He decided that luck was in his favor, right from the start.
He'd seduced Rachel, Amy's friend, both physically as well as mentally, getting the girl to spill the beans and tell him what she had been holding back from Amy's parents, the real reasons surrounding Amy Mitchell's decision not to return home, but to stay on in Europe.
And furthermore, he found himself sitting right next to a girl cast out of the same mold as Amy. They'd boarded the plane together and Drew, who was used to first-class accommodations, had been forced to ride coach when he could not get the reservations he had requested.
He decided in retrospect that the airline had done him a great service. Otherwise, he might never have been able to enjoy the close-up company of young Janet Halston. He helped her stow her back-pack in the overhead rack and then, with a great show of friendliness, got her to accept his offer of a drink when the stewardess came around.
Despite the fact that Janet was not older than sixteen or so, the stew didn't hassle Drew about ordering an alcoholic beverage for the girl, wine in this case. "Gee, this is really nice of you, Mr. Livingston," she said as he clinked glasses with her, Janet sipping white wine while he had his requisite martini.
Introductions had come and gone and now he settled back in his seat, finding it next to impossible to keep his eyes off of the teenager. She was blonde and tawny the way his niece was, slim and lithe beneath her tight bellbottom jeans and baggy peasant blouse.
"I just hope the kids hanging around The Dam are going to be half as friendly," she went on.
"Amsterdam?" he said knowledgeably. "But the flight is landing in Paris."
"I know. I'm going to meet my ole man… my boy friend, that is, and then we're gonna hitch down to Amsterdam. Won't it be a gas, going off to Europe like this for the rest of the summer until September."
It was now the early part of May and Janet went on to explain that the private school she attended – Connecticut money, thought Drew with a pleasant smile… let out early, so she had nearly five months to bum around and see the continent.
Drew listened attentively. He had all the words and the moves that went along with them and he made sure to keep her wine glass constantly filled to the brim. The more she drank, the more effervescent she became, bubbly, cheerful and marvelously animated.
He turned slightly in the seat, glad that they were towards the back of the plane and out of the mainstream of chatter which echoed down the aisles. There were only two seats in a row, not three and this too pleased him to no end, for he knew he'd never be able to get to first base with the girl had there been another passenger on her other side or worse, right between the two of them.
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So he waited, forced to endure what seemed a non-stop hardon for the next two hours or so. His cock extended the front of his chino slacks, but he made no move to rearrange the bulky.
The wine went to her head and once they were on a closer footing, he brought up the subject of grass. She told him that she'd been warned not to try to smuggle any dope into France, but that she had one joint on her person, and would love to share it with him, though they'd have to do it separately. So right after they'd finished their dinner – Janet said it was a waste of good grass to smoke and they stuff your face – first she got up and went into the bathroom and then came back to palm him half of the remaining joint.
He had absolutely nothing against smoking it and hoped that it would turn the girl on sexually, as it usually did for him. He smoked it quickly in the lavatory, splashed some aftershave around the narrow cubicle to hide the smell and returned to his seat, already well on his way to being stoned.
Her eyes were aglow, red-rimmed and turning glassy when he sat down next to her, having made sure to turn off the light above his seat, that as well as procuring a blanket from the stewardess. He made no pretense about what he was doing, spreading the blanket, two of them actually, over their bodies as he snuggled down and sighed with contentment.
"Man, you're far-out, Drew," she said with admiration, now that they were on a first-name basis. "I mean, I bet you're as old as my dad and yet you like to get high. Shit, that's far out."
"Actually," he said, leaning over and kissing her playfully on the tip of her button nose, "I'm a dirty old man. I'm off to Paris to have an affair with a chick as young as you are. I'm," at which point he leaned closer and stared intently into her eyes, "her sugar daddy. And let me tell you, kiddo, she can't get enough of me. Know why?"
"No," Janet whispered with a stoned little giggle, amazed at what he was telling her, just as Drew had hoped.
"Because… I'm hung like a fucking horse." And as Janet's mouth dropped open and responded to his words, as she began to laugh with delight that he was so uninhibited the way she felt she was, Drew reached out with one hand under the blanket and took hold of her wrist, pulling her arm over and pressing her palm and five fingers down against the huge swollen and misshapen bulge which was still tenting up the front of his chino trousers.
He didn't expect her to pull back and sure enough, the grass and his company, his physical magnetism, had all combined to do the trick. To turn a number, as she told him she liked to call it, right there on the plane was something which appealed to her sense of mischievousness and sexual freedom.
So, it was ultimately no great coup or surprise that when he let go her fingers pressed down hotly against the bulky projection of his rampant boner. Drew smiled with contentment, glanced around and made sure that none of, the neighboring passengers knew what was going on.
But they appeared to all be asleep and he turned his back on them, swung sideways and shoved his hips forward, biting down on his lower lip to suppress a groan of pleasure.
Janet was certainly into what she was doing.
Her fingers moved back and forth, fondling and feeling him up, absolutely turned on to what he had gotten her to do. But Drew was not to be satisfied with being merely goosed. He had to have her at the same time and without telling the girl what he had in mind, he finally reached out and pressed his own horny and sweaty hand down between her shapely thighs.
A little whimper of complicity escaped her lips. But she made no move to push his hand away. Rather, she responded as pleasurably as Drew was doing, even going so far as to lean her head on his shoulder.
She closed her eyes, filled with delight and from afar anyone who might have seen them would have smiled at the sight, father and daughter half-asleep and content with each other's company. Nothing however could have been farther from the truth. Dirty old man or not, Drew Livingston knew what he wanted and he was well on his way to getting it, too.
He could feel the soft meaty pad between her legs and he rubbed his hand back and forth grew quickly impatient and sought to yank down the zipper to Janet's fly. "Let me do it for you. It'll be easier that way," she whispered, her eyes aglow with sexual excitement. "And you do it too, as much as you can, dig it?"
"Man, I dig it, all right," he snickered, letting go of her crotch as she eased her band off of his tool, her fingers having felt the entire length of his straining rod, eager to touch it in actuality, not through the covering of his chino trousers.
So as she opened her jeans and unzipped her fly, Drew did precisely the same thing under the blanket. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper to his trousers and then with a minimum of effort and without a telltale flurry of motion, managed to push his slacks down to his knees, his underpants as well.
His crotch was naked, his ass flat on the seat and when he reached over towards the girl's lap once again, he was rewarded with the bristly feel of her naked and palpitating muff. He could have screamed out with delight, right then and there, but held his excitement back, palming her naked and juicy little twat and savoring the way it felt against his trembling fingers.
The little fleecy mane of pubic hair grew up and down over her narrow split, a gash which already was leaking hot oily trickles of cunt juice. She fought to control herself, squirming back and forth on the seat as he palmed her cooze and then slowly rubbed across her paper thin labia before trying to wedge his middle finger right inside her box.
"That's it, oh shit, this is far out, Drew," she giggled under her breath, biting down on her lower lip too as he pushed his finger inquisitively forward, probing the terrain of her naked and trembling twat.
Drew couldn't have been more turned on or delighted, so aroused by what they were doing that he found it hard to believe it was actually happening. The last time he'd had sex like this, in a public place that is, had been years before, on a bus trip to college. He'd gotten a nun to allow him to masturbate her and the experience stayed with him for years.
Now, he was reliving it allover again, except that he was with a teenager, not a mature woman. He pushed his finger down and hit against the small and pulpy pea that was her virginal clitoris, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. He'd triggered the very lodestone of her sexual delight and he tweaked the swollen little morsel of cunt flesh against the tip of his finger, then pushed down until he was fully ensheathed, the entire length of his digit buried into her hot and itching box.
Her hips shoved forward and even as Drew began to finger-fuck her in earnest, Janet slid her hand back over towards his crotch. Just as Rachel had done, just as she had gasped and opened her eyes wide with excitement coupled with awe and disbelief, so did Janet Halston react when her hand came in contact with his hard and straining erection.
She grasped his cock-shaft, unable to even get her hand around it in its wide and thick entirety. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, "up and down, nice and easy." That she did, marveling at the strength of his huge hammer-headed dong. Her fingers slid up and down, her palm rotating over the leaking cap of his pecker and then moving down again until she was able to feel his heavy stones sliding back and forth within his hairy and wrinkled scrotal sac.
Doing this was getting her just as aroused as it was getting Drew. He was having a hard time holding still, his ass bouncing up and down in time to her clutching hand motions. And as she jerked him off, he kept moving his finger in and out, feeling how it was now coated with cunt juice, feeling too how the tight and narrow walls of her snatch were undulating and fluttering against his pistoning finger.
He slid a second finger inside a moment later, eliciting an immediate and heated response. The color had risen in her cheeks and the two of them, were finding it difficult to stop from crying out with pleasure.
Janet kept working her hand up and down, corkscrewing it around his boner so that the heat and pressure of her fingers were slowly but surely getting Drew more and more aroused. But he knew then that he really wouldn't be totally satisfied with just getting a hand-job from this sexy and uninhibited teenybopper.
What he really wanted could be had with a little ingenuity. And so even as he continued to piston and probe his two fingers in and out of her hot and narrow quim, even as she too continued to jack him off with growing expertise and excitement, he leaned over on the seat and whispered into her ear, telling her what he had in mind.
"Man, that's fantastic, sure," she replied once he'd told her the gist of his little scheme, the plan he'd just cooked up in his feverishly working brain.
"Think you really can handle it?" he whispered with a paternal twinkle in his eye.
"Bet your ass I can," she replied, saucy and coquettish as she squeezed his dong with a convulsive tremor of her clutching hand.
He could have kept her fingers glued to his cock for the rest of the flight, but he had something even more arousing on his mind. And so it was that he finally – albeit reluctantly – eased first one and then the other ensheathed and pistoning finger out into the open.
Her cunt lips snapped shut the instant he pulled both fingers free and lifting them up and out of the blanket, he quickly licked them dry, tasting her spicy and pungent vaginal secretions.
Janet finally relinquished her own tight and possessive hold on his manly weapon. She let go of his cock and he moved his hand back under the protective covering of the blanket, pulling his underpants and then his trousers back up around his waist and hips.
He buckled his belt while she attended to her own clothing. And then, once they were suitably dressed once again, he pulled the blanket back having first made sure to position his dong right up along his stomach. Actually, it reached past the waistband of his trousers, but there was no other way to arrange his boner so that it would be any more unnoticeable. As it was, anyone who had their eyes open could easily have seen the way the fly of his chinos was distended with the steely length of his mammoth poker. But the passengers near him as he walked to the rear of the plane were all fast asleep, huddled under their blankets, eyes shut and oblivious to the path he walked between the rows of seats.
Fortunately as well, the stews were in the front galleys, gossiping amongst themselves now that the bulk of their work was finished. So none of them saw the tall and distinguished looking man slip into one of the empty bathroom cubicles, only to be followed moments later by the figure of a long-haired blonde teenage girl.
Spying the occupied sign on, she rapped softly on the door and he clicked it open for her, enabling her to squeeze right inside the cubicle. Once she had gained entry, he locked the door all over again and sat down on the lowered toilet seat, having already dropped his trousers and his underpants.
She pressed her trembling back up against the door and held her breath. The situation was certainly a novel one, even for the both of them. But even more than that, was the fact that now she was able to see with the utmost clarity what she had only been able to judge by the feel of her fingers a few minutes before.
He caught her admiring glances as he tucked his shirt up around his armpits, baring half of his torso and crotch, naked for her all consuming and staring eyes. And even as she continued to gaze at his throbbing and massive mule-cock, licking her lips with a mixture of nervousness and delight, Drew reached out and rapidly unzipped the fly of her man-tailored boy-tailored, actually – bellbottoms.
He unsnapped the top fastener and pulled them down off of her narrow hips, ogling the shadow of her fleecy muff behind the front of her tight and revealing bikini briefs. These he shucked down with a flick of her wrist, barely able to contain his raging excitement when he found himself staring lustfully at her slim and naked vagina.
It looked even more tempting and appetizing than Rachel's cunt, tighter and less hirsute, a mere fleecy pony mane of straw-colored crisp and glistening pubic fur marking the twin petals that were the outer lips of her virginal twat.
"Try sitting on my lap, for starters," he whispered, knowing that silence was a virtue he had to uphold, lest any of the other passengers or the stewardesses hear what was going on in the lavatory. But the grass had done its aphrodisiacal and uninhibited job, loosening any restraints the girl might normally have felt.
Now, she seemed only all too eager to obey him and follow his instructions to the letter. Accordingly, she moved forward, her jeans tangled around her ankles and her cunt itching and gushing hot trickles of slippery cunt juice which oozed down and dripped along the insides of her thighs.
Drew held his breath, smacked his lips and felt his mouth watering and his cock leaking in response to Janet's mere physical presence, to her nudity and her lush, little muff in particular. Quickly, she bent down and straddled the tops of his hairy thighs, resting her tight and boyish butt on his lap.
She kicked off her jeans then, for they were getting in the way. Once her legs were free, her blouse suddenly pulled up high so that he could admire and suck upon her naked little boobies when he got the opportunity, Drew pulled her forward and got her into position.
She had to nearly stand on tiptoe so that when he took hold of the base of his meaty poker he was able to align the rounded cockhead with her narrow crimson gash. He pushed forward, instructing her to push down with the object of impaling herself on his dong. It was not an easy position or objective to achieve, but both of them were determined to see it through to eventual fruititon and success, or shall we coin a pun and say, "sexcess".
Sexcess, success or excess, what was the difference?
They were all one and the same to Mr. Drew Livingston and he held his breath as he gripped his penis with one firm manly hand and tried to push the mushroom-shaped glans right between the youngster's tight and narrow cunt petals.
As had been the case with Rachel Strauss, Janet was finally forced to reach down. She let go of his shoulders which she had been holding onto for support and to maintain her balance. Then, taking hold of each juice-smeared and trembling vaginal fold, she splayed them as wide as she could, displaying the ruby-red and pulpy interior of her glistening quim.
Her pea-shaped clitoris bobbed out at him like a blind and unseeing eye and he groaned and stabbed forward, thrusting eagerly with his weight centered at his hips. A convulsive tremor passed through their bodies as he tried to cram his glans right into place, stuffing it up into the vestibule of her girlish muff.
He managed with less difficulty than he would have imagined, for as soon as he exerted considerable pressure, her vulva seemed to give way, to stretch paper-thin so that within minutes the head of his penis was buried up inside of her, squashing her clitoris down and giving her rippling spasms of sexual bliss such as she had rarely if ever experienced before.
"Okay now?" he whispered and when Janet Halston nodded her head vigorously up and down, he held her tightly around the waist. She let go of her labia majorum and like elastic bands they snapped shut, clinging and sticking tightly to the neck of his throbbing boner. She was still just about standing on her feet, but he pulled down, trying to maneuver her so that she gobbled up and consumed one hard hot inch of manflesh after another, sucking his cock into her tight and gaping snatch.
A droplet of bright-red blood appeared on her lower lip. She was biting down, trying not to scream out from the frenzied excitement she was feeling as he pushed her down, inch after agonizingly thick and cumbersome inch. He kept his eyes glued between their legs, groaning under his breath as he watched what was happening, as he felt the way his cock-shaft was being rubbed and scraped raw as it traveled up into her girlish vagina.
"It's so good," she whispered, eying their laps intently, watching with disbelief as he managed to stuff his hose completely into her, right up the root. Within a few more minutes she actually was sitting firmly on his lap, engorged with so much meat that she felt as if she could taste his cock in the back of her throat, as if it was filling her entire body, not just her overstuffed cunt.
Drew felt the same kind of intensely satisfying and burning sexual stimuli and for a moment the two of them were content to remain as they were. She sat on his lap, her cuntlips stretched wide as a gaping mouth, his hairy bush matted down and tangled with her own sparse and fleecy love-nest.
His balls hung down against the lowered toilet seat, shuddering or so it felt from the exquisitely sublime and satisfying pressure of having horsed his dong into her pussy. "I can't stop it," he told her, pushing her down until his leaking glans tipped her womb and triggered a rippling surge of excitement.
His hands slid up and cupped her tender little knockers and as he squeezed and tweaked each pointy and stiff-standing young pink nipple, Janet lifted her ass off of his grizzly thighs so that his cock began to slip out into the open.
The friction thus produced gave both of them the chills, chills of sexual response and urgency that is, not of coldness. He shoved her back down and she began to get into what she was doing now that her box was adjusting to the extreme pressure of his long, wide and agonizingly thick penis.
She started moving up and down as if she was riding a pogo stick, only it was his joystick she was using to bounce with, corkscrewing her hips from side to side, even working her vaginal muscles around his thick and cumbersome boner.
Each fresh up and down motion, each swish and plunge of her narrow and bony hips, made him pant and he was having a hard time controlling himself, hardly aware of the fact that here they were in the lavatory of an airplane, fucking up a storm, unbeknownst to anyone other than themselves.
"Yes, it's unreal. Shit, you are hung like a horse, a fucking salami, Drew," she complimented him, savoring his extremely oversized and virile pecker.
He grinned and chuckled under his breath holding her securely. Then, bending his head forward, he applied the same sexual magic he was using on her cunt to her tits, lashing his wide raspy-edged tongue over one and then the other tender pear-shaped bub.
Her response was immediate. She hung onto his shoulders and moved up and down at a faster and faster rate, anticipating his own heated response, the way he thrust agilely from his hips, meeting her plunging downward strokes halfway. Her cunt rose and fell, scraping and frictioning around his penis and holding it in a secure and throbbing embrace.
Her vaginal muscles went into play then convulsing around his shaft and as he continued to suck on her jugs, loving their firmness and youthful resiliency, he could tell that Janet was well on her way to getting off, about to come in less time than he would have imagined possible.
In order to get the full benefit of her lush little cooze, a cooze his cock had managed to stretch wide as never before, he gently eased her back, pushing himself forward until he had managed to wedge her neck and shoulders against the locked bathroom door. Inclined this way, he was able to call the shots and make the moves, hunching forward and almost sliding off of the toilet seat.
"Yes, man, oh man make it good, shoot it, don't stop, just cream into me, flood me with your come, your load," she panted, begging for his gism, wanting him to drain his balls dry and fill her with what she knew would be as abundant a load as his abundantly sized penis.
Drew was all too eager to do exactly what the girl had asked.
He was now able to slug in and out, hammering his cock back and forth and ripping into her box like a maddened stallion. She was shuddering more violently by then and he sensed that any second the explosion would come and Janet Halston would go hurtling into the very maelstrom of her contagious release, for he too was about to get off, feeling his body tensing as the heat and friction permeating his cock continued to mount.
"More, oh man, fuck me blind, fuck me, pound it in," the girl whimpered, trying to whisper and trying to stop herself from crying out with delight. Her cunt muscles fibrillated around his bucking heaving joystick and when she finally began to come, when her orgasm took hold of her and knocked her just about senseless, Drew felt himself carried along on the raging tidal wave of the youngster's gloriously stimulating climax.
"Here it is," he announced with a trembling thrust, burying his massive and red-hot pecker down into the tight and searing depths of her pussy. "Oh yeah, you wanted it and here it is, feel it. Shit, yeah, feel my come. Oh Janet baby, what a load, yeah fuck, now, now!" he groaned, hunching forward and hissing between his teeth. He too was trying to hold back the savage and animalistic cries of triumph as he felt his body stiffening, his come triggering out like molten bullets of hot lusty semen.
The thick gushing wads of his rich spend poured like lava down the shuddering and overly stuffed well of her cunt, inundating her pussy with more than enough come to literally fill her twat to the brim.
He smashed his lips against her mouth and their cries of delight and ecstasy were thus muffled as more and more gism flowed into her muff, thick gooey curds of semen. His cock kept on ejaculating, one fierce volleying burst after another, so much cream pouring out that it seemed to him as if he hadn't fucked in weeks.
His balls contracted, banging now against her naked and writhing buns. The girl was beside herself, wedged up against the door, panting and shivering as the throes of her orgasm left her weak and totally fulfilled. And even after she had quieted down, experiencing the last searing rippling waves of pleasure, Drew Livingston was still going strong, unable and unwilling to hold anything back from her.
He poured his bounty into her tight and come-filled twat, loving everything about her, everything that had taken place. His hairy crotch was a shocking and startling contrast to her own relatively hairless and fleecy pubic mount and his burly body was glistening with sweat as he continued to shoot more and more rich hot come down her trench.
But finally, as it must, for all good things must come to an end, sooner or later, the last hot waves of pleasure and the last hot wads of come poured into her muff and he sank against her, gasping for breath. Her titties swayed up and down, each nipple just as stiff and turgid with trapped blood as they had been a few minutes earlier when he'd sucked on them with sexual oblivion.
Now, it was all they could do to try to calm down, catching their breaths as he gently eased her back into a sitting position. She inclined her head on his hairy chest, her heart beating as rapidly and quickly as his own.
His hands were wrapped around her back and he felt like father-lover-uncle rolled into one. Janet could easily have been his niece and he thought of that now and hoped she was still in Paris as Rachel Strauss had told him, as the girl had said she honestly believed. He couldn't bear the thought of meeting with failure. For if anything, this trip had only met with success from the start. First Rachel and now Janet, the two teenagers giving Drew more pleasure together than he knew he had really experienced in the last six months.
He held onto her as she sat on his lap and leaned against his burly chest, her eyes closed and her body glowing with an aura of rosy sexual contentment. Slowly and by degrees he was able to feel his penis losing its stiff and steely erection. It began to go limp inside of the girl's come-filled muff and even as thick warm curds of his spend oozed down around their crotches, slippery and wet, his penis too oozed down, sliding out until it finally slipped down and out into the open.
It plopped out loudly and draped over his depleted balls it was a whitish and pink sausage, long and still a goodly size. He could not have been more pleased when Janet opened her eyes, glanced down and suddenly and silently slid off of his lap to kneel between his thickset thighs. He hadn't said a word all this time, but he smiled with delight when she reached out and took hold of his limp tool, opening her mouth at the same instant.
A moment later he was shuddering, bathed in his own post-coital glow as the youngster cleansed his cock dry with her slim probing tongue, licking up the salty and viscous wads of semen which were adhering to his meat, mixed with her own musky vaginal juices.
He let her do as she pleased, no longer concerned about being discovered. But he also knew, even as the teenager continued to suck on his cock, that the best was yet to come. Namely, Amy Mitchell, his niece and hopefully, his future lover.