19. Overseas Anal: Getting There

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Thanks to Astral_Flame for beta-reader comments on this story.

Warning: Contains bisexual situations.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Kyle, please feel free to pretend this is about you.

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Kyle

It's springtime, I have been dating Alex for quite some time, and I have come to appreciate her moods and seasons. She is complicated: at one time, a dominatrix bitch, at other times, she is submissive, getting pounded from both ends. She may be experimental, expanding her partners' horizons with girls or boys or bisex stuff. Or romantic, cuddling with her boyfriend (me!) and loving the safety and security of warm skin contact.

But, above all, me and the dumbdumb who resides in my pants have learned one thing: the girl loves anal sex. And lots of it.

I love her, and she loves me. That's my bedrock.

--/--

Kyle

Alex had recently joined a pre-med support group. Personally, I thought it was more a grief society. The grinding requirements for academic excellence destroyed the prospects of so many hopeful future doctors.

Be a wanna-be doc. Get a B. Gone. Finished.

The roster of current members declined at every meeting.

But, hey. I'm just in engineering, so... we don't do support groups.

Anyway, one of the proto-docs had a super idea for the group: take an international flight to one of those remote wilderness places, like Iceland or New Zealand... or Tasmania, Ecuador or Argentina. Hike in the forest. Get green. Get refreshed.

I still don't understand why it was so critical to go so far to hike. I mean... our city had plenty of park lands, and hell, there were dozens of national parks in the US that would do in a pinch, I think. Yellowstone? Yosemite? But, I clearly didn't have the same... needs?... as Alex's peers.

Financially, it was a disaster for Alex, who has big aspirations but comes from a poor family. Many of the proto-docs were progeny of actual physicians, so their financial circumstances were different.

"But Kyle," she said to me, pouting. "I want to go. And I want you to come with me."

Sitting on my lap, she was squirming, subtly but deliberately triggering all my... ahem... sensitive areas. The little head was responding with a pop-up boner.

"How are you going to pay for it?" I asked. "Last week, you were fussing at me about next month's housing and board bills. And it's not like I have scads of spare cash lying around to be wasted on international flights, either. If you just want to fuck in a forest, the park is not too far..."

"I thought we should do a side hustle," she interrupted.

"Like, make jewelry and sell it on Etsy?"

"Idiot."

"Ok, then what?"

"We should be... influencers... maybe on TikTok. Some of them, they earned more than a million dollars."

"Alex, those kind of influencers have huge followings and they are promoting scam products. Just how many followers do you have?"

She shook her hand, palm sideways -- none.

"How about becoming performers on OnlyFans?" she asked brightly.

"Oh, come on. That is just selling porno online. Do you really want to do that?"

"Um," she prevaricated.

"No," I said firmly. "Not really. I would like to be able to have a future life without having to explain my sexual preferences, as interpreted by the internet, at every single job interview. Assuming I would ever get a single job interview. And you? Getting into med school?" I rolled my eyes.

"We could wear masks."

"No."

"But you wore a mask before? Was it so bad?" She looked me straight in the eyes.

My face was starting to redden, "You mean, the time I was wearing a slave mask, and you peed in my mouth?" I started. That part of no-limits had just never quite been fully settled between us, and it remained a special sore spot for me, since I nearly drowned in piss. Ew.

She cut me off. "Never mind."

She had the decency to duck her head in contrition.

--/--

Kyle

Three days later.

"I found a way," she said, as we were eating lunch together. The cafeteria noise was a constant clatter of plates and forks and snatches of conversation as students wolfed down food and rushed off to class.

"A way to do what? Are you getting a patent on it, by chance?" I asked, confused by the sudden change of topic.

"To go. On the pre-med trip."

"Oh?"

"But you might need to help," she stated with a bit of a pout on her lips.

"Oh?" I asked. Now, I was starting to wrinkle my eyebrows in concern.

"I think you will love your part of the task."

"OK, Alex. You are being deliberately coy. And, that makes me wonder if you hadn't been listening when we discussed NOT using OnlyFans. Or any other internet porno thingy."

"Your face won't be on the internet."

I looked around. Fortunately, our table was mostly empty. But, the lone student at the end, who was hunched around his food like he was an animal expecting a carrion bird to take it away from him, seemed to have perked up at the mention of OnlyFans.

Fuck! Alex, should we be discussing... this! In public?

I rolled my eyes toward the stranger and lowered my voice. "Oh, really? That, I can say, is just not making me feel a whole lot more... mmm... stable... or comfortable."

"And you will get to fuck someone new... and they are hot."

I rolled my eyes toward him again, "Not so loud, Alex...."

She rolled her eyes. "He is going to leave. Soon. So, never mind." Alex glared at him.

The student looked pointedly at us, a disgusted look on his face, picked up his tray and left.

"See?"

I continued as if the interruption had not happened, "Someone? We need to fuck someone?"

"Well, a couple of someones."

"Hmmm. OK, I'll bite. But first, please explain how you are going to expand my horizons with this one." I glared, not too harshly, but not like a simpleton either.

"Oh, you knew all along! This does involve expanding horizons." She grinned a big smirk, then batted her luscious, lively eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "Where does the money come from, Alex?"

"It's Bekka's OnlyFans account, OK?"

"I already said no to OnlyFans."

Two more students, pretty females, sat at our table. They appeared to be fully immersed in a discussion of their plans to get their nails painted later that day.

I rolled my eyes toward them and motioned with my hand to keep the volume down.

This time, Alex relented and said quietly, "But Bekka has a way to do it that will remain completely anonymous."

"No masks, either."

"She has special video stuff, and can fuzz it out and..."

"No."

"And we can use these special masks that are way different than the leather restraint one, and I promise, promise, promise never to pee on you again. OK?"

"Promise? What if I want to pee on you?"

The two girls stopped their conversation and turned toward us. Fuck! Alex!

"If that will make you happy, then yes, you can pee on me."

"Just testing. I don't like pee, and I am not gonna pee on you."

The girls' faces made that shocked look, then glanced at each other, and they, too, picked up their trays and left.

I shook my head and then continued, "Anyway, so, what masks?"

She held out a thin, supple black mask. Fabric, not leather. It felt smooth, flexible, and soft. And it only covered the top half of the face, leaving my nose and mouth free. Easy to breathe. Easy to put on.

"Want to try it?" she said innocently.

"If it makes you happy, of course." What the fuck? We are sitting in the damn cafeteria, and I am trying on a sex slave mask?

Alex! You have shifted my limits so far away! Am I even normal anymore?

She helped me put it over my head, and it fit easily, hugging my face. The eye holes were soft, and there were no zippers.

"OK, that is surprisingly comfortable." I peeled it off and handed it back to her.

"Goodie!" said Alex. "I am really looking forward to this trip... and the OnlyFans thing will be fun, too. I think you will want to meet your fellow performers. We are planning a coffee with Bekka later today."

I continued, "When? Today? And who?" I said. How did this whole Alex thing accelerate so fast? I was getting left in the dust once again.

"You remember that cute couple we met at the last pre-med support group party? The ones from Boston. Derrick and Sophia," she reminded.

"Derrick is from Boston. Sophia is from, um, maybe Croatia or Czech Republic. Slavic, anyway."

"She's hot, right?"

"Fucking volcanic, yes." I admitted. "And he..."

Two more students were approaching our table to sit. Fortunately, this time, we picked up our trays and departed before they could log in to our conversation.

She interrupted. "He is hot, too." She tittered, "I hear that his prick is 9 inches long."

"Hmm. I was going to say that he is more than a bit arrogant. And he is a prick. Not nine inches long. Just 100%, full, Boston prick."

"I also hear that he likes to suck dick." She said this with a straight face, although her eyebrows were arching upward in large question marks.

I picked up the pace to distance myself and Alex from the hoi polloi who had just heard those last comments.

Alex continued. "And I hear that Sofia is flexible, too. And likes to be... full of dick... everywhere... while she licks pussy."

"Wow." I walked quickly, stunned for a few seconds. I leaned in to whisper to her, "So, you are thinking to volunteer my dick to get sucked. By him. And to fuck her ass?" I also raised my eyebrows quizzically, while maintaining a frown on my lower face.

The little head, being a stupid pervert, was caught up in its main mantra again: 1) get sucked, 2) fuck and 3) cum. Maybe it didn't quite hear the part where it was going to be this Boston bi guy doing the sucking. But it was happy. Suck and fuck. Cum, well, that comes from the first two things. Stupid little head.

"Yup. Among other important tasks."

We dumped our trays and turned to exit.

I said, "Wow. Just wow. Hmmm. Maybe? If it's completely anonymous. And, we are all together, in agreement. And, gee, I am not gay. He knows that, right?"

"I knew you would say yes!" She jumped, pulled me to her and gave me a big tongue kiss, just as we were leaving the cafeteria.

Some peanuts from the peanut gallery were just entering.

I could pick out "Woah bro! Get a room!" and "Hey bro, how do her tonsils taste?" and then a wolf whistle.

Fuck! Alex!

--/--

Kyle

We met at the Conrad's casual restaurant. Juliet's friend Bekka had accentuated her Irish good looks with nothing more than lip gloss. Hot! She was seated at a table along the wall, with Derrick and the blonde model Sophia to her right.

Derrick had that patrician Boston look, full wavy hair, soft brown eyebrows, straight nose, and a smattering of freckles at his temples to offset his million-dollar tan. He was wearing an open shirt, and from what I could see, his chest was smooth, bare, and also tanned.

Sophia had the hot look of a Slavic model, high cheekbones and ice blue eyes under her updo white-blonde hair. She was wearing a tube top, and her nipples were... prominent. And her lips! Bee stung. Shiny gloss. And she licked them enticingly.

Fuck. Scalding hot.

Derrick turned out to be not nearly the arrogant person I had feared. He was twenty-something, engaging, intelligent. Just what you would expect in a proto-doc. Boston drawl dragged out the vowels. "Nice to meet you, Kyle. Sophia tells me that you have been leading tutoring at the dorm. I am pleased that you can find the time to help others.'

"Thanks," I wondered, and smiled back at him. Was he burying his prickness, or was he just actually a good guy?

After sipping away our lattes and eking out some inconsequential small talk, Bekka leaned over. "We have a special arrangement here at the Conrad, and in a few minutes, we can head upstairs to get started."

Wait, what? I thought this was just a get-to-meet-you thing. Not an actual meet-and-fuck thing.

Alex!

--/--

Kyle

We headed up to the sub-penthouse, where the Conrad maintained its second spa area for exclusive guests. Who knew that a swank hotel would have two spas?

Bekka met with a thin Asian woman, and our group was escorted into a brightly lit, all-white room with beds. And ring-lights and cameras. Plus lubes, condoms, and various sex toys.

"Thanks, Phan. Today, with the noobs, I think we should have a videographer. They probably don't quite know how to... present themselves... for a fixed cam. So, can Trinh join us?"

Alex passed out the stretchy fabric masks, and we four performers put them on.

Videographer?

"Ok, folks, and welcome to the ThousandCums show," said Bekka, smiling as she sat on a bed. "I must say that y'all look a bit like raccoons with those masks. But it will work to keep anonymity. And, I want y'all to feel free to... do whatever you want, without inhibition."

She continued, "I've been online for a few months, and so far, there has been a good response. But, like everything, I need to switch it up to keep the audience interested. So, thanks for joining. Y'all are new, so that, by itself, will help. And, I think," she smiled and winked, "that your... areas of interest," she made a pointed stare and tapped at Derrick's rear, "... are very popular. So, please feel free to do your favorite things."

She looked over to Alex. "And, the proceeds from this show will go toward... Alex's planned trip to... wherever it was?" She smiled again. "Anyway, enjoy!" And she left.

A thin Asian man entered with complicated video gear. He took close-ups of each of us, running the camera up and down our bodies, then said in a thick accent, "No mind me. Just do. I might close up, please no act."

Derrick was a little nervous. "How should we start?"

I was nervous, too. I stood with my hands in my pockets, like a bozo.

Alex stepped up. "I think, I mean, its common knowledge, that we all like butt stuff. And, we all have... experience. Right? So, perhaps we should... you know, move toward that. OK?"

We looked at each other, standing there.

Then, Alex moved to kiss Sophia, licking her fat, shiny lips. Derrick moved to stand behind Sophia and wrap his arms around both of the two women.

I had a choice: stand behind Alex, or stand behind Derrick. What the fuck, I thought. I moved behind Derrick, reached around him to put my hands on Sophia's tube-top covered boobs, pinching those prominent nipples. Yup, there were piercings there. And yup, they were 100% real, full dairy. Fuck!

He bumped his ass back at me, then turned his head and grinned. His own hands were flexing over Alex's boobs.

Trinh floated with his camera, swirling around our grouping, zooming in on specific action and body parts. Other fixed cameras showed blinking red lights, so I am sure plenty of content was being generated.

"Too many clothes," said Alex, and she pulled at Sophia's tube top. I reached to remove Derrick's open shirt. He was hairless, smooth. Not even underarm hair. His body was tanned, thin, teen-like. Not a lot of muscle. Not any fat. What you might expect from an academically-focused swimmer?

Derrick and Sophia kissed, winding their arms around each other. Alex and I then moved to make our own couple, and we removed our outerwear. I breathed in her ear, "Fuck, Alex. You are so hot."

"I love you, Kyle. Online butt-fucking pre-meds. Rare. Very rare."

Derrick and Sophia were nearly naked, both with g-strings, kissing, and Trinh was focusing his hovering camera around their bodies and the sexy view of strings disappearing between their smooth butt cheeks.

Derrick did not appear to have hair anywhere on his body. And no tan lines either. I briefly wondered, is this the new standard for male grooming? Bare? Full tan? I wasn't particularly interested in doing it myself; the maintenance was a killer. I would have to inquire with Alex later to see what her opinion was.

I refocused, moved my attention to Alex's hardened nipples, and worked my arm around her olive-skinned ass. She bumped her pussy against my chub, two sets of underwear between our naked skin. I skimmed my fingers between her butt cheeks, and she giggled.

I could already smell the scent of rising pheromones. Derrick had stripped Sophia's g-string off, and was pushing a finger in her bleached-white asshole. Trinh was right there with the camera, up close, capturing each stroke of his long index finger into her well-lubed pink crinkle. Derrick lifted one of Sophia's legs over his shoulder to gain better access. Trinh smiled and nodded. Had Derrick done this... porn star thing... before?

Sophia was making a little gasp, breath, gasp, breath noise; Derrick was grinning like a kid in a candy store.

Alex whispered in my ear, "So, today will you be bisex, for me? Please? I want you to fuck his asshole hard, cum in him."

I stopped, looked up at her face, "I am not gay, remember? Right?"

"I know you are not gay. But, I would be excited to see that... action... again. Can you? Please? And I will make sure that Sophia eats your cum. Out of his asshole."

Fuck! Alex!

--/--

The show worked well, and Bekka transferred enough money to Alex to pay for her air ticket, and mine, both.

The little head enjoyed himself at the Conrad, even though I never did get to fuck Sophia's ass that day. But I can attest that Derrick's dick is really long, even if it is not nine inches. And he surely enjoyed pounding it into Sophia while she licked Alex to orgasm, and while I was in turn, pounding my long and thin dick into his asshole.

And, Alex did make Sophia lick my cum out of his asshole. The memory of her bee-stung lips and long tongue covered in slimy semen and butt juice, now owns a special place in my wank replay stock. Plus, thanks to Trinh, I have a clip of it saved online.

--/--

Kyle

It turns out that five of the proto-docs with four accompanying dates signed up for the ten-day tour. One more travel guide. With Alex and me, an even dozen.

The trip was scheduled for spring break, and the travel company assigned to shepherd us handled all the paperwork details: passports, tickets, accommodations, itinerary, and on and on.

The night before departure, Alex and I attended the kickoff dinner. Sandy, from TravelGuide, provided the litany of do's and don'ts for our target: New Zealand. Apparently, the country is adopting a new name, after the native Maori: Aotearoa. Land of the Long White Cloud.

After learning about customs and immigration (don't bring in food, make sure your shoes don't carry farm or plant disease) and local rules (greet by saying "Kia Ora," drive on the left side of the road, never insult the All Blacks), my attention span was just about used up.

My little head promptly ignored all of Sandy's good advice and focused on her tits, which bounced enticingly as she waved her arms to point at the screen. The nips were just visible.

Alex noticed me adjusting my crotch, observed the obvious connection, and whispered in my ear, "Let's fuck her, on the trip, while we are at it. I think... she needs it."

The other four pairs of proto-docs plus dates sat next to each other, and the public displays of affection were prominent, including between Derrick and Sophia. I wondered, did he really love her, or was this a relationship of convenience: refugee from eastern Europe using her sexual wiles to capture a high-status position with a wealthy US patron? Or... something else? The two were a bit of a mystery.

Alex tapped me, pointing discreetly at the other lone female. She was the tall skinny girl, a bit awkward, who had never mixed well in the support group. Alice? Anais? I couldn't remember her name.

Alex whispered in my ear, "We are going to fuck her, too."

--/--

Kyle

Our group was crammed into the cheap seats at the back of the 777. The chief steward on the plane had looked strangely red-faced as he greeted each boarding passenger. We overheard him discussing his recent layover in the Caribbean and the delights of sun, sand, and sky.

Alex and I were in the set of two seats near the window in the last row, 79, next to the galley and the restrooms. She leaned into my ear, providing her best physician diagnosis, "Did you see that guy? The steward? He is the poster child for sunscreen. I bet his face hurts."

Sure enough, after takeoff, the plane temperature plummeted as the sun-burned flight attendant leader set the thermostat low, trying to cool off his burnt skin. The rest of us were in an uncomfortable icebox.

We asked for blankets and huddled together to stay warm. So did all the other passengers in the plane. Our group of co-travelers groused a bit, but the holiday mood was not dented, and after the meal service, nearly everyone sought to sleep in the darkened cabin, pulling blankets and eye masks over their heads.

Except for the little head. He had heard, somehow, of the mile-high club. Membership in the club was fully aligned with his simple purposes in life: 1) get sucked, 2) fuck, 3) cum.

Apparently, Alex had heard of the mile-high club, too. She lifted the armrest between our seats, and, under the blanket, she slipped down her gym pants, leaving her naked ass pressed toward me.

Her hand reached into my crotch and pulled at the zip. "Do you have a condom?" she whispered, impishly.

Fuck! That was her signal - she wanted me to fuck her ass.

I whispered in her ear, "What the fuck are you doing? The flight attendants are just right there." I motioned my eyes back to the galley area.

"Just go slow," she said, "Be discreet." She fumbled my prick out and pulled its rapidly-strengthening length to her butthole.

Lubed. Even in the dry air on the plane, this girl somehow can lube up her asshole. Magic.

"Fuck me," she whispered, as she began to slowly wriggle her ass onto my prick.

I looked around, scanning for prying eyes and especially for flight attendants.

Alone among all the inert mounds of head-covered sleeping passengers, Derrick looked back straight at me, grinning. He rose, awkwardly disengaging himself from his seat, and stood next to our row, wordlessly assessing the situation. He grinned wider.

Then, he turned to the rear of the plane and entered the galley. I could hear him engaging the flight attendants sitting there.

"Have you been to New Zealand many times?" he asked. "This is my first trip."

The three older women responded, happy to talk about everything and nothing with a handsome young man, as it helped them avoid the mind-numbing boredom of a ten-hour flight. Their conversation continued quietly as Derrick continued to distract them.

I scanned again. No movements. Snores from nearby passengers.

The little head took over, surging into excitement, blending pre-cum with the lube in Alex's tight bunghole.

Under the blanket, I reached under her shirt to pinch her nipple. She used a hand and lifted her top buttock to provide more access to her hot butt-hole.

I moved slowly, in and out, careful to be quiet. Alex was huffing, quietly, the loud engine noise covering her sounds of excitement.

She moved her hand from her buttock to cradle my balls, tickling, then rubbed lower.

She couldn't quite reach my asshole, so she rubbed the taint and retreated to stroke my crinkled ball sack.

The thrill of Alex's tight little asshole was beginning to rise in my balls; I could feel cum burbling inside me. I worked to keep my hip movements controlled, but I wanted to pound, pound, pound.

The tiny pair of seats Alex and I occupied rocked, just a bit, on their aluminum legs. I wondered briefly if the aircraft aluminum had been tested for horizontal... eg fucking... stress.

I also struggled with myself to keep from using more leverage to fuck harder and faster. It would be so easy to grab the seats in front of us and pull to drive my eager prick home in Alex's tight butt-hole. But the bouncing would surely wake their sleeping occupants. Embarrassing.

The plane suddenly shuddered with turbulence, dropping heavily, and the pilot engaged the seatbelt sign, with a ding.

Fuck! Not now! I am about to cum!

Sitting back up and facing forward, my dick popped out of Alex's hole. Of the little head's prime directive, we had only accomplished item 2) fuck. Still, that was enough qualification for the mile-high club.

I smiled at Alex and wiggled my eyebrows as if to say, "told you so - too public."

She smiled back, and I realized that her sweatpants were still down around her knees. She was covered only by the blanket, and her anal lube and my precum were probably dripping out of her asshole onto the fabric seat right now.

"Um, Alex?" pointing toward her butt.

She laughed, pulling the seatbelt over her blanket and wriggling her ass a bit to emphasize its nakedness to me.

Fuck! Alex!

Derrick led the flock of flight attendants back out of the galley as they began to check the passengers for seatbelt compliance. Alex and I passed the check, god knows how, maybe just because we were sitting upright, although Alex had done a good job of positioning the belt like it was actually engaged properly.

Alex whispered to me, "Told you. Derrick. Yes. Very good wing man. For in-flight butt fuck. Very rare."

She kissed me.

--/--

Kyle

I fantasized for the next two hours of the flight about getting up, taking Alex into the restroom, and finishing what she had started. Getting into the toilet together. Her facing the far wall, one hand on the closed toilet seat for balance in the rocking plane. Crouching. Shoving her ass toward me and my swollen prick. Sweat pants, dropped to her knees. One hand spreading her ass cheeks, lewdly opening her dark butt hole. My prick at the ready...

We actually did get up together and we stood outside that long, large toilet at the back of the plane.

We eyed each other, sending telepathic messages about moving swiftly together into the toilet, getting it on. Alex licked her lips and smiled.

Fuck!

But the toilet was occupied. And there was a line forming behind us, some old men with tiny bladders bursting for relief.

And the flight attendants were giving us a bit of evil eye. Apparently, the FAA and the airline management are... well, prudish.

Alex and I meekly used the restroom, individually, one after the other, for its intended purpose, then meekly returned and meekly sat in our seats.

"I am going to fuck your ass so hard," I whispered to Alex.

"Goodie!" smiled Alex.

"That was a fucking giant tease!" I reached my hand under her butt and pressed a finger up into her butt-crack. "God damn, Alex!"

The fabric seat was wet, and, did I smell an odor?

--/--

Kyle

The plane had reached its highest cruising altitude, and I couldn't sleep, despite the benefits of the smooth ride, the steady white noise of the engines and the late hour. Too much horniness.

From time to time, I could see Derrick stretch, lean back, and look me in the eyes. He would waggle his eyebrows, but I wasn't sure what he was signalling.

After an interminable time under blue balls torture, I could hear the flight attendants preparing their carts in the galley once more. Mid-flight snack. Derrick turned back to me again, and pointed downward in front of him. The seatbacks blocked my view, but... was that Sophia? Laying her head in his lap? Blowing him? My imagination was running hot.

He then pointed to the galley and counted his fingers down: three, two, one. Flight attendants? Then he pointed to the rear of the plane, each side. Restrooms?

The busy flight attendants rumbled their carts toward the front of the plane, and as they passed, Derrick and Sophia left their seats and departed to the toilets. As he passed, Derrick tapped my shoulder and pointed again, aft.

Ah.

The prudish guardians had vacated their bulwarks and defensive emplacements, and it was now time for me and Alex to conquer a restroom for ourselves.

We quickly followed Derrick and Sophia. They went left, we went right, into the long, largish restroom at the end of the plane.

Alex wasted no time. As soon as I had the door locked and the lights came on, she had pulled my pants and shorts to my ankles, sucked my growing dick into her mouth, and pointed a lubed finger into the rim of my bung hole.

Fuck! Alex!

I pushed my hips into her face, as my little head swelled into fighting trim. Then, I pulled her up to me and kissed her on the lips. "Fuck Alex, you are so hot. I can't wait to stretch out your asshole."

"Mile high club. Very rare. This time, you should cum. Please." She turned to face the rear of the little room, leaned on the closed toilet seat, and dropped her gym pants, arching her back to open her butt crack. And there it was, her dark, gaping asshole.

Fuck! After two hours of fantasy and blue balls, the little head knew exactly what to do. And, in he went, pushing through the well-lubed anal ring and past the second sphincter into her colon.

Ding ding ding. Top notch butt sex. Both rings of muscle squeezed tightly along my dick, and I was soon stroking full in and full out.

Alex wriggled her ass a bit, to increase the pressure on the top and bottom of my dick as it slid home. And, she reached back, contorting to find my own butthole, and she slipped two fingers in my gape. Then, she dragged me in, pulling my pubic bone tight against her backside.

"Cum in me," she whispered hotly. "I want to eat your sperm... give it to me."

I pinched her nipples, hard, and slammed repeatedly into her tight asshole. The sound reverberated in the room, but I didn't care. The little head had taken over. Suck, fuck, cum. Fuck fuck fuck. Cum.

Alex sobbed in a great breath of air, held it, and then squeezed hard, her whole canal spasming hard along my dick as it swabbed in and out.

"Cum in me, fuck me... Do it," she said.

Alex took her fingers out of my ass, put her arms on the bulkhead, and began slamming her body back onto my erect prick at every stroke, pounding my penis further and further into her distended butt-hole.

My balls slapped on her clit as my scrote wrinkled up to clasp them in a tight, orgasm-inducing embrace. I could feel the shot erupting from my prostate, forcing its way through all that male plumbing leading to my dickhead and freedom.

"Shit. Cunt. Fuck. Asshole. Dickhead. Bastard." The senseless cuss words spooled out, rapidly followed by spurts of hot, copious, blue-ball semen. I pumped in four huge ropes as I slowly withdrew my veiny prick from its favorite home. The last shot splashed the crinkled rim of her asshole.

Alex reached under, cupping her hand beneath her now-gaping hole, and pushed out. She was rewared with a stream of abused, clumpy semen, mixed with lube and butt juices.

She turned, looked at me, and held her hand to her lips. Licked.

Then she held her hand to my lips and looked expectantly at me.

Fuck! Alex!

We locked eyes. Her fascinating brown liquid eyes bored into mine. I felt that she could read my every thought. And I could not read hers at all. But, I reasoned: this was a test. My limits getting broken, again.

I blinked.

Then, I licked.

Salty. Musky. Not too disgusting. If you didn't think about it.

She smiled, her face warming with excitement and happiness.

"Good boy!" she said. And then she kissed me, carefully maintaining her cupped hand with the remnants of semen.

"Get dressed," she ordered. "You go out first."

I replaced my clothes, as Alex sat down on the toilet, discharging the remainder of my contributions to her bowels with the sounds of squirting and gas expansion.

I peeked out the door.

Sandy and that girl... Alice? Anais?... were in line to use the restroom. "Ummm... It might take a minute..." I said. "Alex is... still busy." I slipped past the slightly opened door and closed it.

"We heard," said Sandy. The other girl giggled. "I think most of cattle class did, too."

I slipped past them, turning to await Alex near our seats only a few feet away. I could feel the glare of a flight attendant far at the end of the aisle.

Derrick and Sohphia left the other toilet, together, and returned to their seats. Derrick gave me a thumbs up as they passed.

The door to our restroom opened again, and Alex, fully dressed, exited. Wait. What was that on her face?

Cum?

She smiled a wicked, wicked smile at the two women standing there. "Do you want a turn, later? I think I know someone who might be able to help with... your makeup." She discreetly pointed at the white drool on the side of her mouth. Then she winked.

Sandy blushed beet red. And... Anais? Alice?... snickered.

Fuck! Alex!

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Thanks for reading. Continue with Alex and Kyle as they travel in New Zealand in the next installment.

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