Car Park Fun

I was 21 when I lost my virginity. It was to my first serious boyfriend on top of a car roof of all things. Well I wanted it to be different, I’d heard all sorts of stories from friends on how they lost their virginity and as a general rule it tended to be in their boyfriends bedroom during a heavy petting session that got out of hand.

I’d had the fumblings on back seats of cars, the local bus stop and a couple of times I was half dragged, half carried into some nearby bushes to give a quick hand job. But I’d always kept my legs firmly shut which is why I was so surprised by my behavior one night.

I wasn’t very sexually experienced, prior to my losing my virginity I had been seeing a girl but looking back we were just kids exploring our sexuality rather than full blown lesbians. At the time, my idea of a blow job was to put the tip of a cock into my mouth, suck it slightly and move my mouth back and forth in time with my hand so I was more or less wanking the poor sod into my mouth rather than sucking them off.

And then it happened, I met my husband and I really started to know what sex was all about! With the exception of my girlfriend I’ve never been gone down on, (if you’re one of my ex’s reading this, you bastard!!!), and I’d never managed to cum from penetration. It was always via manual stimulation via sometimes their hand but usually mine.

But my husband managed to show me what I’d been missing the previous 2 years since losing my virginity. It’s not that he has a massive cock or anything, he’s bigger than the average 5″, and a lot thicker too, but he’s not huge. But the way he uses it! OH - MY - GOD!!!! I always though multiple orgasm was a fantasy!

Anyway, we met, we moved in together the same day and 3 months later we were married. The first few years we spent working on our career’s and having a good time when possible. We had a nice circle of friends and a good social life. Our sex life was one that has never stopped. Even after 16 years of marriage and 4 children, it’s been very rare I haven’t fucked him or sucked him off before going to sleep.

One night, we were laid talking after sex and he suggested that the old bedroom was getting a bit stale and maybe we should start to branch out a little, maybe go out in the car one night, look for a dark lane and have a fuck out doors?

To say I was shocked was an understatement, I didn’t do things like that. Fucking in the bed room and around the house is 1 thing, even the couple of times we used the garden I felt it was pushing it. But to drive out into the middle of nowhere and have sex outside? What was he thinking?

You see, from my point of view, the “middle of nowhere” only exists when you’re out of petrol or you’ve broken down. The quietest lanes and back waters became instant shopping center arcades with millions of people milling around the second you wanted somewhere quiet to be a little naughty.

We slept on the subject and he didn’t mention it all day. About 3 or 4 days later the subject came up again and I was still unsure. I agreed we’d go out the next night for a scout about to see if we could find somewhere I’d be happy with.

The next night we drive around for about 4 hours looking for somewhere and finally we found a really dark and quiet car park off a forest road. Steve begged me to let him have me then but I was adamant I wasn’t going to do anything I wasn’t ready to do. But I promised him now I knew where I’d psyche myself up and we’d go back in a couple of days to have sex.

The night to go out came and Steve insisted I wore a short skirt and a low top, no bra and no knickers.

We drove out to the car park and I have to admit, running around there naked and being fucked on the bonnet of the car really did it for me. I felt really free and totally liberated. I screamed my head off and listened to my voice echo around the nearby forest. We spent 3 hours there fucking and sucking each other and I loved every minute of it.

Over the next few months we went there quite a lot to fuck. We had no children at that time and we were working only 9 to 5 so we had plenty of free time on our hands. Sometimes we’d take a video camera and a 35mm film camera and we’d take some photographs. We managed to make a whole 40 minute porn movie by going there 5 nights running.

The weather started to grow warmer as spring went away and summer came. The nights got warmer and warmer so we were going to our little secret car park earlier and earlier. Sometimes we’d take a picnic or we’d have BBQ gear and food so we could eat. There was something very liberating about cooking food outside in the nude and making love whenever we felt like it.

One evening we arrived at our car park and found another couple there doing what we usually did. A blonde was standing and bending over the bonnet of the car while this guy was fucking her from behind. As soon as they spotted us, they stopped what they were doing and made a hasty retreat into their car.

The problem was, we were in the way of them getting out because the entrance/exit was about a cars width with very little room to spare. Steve just sat looking as their car started then he got out of the car and walked over to them. I hadn’t a clue what was going at this point so I decided to sit tight and see what happened. I was looking forward to a good hard fuck but this little surprise had cooled me off.

Stave came back to our car and got in. I noticed the other car had backed into where it was parked and the blonde and the guy were getting out. Steve started the car and parked along side of their car so we could see what they were doing and they could see us.

“Steve, what’s going on?” I asked looking at him

He didn’t take his eyes off the blonde who was resuming her position over the bonnet, only this time it was the wing and bonnet of our car at such an angle both Steve and I could see her boyfriends cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“They’re going to put on a show for us, then we’re going to put on a show for them” Steve said glancing at me and smiling wryly.

“WHAT?????” I said at the top of my voice, “No fucking way!”

“Awww go on, all they’re going to do it watch and they’re not shy” Steve chuckled

“It’s not about being shy Steve, I’m not a slut”

“I know” Steve said looking at me, “You won’t be a slut, you’ll be an exhibitionist” so there’s a difference”

“Well at least you could have asked me before agreeing” That’s what I was so pissed off about. Fucking in front of strangers was a turn on for me, to think I’m getting my hubby off and others at the same time appealed to me. I was starting to discover a side I knew nothing about before, a nasty side that wanted to show all she had to anyone who’d look.

I started to watch the other couple as they continued to fuck and the guys strokes started to get shorter and faster. Suddenly, they parted and the girl swung around, she opened her mouth and the guy oozed his cum into her waiting mouth and all over her lips and chin.

She had cum dripping off her chin, she carefully placed a finger on her chin, ran it up to her bottom lip and licked all the cum off. She smiled then winked at me. The guy smiled and looked at Steve and Steve was grinning like a cat who’d got the cream. I looked down and his cock was already out, he was slowly stroking it and pre cum was starting to pool at the tip of his cock.

I started to move towards him and suddenly felt very wet, so wet I thought I might have started my period early, but that wasn’t the case. I’d got so wet I had soaked through my denim skirt onto the car set. My inner thighs were soaking wet through, this ’show’ must have really turned me on.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I plunged my mouth onto Steve’s cock and took it all the way to the base. I sucked it hard, swallowing so my tongue rubbed against Steve’s cock head which was almost down the back of my throat by this time.

He gasped and told me to slow down, but I was determined to have his cum in my mouth. I’d never really swallowed before, I didn’t like to. It’s not the taste I don’t like, it’s the consistency, it sort of dribbles down your throat like glutinous but runny porridge. I’ve never really changed this opinion, no matter who the guy, what the cock or whose spunk it might be, it’s all got the same consistency in my experience.

But this time I wanted to swallow, I wanted that thick hot cum down the back of my throat.

Steve told me to slow down again and this time managed to extract my mouth from his cock. He said we were supposed to be putting on a show and got out of the car. He came around to my side, opened the door and lead me by the hand to the front of the car. He pushed me over the bonnet and spread my legs for me, hitching up my skirt over my arse, he fingered me then pushed his cock inside of me.

I remember feeling so tight that night, it was like being a virgin again. Although I was very very wet, Steve’s cock pushing inside of me felt massive, I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. Once his length was established, he started rocking back and forth slowly, running the full length of his cock in and out of my pussy.

On the in strokes, he thrust in hard and I could feel the head of his cock touching my cervix and rubbing its way past my G-spot. I came hard, so hard my legs turned to jelly and I almost collapsed in a heap if it wasn’t for the fact Steve hadn’t yet cum himself.

I felt his strokes start to speed up and get shorter, I knew he was near to cumming so I pushed back, managed to push him out of me, spun round dropping to my knees and finished him off with my mouth. When he came, he came with such force spunk was forced down my throat, as a natural reaction to stop me choking, I pushed my tongue to the back of my throat and forced his cum out of my mouth. It came out the sides and dripped down my face towards my chin, I took my hands and started to spread his creamy cum all over my face and his balls.

There was so much of it, his cock twitched and pumped out stream after stream of spunk emptying his balls into my waiting mouth. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he hadn’t cum for a month. Finally his cock stopped twitching and the spunk stopped flowing.

Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth and I knelt there on my knees with spunk coming out of my mouth and dripping off my face onto my top and breasts.

The guy and the blonde got out of their car and gave us a round of applause for our efforts. Then they got back in their car and drove off.

I cleaned up and cleaned Steve up too, then we drove home in silence. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but I knew it turned me on. We got home and had a shower together, I asked Steve if he enjoyed himself.

“Well of course I did, I thought it was great. You were great, the other couple were great, even I was great”

“Well, you were quiet ……….. ”

“Emma, I know what you’re like” He said looking into my eyes. “This is something we can enjoy together and we could push the limits, see how far we’ll go. But, it doesn’t mean we’re going to split up or anything” He said with a momentary pause, he looked into my eyes and kissed me gently on the lips “Even if you did fuck another guy” he added cautiously.

“Another guy” I asked

“I’d love to show you off”

“Show me off?”

“Well yeah, you’re a marvelous fuck, you give head beautifully and your sexual abilities are like having a Ferrari in a garage and never driving it. You know you have it, but nobody else does”

“You’re weird” I said turning him around to scrub his back, “Why would I want another man?”

“Why not? You’ll still have me and the best bit is, they get you for one night only whereas I get you for the rest of my life” He grinned.

It had been several days since I fucked and sucked my husband in a car park in front of another couple. The feelings of that night were still with me, I felt like a dirty slut and loved it.

We decided to go back to the car park a couple of weeks later on the same night. You never know someone might be there, perhaps the same couple?

We’d decided to go for it, I was going to push the limits and see just how far I was willing to go. I was working for a health authority at the time so I managed to ’secure’ some condoms just in case by casually nipping into the family planning department and grabbing a couple of hands full. I got a funny look from someone and said I’d just come off the pill but we didn’t want children at that point. This ‘excuse’ seemed to be readily accepted.

Next I bought myself some nice underwear, all in black, some with red trimmings and set aside a short skirt and low cut top for our evening out. I was ready to go out there and fuck anyone who came along.

During the few days run to the evening in question I was a nervous wreck, I had feelings of excitement and panic, I wasn’t at all sure what was going to happen and that uncertainty made it all the more exciting and frightening.

The evening came and I started to get ready. I showered, then I shaved my arm pits and my pussy, I got Steve to shave my ass for me since I couldn’t see what the hell I was doing back there. He suggested waxing it all, I told him “You first” but he wasn’t having any of that.

I went into the bedroom and dried myself. I moisturised my whole body with a body lotion, dried my hair and put on my makeup. I’d chosen this rather short and very low cut dress at the last minute. It was black with a bodice type middle, it was just short enough so when I walked it showed the bottom bits of my arse but long enough to keep me decent, so long as there wasn’t a gust of wind. The top was made up of wide lace up V cut front with a very low back and small fluffed up shoulder straps that allowed me to wear the dress either on or off the shoulder.

Next I put on my suspender belt and my stockings, a pair of lacey black spilt crotch knickers with red trim, and a matching black peep hole bra. I put on my dress lacing my boobs into the material so they resembled barmaid’s cleavage.

I picked out a pair of high stiletto heeled knee high boots with a 4″ heel and pulled them on. By this time my pussy was throbbing with the anticipation of what might be to come. At best I’d be having sex with that other couple, if they were there, at worst I’d be fucked senseless by Steve so I was on a winner no matter what.

I wore a long leather coat that went below my knees on the drive to the car park. My heart was pounding its way through my chest and I felt totally wired. Steve had procured something to smoke from a friend of his and handed me a ‘cigarette’

Normally I wasn’t a smoker, but in this instance I made an exception because I’d done it before many years ago and so I knew it would clam me down. In the state I was in, one touch of my clit and I would have cum.

As we rounded the corner my heart sank, there weren’t any cars there, we would be alone. But still I had Steve to rely on and he’d brought a few of my toys with him so we could amuse ourselves. We spent the next couple of hours shooting video and taking photographs of me in different poses and using my toys.

We were about to leave when we heard the dull hum of an engine and the crunch of a cars wheels rolling across the dirt track to the car park. We watched as slowly not 1 but 2 cars came into the car park and pulled along side of our car.

Luckily since we were about to leave, most of our gear was in the boot, although I wasn’t wearing my long coat to cover myself up and it wasn’t to hand. We got back into our car and just sat for a while. The other cars started to move and rock so it was pretty obvious what the other occupants in the car were up to.

I reached over and started to get Steve’s cock out, he looked at me then smiled, (I’m not sure I can again” he said

“That doesn’t matter, I just love sucking you off anyway” I said as I plunged my mouth onto his dick and began to suck for all I was worth.

After a few minutes Steve tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up, the other couples from the cars had got out and surrounded our car, they were looking in and talking to each other, as well as laughing and smiling. Then I noticed something odd, there were 2 couples and another 4 males, another car had pulled into the car park and parked over the other side while I was busy with Steve.

They all seemed to be enjoying the show I was putting on so I put my head down and started deep throating Steve again. This audience seemed to be having an effect on him, I started to taste his pre cum as I sucked away on his cock.

Steve tapped me on the shoulder and suggested we got out so the others could get a better view. Like a shot I was out of the car, round the other side and on my knees in front of Steve sucking his cock for all I was worth. I felt his cock start to twitch and I knew he was close to cumming, suddenly he drew back his dick pulling it out of my mouth and started to work the tip. He came for a 3rd time that night all over my face in little short streams of watery cum.

I noticed some of the others had decided to join in, there were a couple of guys with the other females and the rest were crowded around Steve and myself. Steve tucked his dick back into his jeans and looked at the other guys who all had their dicks in their hands and were slowly stroking them.

Steve looked at me and suggested I gave them a hand to finish off. I didn’t need asking twice, I went over to the first guy and looked up at him smiling. His dick wasn’t huge but it was long, and it felt strange in my mouth. Normally I could get almost all of Steve’s cock in my mouth, it wasn’t so much the length that was a problem, but more the girth. This cock was easy to cope with, even sliding it down my throat wasn’t a problem, it didn’t make me gag like Steve sometimes did.

Steve went to the boot of the car and got out some condoms and KY jelly, he came over to me and whispered in my ear “Now I’m going to film you getting fucked and covered in cum. You’re going to be a dirty little slut and you’re going to love it”

I was being given a free hand to do as I pleased with these men and more importantly these cocks. By this time the other guys had all put on condoms and looked at me and I knew what was coming.

“Right!” I said getting up off my knees and giving the cock I was sucking a quick kiss, and stood up. I looked at one guy and saw his cock was only just big enough to fill the condom, I walked over to him and whispered in his ear “Would you like to fuck my ass?” and he nodded in acceptance. I took the KY from Steve and covered his condom covered dick with it. Then I squatted, inserted the neck of the KY into my ass hole and gave the tube a good hard squeeze putting plenty in there.

I told the guy who’s cock I’d been sucking to come back to me as I leant over the cars wing and bonnet. He stood in front of the car and thrust his dick in my direction. I took it in my hands and guided it into my mouth, making slurping noises as he fucked my mouth.

I felt someone at my ass hole, first of all a finger poking in and out of my ass and working the KY all around the hole, then I felt a dick being slowly guided into my ass, little by little it filled my tiny little ass hole. Steve and I had had anal sex in the past, and it was always a bit painful to start, until he got established then I relaxed and got into it. But this little dick slid into my ass hole like it was my pussy, I think it was a combination of the size and the amount of KY I’d used up there.

Slowly he started to pump my ass hole and I felt his fingers drop to my pussy and slid into my hole. I was being face fucked, finger fucked and ass fucked all at the same time. After a few minutes of this fucking Steve suggested I sit on a guys dick while I was being ass fucked and face fucked so all my holes were filled with cock.

“Look at your face, Holly!” Angelique screamed with joy.

Both Megan and I had looked at each other with utter astonishment as Delvin’s joy juice sailed off into the void. I had to admit that my look of surprise even amused me.

“God, that’s so funny!” Megan laughed. “Look at how far it went!”

We watched as several more shots were fired off, and then we were treated to the triple offering of sperm, which had turned Brittany’s face into gooey, white mess. Upon seeing her face receive multiple cumshots in slow motion, Brittany fell on the floor, laughing.

“I can’t believe I did that!” she screamed.

“I can’t believe “we “did that!” I said, unable to take my eyes of the spectacle.

I watched my hands traverse the length of Delvin’s 10-inch tool, the sperm running down the shaft and spilling over onto my hands and then Megan’s, as she and I stroked him furiously in our attempt to relieve him of every drop of his milky-white cream. After it was over, I had counted over one dozen separate ejaculations. It was extraordinary to say the least.

“Have you guys had breakfast yet?” I asked as the tape ended.

“Are you kidding?” Angelique said. “We had to see this first. Isn’t it amazing?”

She had a wild look in her eyes for a moment, as if she had other plans for this erotic masterpiece of ours.

“We made our own CFNM video,” I said with mock pride. “Now put that tape away before your mother finds out what we’ve done.”

“Don’t worry,” she replied. “She’ll never see it.”

Of course, I couldn’t tell my cousin that her mother would have probably enjoyed our little attempt at homemade erotica, but whether she would have approved of our brief foray into the porn business, despite her hedonism, was another matter.

“Take it out of the VCR and hide it,” I said adamantly. “My parents are flying in tonight. It’s the last thing I want them to see.”

Angelique reluctantly did as I asked and removed the cassette from the machine. We then went back to the recreation room and watched as she placed the tape in a box with her collection of other assorted pornography.

“Okay, Holly? You happy now?” my cousin said as she closed the closet door containing our recent collective effort.

“Yes,” I said. “Now can we all go and get some breakfast? I’m starved.”

With the arrival of my parents that evening, and the subsequent departure of Brittany and Megan, our wildly erotic adventures came to an abrupt halt. Lenore, Estelle, and Justine left the day after my parent’s arrival, and my aunt Phoebe once more adopted the persona of the responsible parent, all for the sake of my mother. I noticed that the two books Lenore had given to my aunt had been discreetly removed from their place of prominence on the bookshelf of my aunt’s study, and any and all traces of anything remotely connected to my aunt’s wanton lifestyle had mysteriously vanished.

The next two weeks were spent visiting various cultural spots and taking almost daily cruises on my aunt’s yacht. I got to spend a lot of time with her during this period and marveled at her chameleon-like ability to adapt her personality to suit any occasion. No one, not even me, would have guessed that underneath that exuberant and proud demeanor lurked the heart of a formidable dominatrix, still in the making, and awaiting only one short year in which to emerge from her chrysalis a new and complete entity, like Athena who sprang fully formed from the head of Zeus.

All during my parent’s stay, Angelique and I continued to sleep in the recreation room, and we spent many evenings looking at adult Web sites—especially those that were either CFNM of femdom-related. It was eerie to see how much like her mother she really was, and that the two of them had no idea of their incredibly similar sexual natures. I wanted desperately to tell her about the Sisterhood and all that I had witnessed that day in her mother’s study, but I was too afraid to confess my secret for reasons I have stated earlier. In any case, Angelique had made me aware of an entirely new erotic world that I had no idea existed, and my aunt had done the same, albeit without her knowledge. Seeing Delvin’s wild cumshot for the millionth time in slow motion still made me laugh, and the shocked look on Brittany’s face as she received her bukake-like tribute of sperm made me laugh even more. By the time my visit had ended, I felt like I had made the shift from novice to expert in the realm of sexual matters, and I had Angelique and my aunt to thank for it.

On the day my parents and I were to leave for home, I brought up the issue of Delvin to my cousin. The fact that she had not mentioned a word about him—outside of the comments she offered while watching the tape—made me curious as to why she had chosen to put him out of her mind after seeming to be so infatuated with him.

“He was the one who ended it,” she said in a distinctly cold tone of voice as we stood outside the front entrance of the house waiting for Jake to pull up in the limousine.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because he wanted to fuck me and I wouldn’t let him.”

“When did this happen?”

“When you, Megan, and Brittany were in the bathroom cleaning up. I told him there was no way I was going to fuck anybody until “I “was ready.”

“So, he ended it, just like that?”

“Yup. Just like that.”

I noticed a glint of contempt in her otherwise placid demeanor.

“All men are shit heads, Holly,” she resumed. “All they want to do is get off.”

Judging by what I had seen during these eventful weeks, I knew that half of what she said was true: guys did love to “get off,” as he put it. But I had a hard time accepting that “all “men were jerks.

“Believe me, they are,” she assured me. “Even my father keeps a mistress.”

This news startled me, as I always believed my uncle to be entirely devoted to my aunt.

“Are you kidding?”

“Would I kid about something like that?” she answered with scorn. “My mother just found out about it yesterday through one of her friends back in Paris. Keep your mouth shut about it because she doesn’t know I know.”

“How did you find out?”

“I overheard her on the phone. She was up crying half the night.”

“I’m sorry, Angelique,” I said as I gave her a gentle hug.

“Just remember what I said. All guys are shit heads.”

My mother and father, along with my aunt who was teary-eyed from saying goodbye, or from her knowledge of her husband’s duplicity, or both, came out of the front door just then and said their final farewells. My mother gave no indication to me that she had learned of my aunt’s misfortune, but I could tell she knew something was wrong by the way she kept pressing my aunt for information. When Jake pulled up a few moments later, my mother reluctantly got into the limousine looking troubled, but none the wiser about my aunt’s situation. After kissing my aunt and my cousin goodbye, I followed her into the car. My dad took the front seat next to Jake, striking up a conversation with him as soon as we began to drive away.

I waved to Angelique and my aunt from the rear of the car, noticing how small and forlorn they appeared as the limousine put more distance between us. At last, the beautiful estate by the sea became a tiny speck on the horizon as we sped toward the airport. At one point my mother asked me if I knew why my aunt had seemed so unhappy. Remembering my promise to Angelique, I merely shook my head and told her that her sadness was due to our departure and nothing more. I don’t think she accepted my flimsy explanation, but she didn’t force the issue, sensing that I, too, was feeling quite downhearted.

On the plane ride home my thoughts once more centered upon the events that occurred in my aunt’s study only a short three weeks earlier, and the enigmatic name that kept popping up in my head over and over: “Masturbatorium”. Lenore had stressed that my aunt’s introduction to this mysterious place was to be kept a surprise, and strictly secret. And I recalled that Estelle had referred to it as “really something to experience.” Little did I know that, barely a year later, I would be stepping foot into this exclusive world of the Sisterhood, and that my newly transfigured aunt and her daughter would be serving as its commander-in-chief and first lieutenant, respectively, commandeering the helm of a vast network of subterranean empires all predicated upon, and dedicated to, the idea of female supremacy.

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My first year at UCLA went by quickly. I applied myself assiduously to my studies and earned a 3.9 grade point average, which earned me a tap on the shoulder from the head of the English department to take over helm of the school newspaper from a departing senior. I enjoyed my new role as editor and made many new friends, but because of my academic schedule, I had little time for boys. The few that I dated tried to push intercourse upon me early on, and I wound up jettisoning them out the proverbial window. Sometimes I wrote about my dating experiences in the school paper, which earned me much praise from my teachers and classmates, who enjoyed my satirical and iconoclastic writing style. And sometimes I wrote about more serious issues that pointed out the many inconsistencies in the American sociopolitical system, forcing me into debates with other people in which I had to scramble to defend my position. In time I learned to steer clear of these issues and concentrate on humor, as it brought me—and my readers—far greater enjoyment.

I was already enjoying the first few days of my summer vacation when my mother handed me a letter from my aunt Phoebe. For the past six months my aunt’s communication with us had been sporadic. By this time my parents had learned about her marital problems, but it did not explain why my aunt’s phone calls had come few and far between. When my mother questioned my aunt about this, she refused to go into particulars, but did hint that her new business enterprise was consuming much of her time. What this new enterprise was, she did not say.

The letter was an invitation extended to me, and me alone, to visit with my aunt and Angelique at their estate on the outskirts of Paris for the duration of my summer vacation. My aunt would pay all expenses for the trip, and I could leave any time I wished. Although my parents were puzzled as to why they were excluded from this generous offer, they graciously consented to let me go, considering it a reward for my recent scholastic achievements.

I had spoken to my aunt and Angelique only a handful of times during the past year, and I missed the repartee we enjoyed when they were living in San Diego. The thought of going to Paris got me all excited—more so because I was going to spend time with my aunt, rather than anything the city itself had to offer. I had seen Paris many times and, although beautiful, I found other European cites like Rome and Vienna more to my taste.

When my mother called my aunt to tell her I was coming, she was thrilled. I spoke with my aunt and Angelique and both of them seemed anxious to see me, though they seemed a bit evasive through their joy. It was arranged that I should depart LA in two days and that Angelique and Jake would meet me at the airport when I arrived in Paris. My aunt also made an unusual request. She told me to pack several bottles of my favorite hand cream, as the weather was uncommonly dry in Paris this summer.

On the appointed day, my mother and father drove me to the airport and, after a tearful goodbye, I boarded the plane. Sitting to my right were a boy and a girl around my own age, apparently very much in love and conversing solely in French. Several hours into the flight the two of them were hard at work fondling each other, and at one point I saw her hand disappear down the front of his jeans.

After dinner was served, I decided to do some writing in my journal, and after about an hour I began to doze off. I slept for several hours, and when I woke up it was well past 1:00 AM. Looking around, I noticed that most of the passengers were asleep, including the two lovebirds to my right. I shut my eyes and went back to sleep.

My sleep was erratic, and several times I thought I heard laughter creeping into my head. I opened my eyes to discover the source of the interference and found that the two lovers had placed a blanket over their laps and were giggling softly. In the middle of the blanket was a distinct lump that rose and fell in time to the motions of the girl’s left arm, which was moving back and forth under it. I knew immediately what she was doing, and Brittany’s high-altitude blowjob story came vividly back to mind as I watched her nonchalantly fist him.

I was occupying the window seat with the boy seated next to me, so I had to pretend that I was still asleep for fear of startling them. She was a pretty girl; very petite, with short blonde hair and enormous blue eyes. And he looked like he could pass for her male counterpart, with the exception of his darker hair. Her entire body swayed back and forth as her hand performed its duty under the blanket, and at times she would look underneath the protective covering to see the results of her work. On one occasion, she raised the blanket up high and I was treated to a magnificent view of his very large penis, its tip wet with pre-cum.

The girl kept working on him for several more minutes, but it was clear that her hand was growing tired. It was at this point that she caught me looking at them, but instead of panicking, she just smiled at me and continued as if nothing was amiss. By this time her boyfriend’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, and it was obvious he was going to cum very soon.

And then she did a most remarkable thing. She reached over with her right hand and took my hand in hers, inviting me to take over masturbating her boyfriend’s cock. I couldn’t believe that she could be so forward about the whole thing as to allow a total stranger access to her lover’s genitals, but as strange as it may seem, I allowed her to guide my hand onto his swollen prick, where I began employing the same hand motions on him that I had used a year earlier on Delvin’s ample equipment. The truth is that I was extremely turned on by her handjob and was looking forward to seeing him cum. During the entire time his eyes had been closed. But now, feeling a new hand upon him, he sighed lightly and gave me a most appreciative look as his girlfriend now rearranged the blanket so that I could see his 8-inch cock in all its tumescent glory.

She said something to him in French, and a moment later he pulled both his pants and underwear down to his ankles, leaving his cock and balls completely at our disposal. I found myself surrendering to the highly erotic sensations of once again being in control of a man, and this time I couldn’t blame it on the influence of marijuana.

As my hand glided up and down effortlessly over his fat pole, his girlfriend laid her head in his lap and began licking the base of his shaft, every now and then giving his huge balls a few light tugs with her fingers. A few times she pulled my hand away and absorbed his cock into her mouth, looking straight at me with her intense blue eyes, proud of her ability to deep-throat such a big penis.

Suddenly, I heard a faint stirring coming from directly behind me, and the sound of women’s voices giggling softly. I turned around to find two older women, probably in their mid to late thirties, watching the whole thing from between the spaces in the chairs. They muttered something in French that sounded to me like a slur, judging from their tone of voice, and the girl looked at me and smiled, indicating with a shake of her head that I shouldn’t pay the women any mind. She once again took my hand and I got back to the task of jerking off her boyfriend, who now seemed about ready to explode.

I used a firm grip on him, paying close attention to the sensitive area just under the glans, as I knew this would provoke an intense cumshot. His cock, still wet from the girl’s sloppy blowjob, provided some lubrication as I casually beat him off with very rapid strokes. As his moans increased, the two women behind me stood up to watch him ejaculate. No one said a word; just the gentle laughter of our bold voyeurs filled the air.

As I pulled up hard on his cock, I felt his body go entirely rigid, and I knew the sperm was on its way. The women behind me realized it too and leaned their bodies in to get a better view. He only had time to utter something in French before the first jet of sticky semen shot out of his prick and flew above his head to land into the leering face of the woman in the aisle seat behind me. She drew back quickly, her and her companion both laughing uncontrollably as she reached for something in her pocketbook to wipe the cum from her face.

His girlfriend did nothing but watch me masturbate him, giggling as the hot spurts of joy juice fired out of his prick one after the other, soaking the back of the chair in front of him, as well as his own thighs, with a river of sperm. I enjoyed the feeling of the gooey cum as it cascaded over my fingers, greasing my palms with his generous offering. The women behind me continued to observe my forceful handjob, thrilled to see so much semen being ejaculated through my relentless efforts. Over and over the creamy spurts shot out, one actually flying out several aisles up and landing on the back of a sleeping passenger’s chair. This was greeted by one of the women exclaiming, “Épatant!” followed by unbridled laughter.

It was their laughter that finally caught the attention of the flight attendant, who came running over just in time to watch him ejaculate a fantastic volley of white cream that my wild handjob caused to shoot out in several directions at once, one stream finding its way straight onto the unsuspecting woman’s skirt.

“Oh, my!” she said, laughing at the trail of sperm on her clothes.

Suddenly, everyone on the plane started to awaken at once and began to crowd around us to watch the ribald show. And then it dawned on me that all the spectators were women—not one man amongst them with the exception of the one from whose penis I was now extracting copious amounts of cum.

“Some people have no shame,” said a petite, middle-aged woman with gray hair as she watched my hands mechanically continue to milk stream after stream of cock juice from the boy’s convulsing prick.

“But it doesn’t stop!” said another woman as the semen spouted out from the tip like a geyser.

The sperm continued to fly in all directions, sometimes shooting so high up that it impacted upon the roof of the plane. It was impossible that one man could ejaculate such a tremendous amount of semen, yet the barrage continued unabated, and my hand kept stroking his cock as if it hand a mind of its own.

“You’re doing well young lady,” the gray-haired woman said to me. “You have him completely under your control.”

She laughed as the multitudinous ropes of cum arced into the air around her, never once touching her.

“I must congratulate you,” she continued, as the milky white seed washed over my hands. “You have a most interesting technique.”

I looked up at her momentarily only to find that her facial features had somehow undergone a mysterious transformation.

“I know you,” I said to her.

The woman laughed and continued to follow each arc of sperm as it flew around us.

“You’re Lenore aren’t you?” I said.

A tremendous jet of sperm flew into the face of the woman next to her.

“Who?” she replied, as yet another woman was instantly christened with a tremendous wash of errant cum.

Seeing the woman’s distress, the entire crowd now broke out into fits of laughter. Even the boy and his girlfriend were laughing, and yet his cock would not stop ejaculating, nor would my hand release its grip upon him.