This is the first story I ever wrote (with the help of a gay friend to help me through some of the "think like a guy" parts), and I wasn't sure what my writing style was, yet. The first few chapters will be from the perspective of individual characters, but after 4 or 5 (11 or 12? don't remember) chapters I just started writing like a normal person :-P I started rewriting the beginning to match the style of the most recent chapters, but it was just so much work... and I have other stories I need to tell, too... so if the perspective shifts seem super annoying, hang in there, because they don't last long, I think. I have like 10 or so chapters already written, and I will need to convert them to these webpages one at a time, so hang in there, it gets better... and sorry in advance if you think it sucks. :-( But IMO it gets better.
Chapter 12 - Mf, Ff, Mf
Christine's
Flight.
Christine got home from work at almost 6pm on Tuesday, as usual completely unaware that her daughter's womb was freshly filled with her husband's cum, and she began packing for her fake business conference in the Bahamas. Yes, there was a real estate convention happening in St. Thomas this week and weekend, and she and her boss Ron were signed up for all of the events and lectures, but they would not be spending much time out of the bedroom, she suspected. Maybe just long enough to take a few pictures for proof she was
at the convention, if she needed them. So tonight she was packing.... no lingerie, in case Stephen looked in her bag he would wonder... and tomorrow she would
get her daughter off for her last day of school before her Christmas break, and then the limo would come to pick her up for the private jet to the Bahamas. Ron's wife was very
rich. Bitch, Christine thought.
Stephen poked his head into the bedroom, "Things are hectic tonight so I just made spaghetti, cool?"
"Yes, that's fine," Christine said coolly. Her thoughts were elsewhere. He
left.
She packed several breezy summer outfits and a few bikinis.... I may not be young anymore but there's a reason I run a 10k every morning... my ass in this bikini she smiled mentally. She finished packing just in time for dinner to be ready.
After dinner she called her daughter. She did love her daughter, in her way.... she
did her best, but she was who she was and it didn't really bother her all that much.
Lindsey was a Daddy's Girl anyway, that much was obvious. He is more of a woman than I
am, she thought with a little bit of disgust. "I am going on a trip tomorrow honey,"
she said to Lindsey. "I'll be gone for a week, will you be ok her alone with Dad?"
"Yeah mom," Lindsey answered... "Vern is staying the night tomorrow night and that will be fun, and Dad said he'd take us out to dinner and stuff, and with no school I will prolly just sleep late and hang with Vern."
"Ok Hon. I know I can trust you. I'll see you off to the bus in the morning but I will be gone before you get home. Give me a hug." And they hugged, and pecked their cheeks, and Lindsey was off to her room.
Sometimes I do wish I could be closer with her... if I should be close with anyone, it should be
her... but then she lost that train of thought as she thought instead about the Bahamas.
The next morning was busy... everyone up and about all at the same time, Stephen cooked her
a big breakfast.... sweet, but pathetic, she thought.... and as the time for the bus approached Lindsey seemed a little antsy. "Excited for the last day of
school?" Christine asked her. "Uh, yeah Mom, exactly. Bye mom and Dad, got to run. Have a fun trip mom," and out the door she went.
Stephen cleaned up the kitchen while Christine watched the bus pull away with her daughter. If the limo was on time it would be here in 10 minutes, so she put on her shoes... not quite "fuck me pumps." but close. They went well with her severe knee-length gray skirt, and white blouse. At gave her 3 inches of height and she knew heels made her ass look great...
Ron tells me so every time he bends her over and makes me keep my shoes on
while he fucks me.
She heard dishwater running as the limo pulled up. She went to the kitchen, "My ride is here, time to go, see you in a week."
"Ok, have a safe trip, call me when you get in."
"I will. Love you."
"Love you," he answered, and they kissed quickly, and they never once made eye
contact.
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The driver got the door for her and she slid into the dark limousine. Ron was there, waiting. The door was closed. Before the driver could return to the car and leave, Ron said, "Take off your panties." And she did.
Good thing I had them on over my garters, she thought. Ron put her lacy white panties into his pocket, and from the other pocket took out a vibrating egg. "Spread your legs."
She lifted her skirt a little, and spread them. She still hadn't said a word, not even as Ron slid
the egg into her. Ron noticed her garters and tucked the control wand for the egg into one in
near inner thigh. "Do you like that?"
"Yes" she said... trying to keep her voice calm but unable to suppress a quiver as the egg vibrated inside her, behind her clit.
"You will now suck my cock until we reach the airport." And she did. She came twice on the egg without touching it, and as they entered the airport gate he exploded into her mouth and she swallowed his cum.
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The private jet was big, she thought. She had been in a couple others, but in this one she didn't need to bend over as she walked down the aisle. Neither did Ron for that matter, and he was 6'2. She followed him to a spot over the wing,
two comfortable-looking lounge chairs with tables. There was a drink already waiting for Ron, and a gorgeous young woman...
she has to be 22 and almost 6 feet tall, Christine thought, asked her if she would like a beverage. "Just an orange juice" Christine said, trying to gracefully take her seat while wearing high heels, and with a vibrating egg in her pussy.
"Make it a mimosa, Amelia," Ron said to the flight attendant.
"Yes Mr. Scott," she purred, and left to make Christine's drink.
Christine crossed her legs, suppressing the urge to moan as the vibrations hit her differently, and turned to Ron. "Amelia? 'yes
Mr. Scott?'" she asked, eyebrow arched. Christine didn't like this at all.
"Yes. Amelia has been with the family company for a couple years, now, and she and I have been close since she was a little girl and her mother was flight crew for my wife's
father. I always make Amelia available when I need to use the jet."
"Is that so?" Christine was going to say more... she didn't like this one bit, it was bad enough sharing him with his wife... but...
And then the pilot came out of the cockpit, "If all of your party is here Mr. Scott, we have clearance from the tower to take off."
"You may proceed, Captain. My party is complete." and the pilot nodded, went back to the cockpit, and closed the door.
And then before she had a chance to resume the 'Amelia' conversation, there she was with
Christine's drink as the jet began to taxi.
Ron interjected, "Amelia, the door is secure and we are taxiing. Why don't you get more comfortable."
"Yes Mr. Scott," she purred, and began undoing her blouse.
"Ron, I don't..." Christine started saying, but he interjected.
"Be quiet. You will do as you are told," and she knew by his tone of voice he was not playing... and she immediately demurred. "Enjoy Amelia," he said, gesturing toward the tall, gorgeous woman now taking off her blouse.
Christine let her eyes caress Amelia. She is tall, blonde, her hair is perfect... expensive bra, c-cup breasts... beautiful eyes, the same color as
Ron's...I have to admit she is gorgeous... and by now Amelia unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet.
Oh my... matching panties and also garters... she and I have nearly the same lingerie... but she is ten years younger, and taller. Just great. Gorgeous
young flight attendant, and me the old troll. "Anything else Mr. Scott?" her question started Christine out of her trance.
"Yes, Amelia. Christine here has something of mine inside her vagina. Please return it to me and replace it with your tongue."
"Now wait just a minute, Ron," Christine interjected angrily. "I never said that
I..."
"SILENCE." Ron's voice cut over hers. "Now is the time for you to do what you are told. Now allow Amelia to do as she is told before I get angry and have to punish her."
Christine had no intention of doing what she was told, and she opened her mouth... but nothing would come out.
Have I been trained that well, she wondered?
Amelia was now unzipping Christine's skirt, and pulled it down as Christine
lifted her butt from the seat, and lifted her feet out of it. Amelia folded it and put it on the arm of the
next chair. She saw Christine's garters, "Oh, lovely, we have similar
tastes," as she
touched them over Christine's thighs. She removed the egg control wand from
Christine's garter, switched it to its off position. Christine felt the absence of vibrations, her body wanted them back, and Amelia
gently removed the egg from her dripping pussy. She made a show of licking
Christine's juices off of it, "Oh my, you taste so good, I am really going to enjoy this." She put the egg aside, spread Christine's legs, kissed her way up her thigh, and soon was licking her pussy from top to bottom. The shock of a tongue on her clit made her gasp... she looked down, the gorgeous blonde woman was now face-first in her vagina, only her nose and eyes visible above her clit, and she could see her head rocking in time with the tongue sliding in and out of her pussy. Every third or fourth thrust she would take out her tongue and lick her clit for a moment, then return her tongue inside Christine. Christine knew she should hate this... Ron is obviously fucking Amelia, too... but she is finding it difficult to concentrate on that when the best tongue she has ever felt is opening her wide. Christine gripped the arm of her chair and spread her thighs to Amelia, surrendering.
Christine's breathing became more rapid, and she felt her heart racing. Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed she was still taxiing in a private
jet as she felt the vibrations from the wheels on the runway on her seat. Amelia's tongue seemed to know her pussy better than she did. It was everywhere Christine needed to be stimulated, at exactly the right time...
how is she doing this, Christine thought. Suddenly through the fog of her pleasure she heard an intercom, "We have been approved for takeoff, prepare for thrust." She heard Ron say, "Amelia, you know what to do." She heard Amelia say "Yes Mr. Scott" muffled into her vagina... and suddenly Amelia's tongue was assaulting her clit... around and around, back and forth, sucking it between her lips, light bites... it was more than Christine could take... her orgasm hit her at exactly the moment the pilot gave power to the engines and the g-force pushed Christine back into her seat, and held Amelia's face tight against her vagina as she crested her orgasm. Christine never had an orgasm hit her like this one.
After a few moments when Christine recovered, the plane was angling up sharply, she looked down and saw Amelia kneeling between her thighs, using one as a pillow,
gently caressing Christine's skin. The jet was still ascending sharply so she was also hanging on a little.
"You seemed to enjoy that," Ron said from the seat across the aisle. "I certainly enjoyed watching it."
"Oh my god," was all Christine could manage, and she reached down to caress Amelia's face, who seemed to enjoy the affection, "Thank you" she said to Amelia softly.
"You're welcome" she smiled back.
"How did you do that... how did you know how to... to me..."
Amelia smiled, rested her cheek on Christine's thigh, looking up at her, "I don't know, you are the first girl I have been with."
Christine was silently stunned by that.
The plane leveled off, and Amelia was able to regain her feet. On her way up she gave Christine a long, lingering kiss... Christine's first kiss with another woman... and whispered, "Thank you for letting me do that for you... you were amazing..." into her ear. Christine was just stunned... could only look at this young woman in wonder.
SHE is thanking ME?
"Amelia, would you prepare the back, please? We still have four hours until St. Thomas," Ron said.
"Yes Mr. Scott," she answered, with a mischievous smile, Christine noticed. Well of course he is fucking her. Ugh. At least he has good taste. Amelia walked past a partition to the rear of the plane. She turned to Ron.
"Yet another woman I need to share you with?" Christine asked.
Ron studied her a moment, "Well... it isn't what you think. Let us give Amelia a few moments to prepare the back and I will tell you my proposal." Christine just looked at him and sipped her
mimosa, she was feeling slightly dehydrated.
Amelia came back forward, still in her lacy bra, matching panties, garters, stockings, and heels. Christine couldn't help but have a tingle looking at her, her body still felt the orgasm that girl had given her. "The back is prepared, Mr. Scott," Amelia stated.
"Splendid. Christine, would you join me?" And he took her hand and led her back in the plane, Amelia following. In the back of a plane was a large bed, along the center line of the plane, with many soft pillows and cushions. Ron stopped to look at the women... "You are both so lovely, and nearly match. Amelia, please remove Christine's blouse so you match." Amelia did, looking into Christine's eyes as she
undid the buttons. With her tall heels Christine was only about an inch shorter than Amelia, but she still felt small and feminine next to her... another shiver. Amelia removed her blouse from Christine's shoulders and arms... they really did have the same style bra, with Amelia's being white and Christine's more flesh toned. "That is lovely... you two are a vision, together.
Christine, remove Amelia's panties. Yours are still up front. I want you both to be the same."
Christine, beyond the capacity for thought, put her hands on Amelia's waist... her skin... so soft, so
hot... slid her hands down her hips causing a light gasp from Amelia that only she could hear, and slid her panties down... bending over caused her face to brush Amelia's lacy bra... they both
felt that happen. She saw Amelia's vagina was as perfect as the rest of her, soft and
smooth as a newborn baby. For a moment she thought of her daughter.
"Just lovely, really, the both of you. Somehow I think you are both more beautiful together than you are separately..." and Christine glanced at Amelia, finding her eyes, and blushed, looking away. "Ladies, help me join you." Ron had already slipped his shoes off at some point, and undone his belt. Amelia moved forward to unbutton his shirt, and Christine
OH MY GOD what is happening here... to me... was undoing his pants. Amelia took off his shirt as Christine took down his pants, and boxers. His cock was already very hard. It hit her in the face as she helped him step out of his pants. Amelia put his shirt aside and stood next to him, draped on him like a coat over his arm, her bra against his side, his thighs around his, his arm around her, and she took his cock in her hand and held it, in front of Christine's face as she knelt before him. She slowly stroked him to as she watched. She looked up at Ron, feeling jealous. Ron noticed. "Don't be that way my sweet Christine... I knew Amelia long before I met you," Amelia giggled, "And our relationship is much different than yours and mine. In time you will come to understand this. Now join her in giving me pleasure," at which time Amelia took his cock and aimed it right for
Christine's mouth. This is so fucked up... but so goddam hot.... I will be angry
later... and she took his cock into her mouth as Amelia held it for her. He heard him say, "Look at how she uses her entire head movement, takes me deep, but still focuses on my most pleasurable areas with her tongue... you can learn from her, dear," and he covered her ears
with his hands and began fucking her mouth. Her heard Amelia respond, it didn't sound like "yes
Mister Scott" but close. It wasn't long before she was swallowing his second load of cum for the morning while Amelia watched.
Ron helped her to her feet, after he finished... "My dear, please relax a bit. Get in bed with Amelia." Amelia took her hand and they lied in bed together. They were on their sides, facing each other... close, but not touching. She felt Amelia's hand on her thigh. "Christine, by my count you have had three orgasms today.... poor Amelia hasn't had any. Please put this inside of her the way I did it to you, this morning," and from the table next to him he took the egg that had spent the car ride inside her vagina. She heard a gasp from Amelia... but not a gasp of fear.
Christine took it from his hand, and turned to her... "Are you.. ready?" she asked Amelia softly.
"Oh yes...please..." Amelia responded,
her eyes large, spreading her thighs slightly... Christine turned the egg on, felt it's vibrations... she ran it down Amelia's belly causing her to gasp and
suck in her tummy a little, trying to get away from the light tickling
sensation. When she got to Amelia's mound, she ran little circles all over, letting the vibrations penetrate her... the gasping and
sighing showed she as responding. When she took the egg and brushed Amelia's clit with it, Amelia cried out and she grabbed Christine's shoulders, holding her closer... Christine slowly moved it against her clit,
slow circles, then palming it and pressing against her... Amelia crying out and gasping with every movement. Christine could feel how wet she was lower down, with her fingertips. She took the egg and slid it down to her entrance... and slowly began applying pressure, pushing it inside... and as she did Amelia grabbed her and gave Christine a hard kiss, tongue invading her mouth, as Christine pushed the egg inside her wet,
and tight, wow! vagina as deep as her fingers could push it. Amelia was going crazy, almost screaming into Christine's mouth as she kissed her, hips jerking, brushing her clit against Christine's fingers, who went along with that.
This girl is cumming like an animal. Christine helped her ride it out, and turned the vibrations off when it was obviously too much for her. It all took less than 5 minutes to bring Amelia to ruin... she seemed completely sundered. She held Christine kissing her neck as she caught her breath, coming down from her climax.
I just made a woman cum...
"So do you want to tell me what all of this is about?" She asked Ron, who was
lying at the end of the bed, slowly stroking his cock while he watched them. She was holding Amelia and stroking her skin, absently.
Amelia had draped her leg over Christine's thigh. This girl isn't afraid to be intimate. Again she thought of her daughter, for some reason.
"You've been waiting for me to leave my wife, and be with you. Do you still want this?" Ron asked... sending a shiver across every inch of Christine's skin.
"I... yes. It's what I have always wanted."
"Are you willing to come away with me today, right now?"
"Are you saying you are leaving her?"
"Yes I am. I needed time to prepare, but everything is in place. So are you willing to come? To completely sever ties to your old life? Leave your husband, daughter, mortgage, car loans? Possibly never see them again?"
Mortgage car loans job... nothing. Husband.. nothing. Good riddance. Daughter...
no. I.... she's my daughter. "I... I am not sure I can just completely abandon Lindsey... I never thought you would ever ask that of me..."
"Well, I don't want to appear overly dramatic. It probably would not come to that. But you are willing to give up custody of her, to be with me?"
"Well.... yeeees.... I... as long as I can still see her. I'm her Mom." She noticed Amelia now relaxed, looking up at her from being held in Christine's arms, listening.
"You're sure. This is me officially making the offer. If you want to stay with me, life as you knew it is over, and a new luxurious life starts now, and you will be mine. If you can't sever ties with your old life, I will take you to St. Thomas as promised, you can attend the convention, and you will never see me again. Either way, I am never going back."
"You're serious," she asked.
"Deadly serious. I have put events into motion that if I ever return to the United States, I will be incarcerated. After today I am a French citizen."
"And you really want me to come with you?"
"Yes I do."
She looked down at the woman she was holding. "Are there any other surprises like Amelia, here?"
"No... Amelia is a special case... one I will explain, if you decide to come with me. There are no other women
with whom I am intimate, aside from those on this jet."
"And... we'll be comfortable? No running out of money and options in three years?"
"Yes, very comfortable. I have contacts with the regional governors and local police force, and they are all going to be very well compensated for the rest of theirs, and their successors, lives, to leave us alone.
And I have an estate, already. The word 'palatial' isn't an exaggeration."
Christine thought about it. About him, her husband, this mysterious woman she was holding in her arms, and especially her daughter.
Can I abandon my daughter? I pretty much become worst mother ever, at this point. We've never been close but I do love her... and a girl needs her mother, doesn't she?
"What about... what about my daughter... can we see to it she is comfortable, too?
They would be losing my income, which face it, pays for the house and most of the groceries. I don't want her to have hardships."
"I thought you might say that. I opened a Swiss account and a lawyer that will deliver the passcode to your husband, should you decide to come with me. The money is untraceable and can never be taken away from them. It will provide her, in trust through your husband until she is 18, with
one million dollars. That should pay the mortgage and college and keep raisin bran on the table, eh?"
That... a million... and he said he couldn't return to the United States without getting arrested... where... "you embezzled money from your wife's company, didn't you."
He smiled. "If you are coming with me, I will answer that.," he said.
Amelia kissed her neck. "I hope you come with us," she sighed.
New life. Away from Stephen. Lindsey taken care of forever, far better than I could do myself. And in a rare moment of a fond affection for her husband,
and maybe Stephen can find someone who actually loves him, too.
"So are you coming?" He asked.
"Oui."
Ron actually laughed at her little joke. "SPLENDID." All smiles, as he got on his knees on the bed. "Amelia, let's celebrate Christine joining our little family... get between her legs and lick her pussy while I start filling her in on the family secrets.... she really enjoyed it last time."
Amelia giggled, getting into position between Christine's legs.... she was still getting used to the idea of how her life just changed, and
she spread her legs to give herself to Amelia without even thinking about it....
OH MY GOD there's that tongue as Amelia began licking her....
Ron came up behind Amelia's hips, sticking in the air while her face was buried between Christine's thighs... he pulled the egg out of her, causing her to moan.
He replaced it with his cock, holding her hips as he worked his way in.... I could tell she was
tight, Christine thought.... Amelia's tongue stopping as her concentration was on her pussy getting filled... her tongue
then resumed its assault on her clit as Ron started pumping her from behind... she and Ron looking each other in the eyes as they both took pleasure from gorgeous Amelia...
OH MY GOD this life... it is going to be amazing... And Amelia started whimpering into Christine's vagina...
Ron riding her nonstop, forever, Christine's head spinning...and finally Christine felt that familiar tingle, she was getting close... and she heard the change in Ron's breathing, HE was getting close... and Ron... without breaking stride, looked at Christine and said, "I met Amelia's mother when I started as an executive at the company 17 years ago, working for my wife's father, and right before I caught my wife's eye. She was my personal assistant and a nymphomaniac. She would plan my schedule around the twice a day she would come into my office to fuck me. Obviously she got pregnant..." Ron started pumping Amelia harder, driving her tongue into Christine's clit... "Christine, I would like you to meet Amelia, my 16 year old daughter," and as soon as he got that last word out he started cumming, flooding his daughter's vagina with cum... and that set off Amelia, who cried out "Daaaddddiiieeee..." as she had her orgasm, and the vibrations on her clit from Amelia's orgasm set off Christine...
and it was several minutes until they fell into a heap, breathing hard and holding each other...
Ron, holding his daughter on one side and his new woman on the other, caught his breath and said, "I have a fertilization specialist arranged in France. Once we are settled we three can begin arranging to fill our estate with more happy little daughters... there are way too many empty rooms."
Christine felt a small contraction in her womb at the thought.