Mach-2 Club
Keywords: Club, Mach-2,
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He just smiled back politely and replied, "Sure, be my guest." Instead of waiting for him to stand in the aisle to let her in, she awkwardly climbed over his legs while facing him. Unless her tunic concealed those phony nipples he'd seen some women wear, she wore no bra. Her legs were bare above the anklets and as she climbed over his knees, her skirt hiked up and he saw she wore no panties, even getting a fast glimpse of her hairless pussy.
After she'd finally contorted herself into her seat and settled in, the hem of her skirt stopped at mid-thigh. Like her face, the skin on her legs was also deeply tanned. He hadn't heard her speak enough to tell for sure, but from her smooth, hairless legs, he'd guess her to be an American. She caught his lingering look at her legs and commented, "You like? I treated myself to two weeks in Saint-Tropez...nude beach...so I'm brown all over."
Yes, her tan was lovely, but what he'd really been looking at was how well muscled her calves and thighs were. Daydreaming about how long she could ride him before her well toned legs grew too tired, and picturing her on top of him coming repeatedly, once again went directly from his brain to his groin, soaking his briefs with yet more precum. The fantasy picture of her tanned pussy made him even wetter.
They got a conversation going, bringing each other up to speed with brief biographies: what they did for a living, why they'd been in Europe, and so forth. His six months in Saudi Arabia intrigued her and she wanted to hear all about it. After he'd told her how monklike it had been, she leaned in closer and asked impishly, "You mean to tell me you've not been laid in six months?" He admitted that it was sad but true. This made him an even better choice. Six months without any pussy meant he was probably safe, and she KNEW she was STD free. That also explained why he'd ogled her before boarding. His brain was soaked with testosterone and he needed to unload his swollen balls...BADLY!
When the food cart came along, they both declined. One of the pluses of supersonic flight was the short time in the air, easily fitting between two real meals. Also, they were both seasoned travelers and knew better than to eat airline food. After the attendants moved on and left them alone, she finally made her move. Leaning even closer, she cupped his balls and whispered, "How would you like to join the mach-2 club and give ME this six month load?"
He kept his voice low, answering skeptically, "Well sure...look at you...what man wouldn't want to...but are you sure about this? I'm twice your age and easily old enough to be your father..."
That set her back and she just laughed, replying, "You're either flattering me or being kind...I'm older than you think." But then it occurred to her that maybe he was being neither, but rather, just being honest, so she asked him flatly, "Okay, so just how ancient are you?"
He was sure this would nix any chance he had to fuck her, but he answered truthfully, "I turned sixty-one last month."
She put her hand to her mouth to mute a surprised giggle, "Well, you coulda fooled me...I would have guessed you to be in your late forties, tops...you sure do take care of yourself."
Though she'd meant it as a statement, he took it as a question and answered, "Yes, I try to, but it does get boring." He couldn't tell for sure, but didn't think she got his private joke.
"Even so, you're not exactly right. I'm thirty-eight and certainly no longer a spring chicken myself." She whispered in his ear again, "Whatever...the offer's still good, 'ol' timer'...you wanna fuck me or not?"
He put his hand on her right breast and whispered back, "What do you THINK...absolutely!"
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She quietly choreographed it for him. They would do it in the rear loo to avoid competing with the flight crew. The timing would be best late in the flight, but before they throttled down to descend to JFK. He would go first and let her in after a coded knock on the door.
When she thought the other passengers were mostly settled in and the timing seemed right, she nudged him and he made his way down the aisle. Luckily the rear loo was available and he quickly shut the door and threw the latch. After a couple of long minutes, he heard the soft, coded rap on the metal door. He let her in and relatched the door.
She took the initiative and kissed him while her hands were busy unbuckling him, unzipping him, and pulling down his trousers and underwear. In spite of his silver hair, a neatly trimmed, black bush sprouted above his crotch. Looking down to see what he'd brought to the party, she was disappointed to see he had a tiny dick, completely limp from nervousness. Taking matters in hand, she stroked the head in and out of his foreskin. Her enthusiasm apparently allayed his fear. He filled her hand with a full erection in a matter of seconds.
So much for first impressions. His hardon was on the small side of average in length, she'd guess five inches and change...plenty long enough to fill her cunt. But he had more to offer. She felt her pussy moisten as she admired her creation. One of her pet peeves was bedding men with seven inch cocks who thought that gave them the right to ignore her needs. Like the rest of him, he was endowed with a handsome cock. It curved upward in a prow shape, capped with a long, wide head, unsheathed and weeping precum. Best of all, and what got her wet in anticipation, he had the thickest cock she'd ever seen in the flesh, and she'd seen her share.
From what she'd read and heard, old guys were supposed to have erections that barely made it to horizontal(on a good day) and spongy balls that sagged halfway to their knees. She'd been fucking boys(and later men) since she turned fourteen, so she had a lot to compare him with. Her soon to be club mate had an erection as sharply angled as the horniest teenager she could remember, twitching rapidly in anticipation of getting pussy. She squeezed his shaft and felt his balls. His cock felt as hard as her first, a fourteen year old boy who was lucky enough to enjoy her first hand job. Maybe he, too, could shoot cum two feet into the air.
Her hands were average size for a woman, but she couldn't touch her middle finger to her thumb around his thick shaft. His balls were on the smaller side, but hung snugly against the root of his shaft, hard and full, filling out his nearly hairless sack. Though his package was naturally dark skinned, the tan she'd seen when he was dressed, turned out to be a farmer tan.
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She was smart and experienced. When she took matters in hand, she unburdened him of the responsibility of 'getting it up' by some miracle of immaculate erection, so he relaxed and unzipped her shirt. He held her tits as he sucked her nipples. Although they were big and full, her tits were real and only sagged a little in spite of their weight. They were tanned like the rest of her and her nipples were even darker, big, brown circles with long, thick erections in their centers. Her pussy was swollen and dripping, and her clit felt like a pebble. It was his turn to take the initiative, and he grasped her legs just under her buttocks and lifted her to his waist to enter her.
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She'd not weighed herself in some time, but knew she weighed somewhere between 130-140 pounds, and likely on the higher side. So, she was surprised and thrilled when he lifted her easily. The rest of him was as hard and strong as his cock. Locking her ankles behind his back and wrapping her arms around him to hold on, she pressed her tits against his muscular chest and spoke softly into his ear, "I'm ready...FUCK me!" She felt his cock blindly sliding between her lips, hungrily seeking its prize. When she felt his thick cock stretch and fill her cunt, she lightly bit his earlobe to keep from crying out as she trembled in orgasm.
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In his 4+ decades of fucking women, he'd been told by many that he had a little cock. What they meant of course was that he was shorter than what they'd had before. More often than not, however, they also asked him to take it easy so that his width and thickness wouldn't hurt them. But this young woman's large, wet cunt took his cock quickly and easily. Not that she felt loose and sloppy. She came immediately, and he felt her cunt clasp him like a strong fist as she sighed in his ear. Had he been forty years younger, the pressure and excitement of her orgasm would have made him lose his load. But age and experience had taught him self control. He knew this had to be a quickie, but he wanted her to come again when he came. A hot woman in her sexual prime deserved at least that much.
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Like cocks and pussies, orgasms come in all sizes. Her first was small and quick because she was starving for the sex. He had muscles in his legs to match his chest and arms. Feeling the strength and power of his cock as he fucked her soon had her climbing to her apex again. In spite of the rushed circumstances, this silver haired stud was giving her one of the best fuckings of her life. She felt the fire building in her clit and knew she was close. Her lover somehow knew it, too. He was wise enough to sense that she liked to be fucked hard as her climax took control and rolled through her. When he felt her relax, he rammed his short cock in as far he could and froze. He groaned and tensed in a spasm of release as he came. She felt his thickness in her cunt flex repeatedly as the muscles behind his balls pumped out his cream.
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It had been so long, but now he remembered why jacking off was third rate sex. It only gave him a small orgasm and released the pressure. He knew some men would rather be sucked off than fucked, but he wasn't one of them. This sexy woman had just reminded him why he loved pussy so much. The fire in his cockhead burned up into his brain, exploding in a mind blowing orgasm.
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Keywords: Club, Mach-2,