The Island, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 3

... turgid member and began stroking it. I opened her front hook bra, freeing her soft, white globes. Her nipples were hard little pink nubs, set in puckered areolae and perched on top of lovely, swaying udders of tit flesh. I sucked first one, then the other, drawing her pink points deep into my mouth and caressing the diamond-hard nipples with my tongue. She was panting heavily now, and her finger was drawing circles of pre-cum on my cockhead. I aimed my rigid man meat at her sopping slot, and looked deep into her captivating green eyes as I slid in her to the hilt. Her cunny began spasming around my prick, and she closed her eyes and bit my lip as her orgasm washed over her. I began pumping into her warm, wet pudding-bowl of a pussy, driving deep within her womb and slapping her ass with my heavy balls with each thrust. She reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her with even more force. I brought one hand up to the riot of red curls on her head, twining my fingers in that gorgeous mane and slipping my tongue between her parted lips. After a few minutes of ecstatic joining, she again rose to a shuddering climax, and I pumped my seed deep into her cunt as she clenched her vagina on my spurting knob, draining every drop I had to give her. As my dick slowly wilted in her warm softness, we looked at each other and smiled. “We haven’t even been properly introduced,” I chuckled. She flashed me a dazzling smile, her hands still gripping my ass. “I know your name from ...

... the manifest—it’s Dave Connor. Mine is Sharon. Sharon Kelly.” “Pleased to meet you, Sharon,” I said. “I am definitely giving this airline the highest possible review on Trip Advisor.” She laughed as we pulled apart, my cock leaving her tight pussy with a slight pop. “They don’t call them the friendly skies for nothing. “ We reassembled our clothing and made ourselves presentable. I was just about to make some inane comment when all hell broke loose in the cabin. My first thought was, This is definitely the most exciting trip I have ever taken, and I haven’t even gotten off the plane yet… My second was, Something is seriously wrong here! Sharon and I peered through the curtain to see several of the Middle Easterners standing in the aisles, one of them waving what seemed to be a white gun. I had heard of plastic guns made by 3-D printers, that could avoid TSA scrutiny, and wondered if that was one of them. One of the men had the blond stewardess in a death grip, with what appeared to be a ceramic knife held to her neck. He was barking orders to the air marshal, ordering him to drop his gun or he would kill the girl. The plane was dropping like a stone, and my stomach flipped as we free fell for a couple of thousand feet. The marshal finally complied, and as he placed his gun on the floor of the plane, the hijacker sprang on him and plunged the knife into his neck. The poor bastard dropped to the ground, bleeding out in seconds. The stewardess fell to her knees in the aisle, ...