about to take off, creamy mounds that couldn’t be denied. Giant boobies dangled towards the floor, huge and pendulous, swaying in time to the music.
“You like that?” she cooed, looking at us from between her legs. “You like that, big boy?”
And without waiting for a reply, the girl slid one small hand up a meaty thigh before plucking her g-string out of her ass and pulling it the lace the side so it bisected a big white cheek.
“How do you like that?” she cooed throatily. “How do you like that, big boy?”
Andrew and I sat there thunderstruck, unable to move. But only for a moment. Because the female was so fucking delicious. Wet, swollen lips stared at us, that vaginal hole dripping with goo. As we watched, a small bead of cream coagulated before running hotly down, trailing off her lips to drop to the floor.
And oh shit, that ass. Big white cheeks with a pink slit in between, punctuated by a brownie up top. I had to taste it. There was no more waiting.
And in a flash, both Andrew and I were out of our seats, kneeling behind the beautiful girl. I tongued her back hole as Andrew kissed that sweet slit.
“Oh!” Joanie squealed, eyes squeezed shut as we ate both her sensitive spots from behind. “Oh oh oh!”
I’m a dirty motherfucker for sure. Because running my mouth over her rim, I traced those tight pleats before slipping my tongue into her brown star. It wasn’t easy but I did it, easing that muscle into her rump.
“Oh!” Joanie screamed then, bracing herself against a chair. “Oh oh oh!”
Shit, the musky ass taste was so good. But even better was Andrew’s reply. Because he strummed her clit with his tongue before opening his mouth and forming a suction over her hole.
“She creams even harder when you do that,” was his grunt. “Do it again so I can get more.”
And I obliged. Forming my tongue into a point again, I slithered it up her rectum, the musky ass taste so dirty and yet hot. And Andrew grunted, eyes going wide, mouth fixed to her hole as he gulped furiously. Oh yeah, she must have poured like Niagara Falls down his throat, that sweet pussy cream oozing like tasty lava.
But the flight from Chicago to Atlanta isn’t long, and we’d already used up precious time chitchatting and watching her dance. It was time to get down.
So slowly, we lowered the luscious female form to the floor. Big boobs heaved, her private parts slick and wet from our saliva and female juice. But it was time for man juice now.
Easing a finger into her channel, I watched as Joanie’s eyes rolled up in the back of her head, only the whites showing.
“You’re tight,” I rasped. “Real tight.”
Never mind, tight would make everything feel better. I leaned over that ivory form, getting ready to ease my cock in.
But Joanie came to for a moment, gasping and half sitting up.
“I’m tight because-“ she paused, embarrassed.
I raised an eyebrow.
And she blurted, cheeks flushing red.
“I’m tight because I’m a virgin,” was her rushed admission. “But please don’t stop,” she begged, cupping her tits while spreading her legs wider. “Please don’t stop, this feels so good.”
Andrew and I exchanged startled glances. A slut like this was a virgin? The creamy girl who’d just danced for us, pulling her thong out of her crack and licking her nipples like a pro? What the hell?
But there was truth in those words, her brown eyes wide. So Andrew leaned forwards, brushing his lips against the sweet brunette’s.
“No worries,” he rasped. “Aaron will go easy on you. He’s just the guy you need.”
And there was truth in those words. When we double team virgins, usually I break them in. It’s just preference. Andrew likes his cunts squishy and wet, often with my sperm already sloshing around inside. Meanwhile, I like ‘em fresh and new, so tight that I have to work my way in.
So I nuzzled her clit again, biting down on that sensitive bud before leaning back and bumping my glans against her hole.
“You ready sweet thing?” came my growl. “You ready for some heavy fucking?”
Because there was no sense in denying it. After all, we’re two alpha males. There’s no such thing as sweet and light when there are two animals coming your way.
And yes, Andrew and I do double teams all the time. It’s our thing. The girls act all scared at first but once they get a taste of twin cock, it’s all over. Then they turn into horny sluts, opening all their holes and begging us to put it in.
So Joanie’s eyes widened but like a good little girl, her thighs parted even more, those soft nether lips pulling apart a bit on their own.
“Yes, Aaron,” she murmured breathily. “Yes, take me.”
And sweeter words have never been heard. Because I lined up my glans with her virginal entrance and began to press. Nothing happened at first, she was so small and young. But these things have to be finessed. Reaching a finger down, I stroked her nub, caressing that hard bud.
“Let me in,” came my coaxing rumble. “Let me in, sweetheart.”
And with a cry and a mewl, my cock slid in a little. Not a lot, probably just two or three inches.
Joanie’s eyes flew open.
“Oh god!” she panted. “You’re so big!”
“Mmm hmm,” I confirmed, chest and abs hard, looming over that sweet form. “I’m big, but you can handle it sweetheart. Here, suck on a lollipop as you get fucked, it helps sometimes.”
And on cue, Andrew bumped her cheek with his massive dong.
“Suck it baby,” he commanded. “It’ll loosen you up down below.”
And shit, but it worked. As her cheeks hollowed, sucking wildly on my twin’s fuckshaft, her pussy did gush a little.
“Um,” moaned the girl, lashes perfect half-moons on her cheeks. “Oh um.”
Obligingly, my dick slid in a couple more inches.
“That’s it,” I rasped, eyes intent, balls already beginning to pulse. “We’re almost there, sweetheart, suck harder.”
And as her cheeks hollowed even more, I did it. With one smooth, swift motion of my hips, I fucked right through that tiny piece of tissue, breaking it in one go.
“Mmmph!” Joanie screamed, mouth full of cock. “Mmmph!”
But Andrew was on it. One big hand reached forwards to flick a nipple, squeezing and massaging her luscious breast flesh.
“It’s done,” he soothed in a low voice. “You did so good.”
Her pussy juiced more even as those young muscles clenched me tight.
“Mmmph,” she squealed again. “Mmm, mmm!”
And I didn’t blame her for screaming. Because how many girls have their virginity taken by two alphas on the floor of a private plane? How many girls lose it as part of the Mile High Club with cock in their mouth and a second cock in their puss?
But Joanie’s a lucky female because we adore women, especially lush, feminine ones with assets to spare. So slowly, I withdrew, watching my slick fuckshaft reappear before pushing it once again into her warmth.
“Mmmph!” came that helpless squeal again. “Mmmph!”
Andrew was on it. One big hand held her head in place as she sucked furiously on his shaft, pussy getting dicked below.
“Slow, slow,” he soothed. “You’re doing great.”
And she was. Because as I began a smooth rhythm down below, that cunt creamed heavily, coating my fuckpole in her fluids. It was so fucking dirty, my cock looking like it’d been dipped in superglue on every withdrawal.
Andrew glanced up from by her head.
“Keep going,” he rasped. “Keep going, her mouth feels tighter the more you drill her vag.”
And oh shit, but it happened then. Because a twin dicking overloads the senses, our big male bodies demanding, plugging two holes up tight. And with a shiver, a shimmy, and one last squeal, Joanie careened over the edge.
“Mmmph!” she screamed. “Mmmph, mmmph!”
And that was it. Her cunt clamped down like a vise then, once, twice, before dissolving into a series of tremors.
I was next. The incredible squeeze propelled me into outerspace and I roared my pleasure, blasting baby batter all over her fertile space.
“Fuck!” came my grunt. “Fuck fuck!”
And Andrew did something fucking nasty then. Without pulling his dick out of her mouth, he got up and straddled the brunette’s head so that he could really force it in all the way.
“Take it,” he ground out. “Take it all the way.”
What could Joanie do but obey? She was stuffed with twenty inches of hot cock, one pulsing into her pussy as the other erupted down her esophagus.
“SHIT!” roared my twin. “Shit, suck it, suck it!”
Joanie had no choice. Like a hoover, she gulped and swallowed again and again, welcoming the sperm into her stomach. And on the other side, her pussy spasmed furiously, pulling my virile jism deep into that fertile teen snatch.
Because oh shit. I hope Joanie’s not on birth control. There’s no way she’s not, but I can’t help hoping. Something about the girl’s curvy form, and the way she was so receptive, made me want it. Hard. Hot. Bareback into fertile pussy. Again and again.
But this is a service. This sweetly creaming cunt was bought and paid for by a group of billionaires. So what next? How could my brother and I possibly lay exclusive claim to this curvy form?
But that was for later. Not now. So as the pulses subsided, I pulled back, watching my stiff cock exit that beautiful pink slit. Her pussy lips hugged me tight, like they didn’t want to let go. And simultaneously, Andrew withdrew too, pulling his gleaming fuckrod from between the brunette’s lips. Inch after inch reappeared, glorious and dripping, stiff and wet.
The girl didn’t let us down. As we watched, she raised her knees and a well of sperm bubbled up from inside, cresting at her vaginal opening before sliding hotly down one big butt cheek.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, wiping at her mouth while staring down. “Oh god.”
“That’s right,” I growled, kissing her. Shit, the taste of my brother’s sperm was fresh on her lips, pungent and salty. And I had to make things even. Bending my head, I slurped that cream pie from between her legs before reaching up to kiss her again, pushing my semen into her waiting, willing mouth.
“There you go,” I rasped hotly. “There, you’ve got some of me in both holes.”
And shit, but the girl licked her lips, savoring the flavor. But Joanie’s crafty. Because she smiled then, turning to my brother.
“Andrew, I have Aaron in my pussy and my mouth. But I only have you in my mouth. Want to make it even?” she purred, spreading her legs once more.
My twin sprang into action like Superman saving Lois Lane. Because there was still an hour before our landing in Atlanta … and not a moment to spare.