Mile high triple blow job and fuck

Theresa and Sheryl hadn’t had a weekend off in weeks. Their busy schedule, recording their latest albums had taken priority. That was out of the way though and now they could spend some girl time together. Their widely publicised lesbian affair had caused one of the biggest nights in Twitter history but had done their album sales no harm.

Now the girls were waiting in the first class lounge at Shagwick airport. They were both in dark glasses hoping to avoid any would-be celebrity spotters. As they were chatting, their ears pricked up when the airport PA system made an announcement.

“Would Passengers Kole and Constinaplos please report to the check-in desk.”

“That’s us,” said Sheryl.”

Theresa shook her head with surprise.

“Yeah! I wonder what they can want.”

“It’s typical!” Said Sheryl. “Try to remain incognito and your names get shouted across the Tannoy.”

The two girls walked nonchalantly to the desk, hoping not to attract any attention to themselves.

“What’s to do!” Asked Sheryl, looking at the girl behind the desk.

“It’s a little tricky,” said the check-in clerk,” but we’ve managed to double book your seats!”

A number of male passengers were checking the girls out, unaware of who they were. Sheryl and Theresa were both in off the peg, coloured T-shirts and skin-tight faded jeans. At first glance they were just two tasty looking holiday-makers, remaining incognito in their shades and everyday clothes.

Sheryl looked to her friend and Theresa looked back indignantly.

“What do you mean double booked?” Asked Theresa.

“It’s just that a rather important passenger has a seat in first class,” but we see you’ve booked an extra seat.”

Sheryl and Theresa had taken up three seats so they could spread out and read their magazines in comfort. Theresa raised her shades and looked at the girl. Realisation dawned on the girl’s face. She was talking to one of her favourite pop stars.

“Oh I didn’t realise! Wow!” Said the girl. Her colleagues had also figured who she was talking to and were gathering round.

“We wanted to remain anonymous, but that’s gone by the board!” Said Sheryl and also pushed her shades onto her forehead.

“Wow! I shouldn’t,” said the girl, but can I have your autographs?”

The girl asked so sweetly that Sheryl and Theresa couldn’t refuse and both scribbled their names on the back of a luggage label.

“So what’s with this ‘special’ passenger?” Said Theresa sarcastically.

“It’s Brad Karlson the athlete!”

Brad had won gold in the World athletics championships in the 400 metres and was tipped for gold in the Olympic games. His photo adorned many a girl’s bedroom wall and was among the country’s top heart-throbs. It was funny how many wives and girlfriends took an interest in athletics when he happened to be on. Maybe it was his athletic prowess or maybe it was his ample lunch box, which he packed inside his running shorts.

“Hmmm…could be worse!” Said Sheryl.

“That’s what I was thinking!” Agreed Theresa.

“I’m sure we can squeeze him in,” said Sheryl, smiling.

“Oh well that’s very good of you!” Said the girl.

The two pop stars looked at each other and then looked at the clerk with a cheeky smile on their faces.

About 30 minutes later their was another announcement.

“This is a final call for flight C-U-M-6-9 to New York. Will passengers please go through to departures.”

Theresa and Sheryl, being in first class went to the gate ahead of the hoi poloi. They were joined by the tall, athletic Brad Karlson and all three flashed their boarding cards before going through the tunnel to take their seats. They had their own stewardess in the plush cabin, which was separated from the main part of the aircraft by a small passage and a red velvet curtain.

“I’m Sally, I’ll be looking after you today. I’ll bring you something to drink in a moment,” said the attractive stewardess.”

The mousy-haired Brad with his blue eyes and stubble gave her a little wink and she smiled bashfully at the top athlete, going slightly gooey in the process.

“So what brings you to New York?” Asked Sheryl, looking at Brad and licking her lips involuntarily.

“Well, when we get there, I have some relatives. Just a quick weekend break and then down to serious training.”

“Hmmm…will you be on TV before the Olympics again?” Asked Theresa, dreamily.

“Well there’s the Diamond meeting in Zurich and then it’s the big one!” Said Brad. “Say! It’s good of you girls to share your cabin,” he continued.

“Oh that’s OK. Anything for a fellow star!” Said Sheryl, immodestly.

“Oh, I’m no star! But you two… ‘A list’ and no mistake.”

”Ooh you’re saying all the right things!” Exclaimed Sheryl.

Theresa giggled and nudged her friend as the plane taxied along the runway and they were soon climbing to their cruising altitude.

When the plane had levelled off, the stewardess appeared and offered the three VIPs their first complimentary drinks. Sally gave Brad a smoking-hot look as he took his glass from the little wooden tray. Brad looked down and noticed that one of the buttons of her jacket had come undone. He got a glimpse of her lacy red bra and some soft, white cleavage. Brad felt a twinge in his pants and took a sip of gin and tonic.

Theresa reclined her seat and stretched her legs out, after undoing her belt. Her jeans were rather tight and Brad noticed the little cleft between her legs, where the denim had nestled. He looked at her and said nothing but there was a look in Theresa’s face, which made Brad’s huge cock twitch again and grow an inch or two.

Sheryl stood up and fiddled with her hand baggage, retrieving something from the overhead locker. As she stretched to reach, Brad got a full view of her round, ample bum, Theresa noticed him looking and smiled, as a naughty thought began to enter her head.

“Is everything OK?” Asked the stewardess, who looked in on her three passengers.

“Just fine thank you!” Said Theresa. As she spoke, she squeezed Brad’s muscular thigh. Brad turned to Theresa and gulped.

Sheryl then looked the stewardess up and down, her bisexual radar kicking in, as she admired the woman’s hour glass figure.

“Another G and T, when you have minute babe.” Said Sheryl.

The stewardess smiled coyly, at being addressed ‘babe’ by the straight-talking, northern pop singer.

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“So Brad, you in the mile high club?” Asked Sheryl as she sipped her second drink.”

“Sheryl!!!” Exclaimed Theresa, when she heard her friend’s impolite question.

“It’s OK, as a matter of fact, I’m not.” He said coolly.

“Hmmm…what an opportunity,” said Sheryl.

Theresa licked her lips as Sheryl stroked the athlete’s strong, firm legs .

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Said Theresa.

“I hope so,” said Sheryl.

Theresa took Brad’s hand and guided it towards her own legs and allowed him to stroke the smooth denim of her jeans until he reached her nicely-filled crotch. Her pussy was becoming increasingly moist as she contemplated what she knew Brad must be hiding in his trousers. From what she had seen on his many TV appearances on the track, she knew he had more than his share of wanger.

“Do you know what I would like?” said Sheryl.

Brad, whose face had become a little red, shook his head as his cock began to stiffen.

“I’d like to suck your cock and then watch you fuck Theresa like the slut that she is.”

As Sheryl took a handful of Brad’s packet, the stewardess appeared, unexpectedly.

“Oh…am I interrupting something?!” She said, with surprise.

“We were just thinking of getting better acquainted,” said Theresa.

“Hmmm…unless… you would like to join us?” Said Sheryl, sexily.

The uniformed woman looked down at the huge bulge that appeared in Brad’s trousers and licked her lips.

“Just one moment,” said the stewardess and disappeared through the curtain.

The bemused athlete watched as the two singers began to unbutton their jeans and became increasingly excited. The stewardess appeared moments later, minus her jacket and then removed her flight hat, allowing her long blonde hair to fall down her back. She knelt in front of Brad and started to unfasten his trousers. The two girls at his side had now begun to ease their jeans down. Theresa’s nipples were stiffening and were visibly pushing through her bra and making little bumps in her T shirt.

Brad’s cock was now more than three quarters up and the three girls gasped as the Sally the stewardess slipped Brad’s dick through his boxers. He was firm and thick, his foreskin peeling down and the shiny head poking out.

“Hmmm… look at that for a nob!” Said Sheryl.

“Shall we suck him one at a time, or all together?” Asked Theresa, turning to her friend.

“Ooh let’s give him a treat and lick him together!” Suggestd Sheryl.

“OK after three… one… two… three.” Said Theresa and the three girls went down on Brad, licking his hardening cock. Sally was tickling his little banjo string as the other two slid their tongues around his swollen helmet. Brad took a deep breath and shivered with delight as his cock twitched and went to its full length in seconds. For a minute or two he discovered the meaning of real pleasure as the three girls shared his cock, licking and slurping around the head and up and down his shaft.

The girls then took turns in sucking his cock. Sheryl delighted in gobbling him noisily, while Theresa’s technique was slower and teasing. When it came to Sally, she took Brad deep into her mouth and managed to get at least six inches down before she began to gag and let her long sploop of saliva dribble onto his aching penis.

The girls continued to share his rock hard dick until he was throbbing and then Theresa sat up and stood in front of the lucky Brad and eased her panties down inch by inch. Sheryl took Brad’s hand and pressed it into her T shirt. He helped himself to a handful of her boobs, squeezing them through her top. Sally did the same and then began to unbutton her red blouse, releasing the pearl buttons slowly. Sheryl responded by pulling her T shirt over her head revealing her perky tits, which were held up by her low cut bra.

As Theresa took the buff-bodied athlete into her mouth again, first Sally, then Sheryl squished their cleavage into Brad’s face, trapping his nose in between their soft, warm boobage. Theresa held the big man’s cock with one hand as she licked, turned on by his moans, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she thought about his huge dick parting her cunt lips.

“I think you’re ready Brad,” said Sheryl, encouraging him to stand. She and Sally grabbed him by the arms and Theresa knelt on her seat with her bum facing Brad as he turned and aimed his cock towards her dripping wet pussy. A few dark hairs lined her otherwise smooth, glistening pussy lips and Brad gritted his teeth as he penetrated the brunette pop Goddess. Theresa let out a squeal of delight as she felt his weapon fill her aching wet pussy.

“Ooooooooh…wooooooooo!”

“Aaaaaaaaaarghhhh! Yes!!!”

“That’s it, let me see you fuck her Brad!” Said Sheryl, who was fingering her own pussy as she watched him rod her friend.

“Oh yeah! Her pussy is gorgeous!” Said Brad as he began to thrust rhythmically into Theresa’s cunt.

Sheryl leant against her seat, masturbating and Sally equally turned on, moved towards her and exchanged a long lingering kiss. As the girl’s snogged passionately Brad gave Theresa the fucking of her life. Theresa’s whole body was lurching forward with every thrust as he filled her crack. She had her hands over the back of her chair, moaning constantly as her body was aching with orgasm, building up to a momentous climax. When she came she just knew she was going to explode in ecstasy.

Sheryl and Sally were now kissing and mutually masturbating; fingering each other, fuelled by the moans and heavy breathing of the couple who were shagging like rabbits. Their fingers were rubbing against each other’s swollen clits and sliding into their leaking pussys, making them moan as their lips continued to be locked in a passionate embrace.

Brad now held Theresa’s hair in a thick cord, pulling it gently as he rammed his throbbing organ home. Theresa’s bum cheeks quivered with every thrust and Brad groaned over and over as he banged her, holding back as long as he could. Seeing the other two girls kissing and fingering was turning him on beyond his wildest dreams and coupled with Theresa’s tight, goo-swamped pussy made him harder than he thought possible.

His strokes became longer and slower as he bit his bottom lip, his balls ready to explode and Theresa herself was almost beside herself as wave after wave of orgasm raged through her pussy. She was almost screaming as she trembled from head to toe and Brad leant back and growled like a mad man, emptying his balls over Theresa’s bum. In a few seconds he unloaded rope after creamy rope of white man cum onto her bum cheeks. Brad’s cock continued to throb and little beads of spunk oozed from the engorged head. Theresa collapsed onto the seat, completely satisfied.

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The three first class passengers had tidied up and dressed and were now watching the in flight movie. Sally had resumed her normal attire as if nothing had happened. Brad sank back in his seat, with the two pop stars by his side and a great big smile on his face. What had started out as any normal trans-Atlantic flight had become a sexy foursome, which would keep his wank bank going for months to come. Sheryl and Theresa had scored another blow for girls around the world, sucking and fucking the hunky athlete. Meanwhile Sally was writing a text to her friend, ready to send when they touched down. She wouldn’t forget her part in the mid air foursome in a hurry.