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Anyone offended by scenes of udder depravity, ritual humility
 and really bad grammar are encouraged to read on.

Anyone else who is offended by the following story are encouraged
to take it as a sign of intact sense of taste and decorum in an otherwise
meaningless cruel world. We don't get much of that, so take it while
you can get it.






@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
The takeoff was uneventful,
except for the usual
sobbing and screaming.
@END_FILE_ID.DIZ

 I can't help it, I always do that when I fly.
The Flight Attendant, a slim blonde with a
southern accent and a name-tag that said "Susan",
 tried her best to calm me down.

 "Sir, let go of my lay-egg" she said, her voice
 a sultry moan, as she pried my fingers one-by-one
off her smooth, tanned knee. "The other passengers
 are starting to scream, too," she continued, "especially
 the old lady sitting next to you. Perhaps if you let
 go of her head and took her glasses out of your mouth
 and quit makin' that sound like a cat being boiled,
we could all calm down a little."

I realized she probably was right. The way she was looking
 at me made the hair on my neck stand up. The little vixen
was giving me *that* look, a leer of pure lust mixed with the
 promise of a definite "maybe".

I felt "The Pride" stirring in my pants, awakened from its
 turtle-tucking-it's-head-back-into-its-shell attitude
as he began to remember his duty as the indicator of the
state of my body's hydraulic systems. "What's shakin', Pop?"
 he said.

"Thank God," I said to myself, "now here is something to
 take my mind off the fact that we're hurtling through space
 at umpteen miles an hour with only a few dozen dials and a
 coke-head in a control tower somewhere between our
destination and our becoming flaming wreckage spread over
 the countryside."

Susan looked deep into my eyes, and said; "Sir, would you
 please quit hollering, leave that poor lady next to you
alone and follow me?"

With that, she bent down to unfasten my safety belt, and I
 caught a whiff of her. It was that primal female smell,
that musky odor of roasted almonds, jet fuel and hair spray.
 As she leaned close, I gazed in rapture up at her lovely
 face, framed like a halo by a helmet of shellacked blonde hair.

 As she fumbled with the seat belt, she put her lips close
to my ear and in a husky whisper spoke the words I will always
 remember; "I have exactly what you need."

Immediately, I was overcome with a feeling of intrigue
and desire. As she finally got the seatbelt buckle loose
 from behind my raging hardon, she gave me a wicked grin.
 I wasted no time in fumbling my wife's bifocals
 out of my mouth, and I got up and followed that beautiful
 ass toward the rear of the plane.

Another Flight Attendant was headed up the aisle toward us with
a cart loaded with sodas, little bags of roasted almonds, and
miniature bottles of very expensive liquor. Susan stopped her and
whispered something in her ear. The other Flight attendant giggled
like a schoolgirl, looked about furtively, and handed Susan five or
six of the little bottles. Then she passed something to her so
 quickly I couldn't quite make out what it was.

Susan turned to me and nodded in the direction of
the bathroom, indicating with her eyes that I was to go
 in there and wait for her.

Meanwhile, the other attendant began passing drinks out
 to the passengers. As I neared her, I could see she
was really built, with long slender legs that came up and
made a perfect ass of themselves, and rather large breasts,
especially for a Flight Attendant. (I'd have to say she
was at least a 34-b.) Her name-tag read; "Helga".

I squeezed around Helga, and could not help but feel her
round buttocks and firm thighs as they rubbed against me.
 I also couldn't help but feel the hard edge of the cart
 against my crotch as the cart suddenly, mysteriously rammed me
 ever so slightly. Luckily, the engorged monster in my pants
absorbed most of the shock and once I got off a fellow
 passenger's lap, I was able to resume my way toward my destiny.

I slipped into the tiny bathroom and locked the door. The
"occupied" light went on, and I turned to smile at myself in
the mirror. "My God," I said to myself, "but you are a handsome
devil!" True, what was left of my hair was standing on end in some
places, and I was pale and shaking from the roar of the engines.
I also noticed that my eyes had that deer-in-the-headlights look
 about them, but I knew that my time was at hand, and I would be
ready.

Chuckling to myself, I began to take off my rayon hawaiian shirt.
Then I unbuckled the white belt on my green bermuda shorts and
slipped them and my boxer shorts over my wingtip loafers.
I looked down at my raging erection, and I rubbed my hand through
 my hair quickly and thus lubricated, slipped most of my hand
over my throbbing cudgel. I looked in the mirror and opened my
fist a bit so I could gaze upon its swollen purple head as I
 prepared for the task soon to be at hand.

Soon there was a gentle knock at the door. I unlocked it and
opened it just a tad. Sure enough, it was my Susan, come to
 welcome me to the "mile-high club" and fulfil my every carnal
 desire.

 She pushed the door open quickly and began to squeeze past
me into the small space. She looked down, and her eyes got
real wide, and then she made a remark about my being nude
 and highly aroused.

I was pleased at her surprise, because I knew that she also felt
 the same longing and deep lust as me. I had seen it in her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her and drew her near, my lips seeking hers.
My eyes were closed as I opened my mouth and let my tongue
protrude, making suggestive flicking motions in her direction
 in a universal gesture I was sure she would understand.

She freed herself from my grasp, said "I'll be right back", and
before I knew it she was gone. I look again into the mirror
and marvelled at the thickness and heft of my raging four-incher
as it throbbed in my hand.

In what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few
seconds, she returned. Susan flung the door open and quickly
brushed past me. As I fell back onto the toilet, I saw that
she was leading someone else into the tiny, cramped bathroom.
It was Helda!

I tried to rise, to take these two lovely wanton lasses in my
arms and bury my face into their nethermost recesses, when
Helga said "Oh shit!" and pushed me back down. She immediately
leaned over me, her breast brushing against my face as she reached
behind me for something.

 Suddenly there was a loud whooshing sound
and an incredible feeling of suction on my ass. I realized she
had flushed the toilet. I was stuck, but that could not stop me
from the objects of my every desire, squeezed into the small space
together before my naked, steaming eyeballs.

Susan was perched atop the sink, with one foot against the opposite
wall and the other on the side of the toilet. I grabbed the leg
nearest me and began fondling her calf muscle and licking her knee.
Meanwhile, Helga was forced into a semi-crouch between me, Susan
and the door. She slapped at my hands as they groped toward her
most hidden secrets, and said to Susan; "Alright, give me some of
those valium and one of those nips".

"Aha!" I thought to myself, "nips! She wants a nipple! I knew she
was Bi!" I smiled at the thought of her naughtiness, and then
chuckled to myself; "Or perhaps she's into Japanese girls!" Amused
by my cleverness, I didn't see Susan give her a fistful of little
blue pills until Helga pried my jaws open with her thumbs and crammed
a bunch them into my mouth, nor did I note the presence of a tiny
bottle of gin until it appeared as if by magic at my lips. Before I
knew it, I guzzled the whole bottle, washing down the pills in the
process.

Helga shot Susan a knowing, slightly cruel look and said simply;
 "another". Suddenly the second bottle was almost gone down my
throat before I realized it was even there. It occurred to me that
my surprise at their abilities was naive and foolish. These women
did this for a living!  I surrendered to their carnal advances.

The tiny room became very blurry, and I found myself losing my
erection. I gasped "Whu..?" to them as they smiled and poured
another drink down my throat. Finally, Susan pulled out a funny
looking cigarette, the kind I saw once or twice when I was a boy
in the Military Academy. She lit it, and handed it to Helga,
who held it to my lips and with a low chortle said "Here, hot
stuff, suck on this."

That all happened before the room got very dark and far away.
I vaguely remember the sexual adventures that happened next,
how Helga and Susan defeated gravity and various laws of both
physics and fluid dynamics in their search for ever higher
states of arousal, how they toyed with my body in their wanton
striving for fulfillment, and how we all orgasmed together
in an unidentifiable mass of flesh and fluids.

But mostly, I remember waking up here. How long before I get out,
Doc? Say, could you loosen these straps a little before you go?