The Akashic Record
Copyright© 2024 by Techman1952
Chapter 3
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Waking from an accident and finding himself in the hospital, Brian is visited by Ishmael, his guide to the complete record of universe, past, present, and future. Join him as he makes journeys to events and people from the past, and present. His life changes dramatically as he learns that Ishmael is taking care of him in more ways than just his journeys!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Farming Historical Science Fiction Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Cream Pie Double Penetration First Masturbation Sex Toys
“Yes my Master! How May I serve you?”
“Ishmael, I saw a news report that a company claims to have found Amelia Earhart’s plane resting on the ocean floor 16,000 feet deep and within a hundred miles of Howland Island. They plan on a second expedition to try and confirm that it is her plane and if it is, to recover it.”
“I would like to visit them at relevant spots on their trip and chronicle their trip. I want to know what kind of relationship Fred Noonan had with Amelia. They were both married but Amelia’s was one of convenience and was an open marriage. There are rumors that she was a lesbian or bisexual. Fred Noonan wrote several letters to a woman that was not his wife throughout the trip. It’s been established that he would crawl over the fuel tanks from his navigator’s position and ride in the Co-Pilot’s seat. Furthermore I want to know where they ended up.
“As you wish, Master!”
“He felt the now familiar feeling of entering the mind of another person, seeing through their eyes, it took another couple of minutes to interface with Fred Noonan’s brain. He was looking out the front windshield of the purpose built Lockheed Electra, at water stretching into the distance. They had just left Miami, Florida and were flying parallel to the coast of Cuba about a hundred miles off the starboard wing. They were passing notes back and forth because the twin 600 horsepower Pratt and Whitney Wasp engines were very loud and they would have quickly lost their voices by yelling at each other. They were headed for San Juan, Puerto Rico. It was June 1, 1937.
Most of the notes were about navigation and optimum adjustments for getting the best gas mileage. But then Amelia passed Fred a note that definitely was not flight related.
Fred, you may not know about my sinus problems. I’ve had three surgeries to fix the problem but the first two failed and the last was only partially successful! The sinuses on my right side get stopped up and pressure starts to build up and I can get blinding headaches. I have only found one thing that relaxes my sinuses and allows them to drain once my headache starts. I’m embarrassed to have to tell you what it is, but I must, as I can feel a headache coming on! The only thing that relieves the pressure is an orgasm! A really good orgasm clears them right up! What I’m asking for is your forbearance as I take care of my problem. You could return to your navigation station, or if you want you can watch. If you watch and need relief yourself, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it!
Amelia
Amelia, I would love to watch you masturbate! If you’re sure you don’t mind, that is! I watch my new wife all the time, it makes me hot! Please don’t mind me! I do have one little request however, can I lick your fingers clean?
Fred
You are jumping ahead of me, but yes I would love for you to suck my cream from my fingers as long as I can suck every other time I gather my juices! I like the taste of pussy, I always have! I’ll fine tune the trim and let the Sperry auto-pilot fly the plane.
Fred and Brian watched as Amelia skinned out of her pants and underwear, she turned toward him and smiled as she brought her right foot up on her seat and let her knees spread. Her pussy was on full display, there was no pubic hair to block the view. As an added bonus she unzipped her flight jacket and unbuttoned her blouse, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pert little titties had dark nipples and areola, the nipples were long and the areola small. She began pulling her nipples, making them harder. Then she slid the middle finger of her right hand between the long inner lips of her pussy. As her lips spread open her smell permeated the cockpit, the smell got stronger as she stroked those lips back and forth rubbing her clit at the same time. When she felt she was wet enough the tip of her middle finger went inside of her pussy, fingernail deep at first, then a little deeper, once it was going in, past the second knuckle, she added another finger, then a short time later a third. She increased the speed and the depth, if not for the noise of 1,200 horsepower they would have heard her wet pussy squishing and her palm slapping her pussy lips. They also couldn’t hear her moaning and her whimpering!
Taking her fingers out, she offered them to Fred. The smell and taste were sublime! He sucked the juice from them, including running his tongue between her fingers to gather what had accumulated there. She thrust them back into herself and stroked for three or four more minutes, then she placed her fingers into her mouth and savored the taste as a sommelier would savor a particularly good vintage of wine! Then she repeated the process only feeding Fred her fingers. Her left hand’s fingers were pinching and pulling her nipples, trading breasts occasionally. She kept going but it began to be clear that her desired climax was eluding her!
Brian made the decision to help her get off! He suggested that Fred tell her to shove her little finger up her ass on the next instroke. He did, but he was confused as to where a suggestion like that had come from. She followed that suggestion and her little finger penetrated her nether hole past the second knuckle! It worked, she exploded in a really good orgasm that caused her to squirt a little bit! She didn’t pass out, but it had been a close thing.
She looked at Fred at his crotch, it was obvious that his dick was harder than a Chinese crossword puzzle! She crooked her finger, giving him the come here signal. He wasted no time getting out of his seat and walking to her. The change in position altered the trim a little bit, she made the adjustment and double checked the compass heading. Then she turned back to him and unzipped his pants and withdrew his hard good sized cock. She stuck it in her mouth and began to suck it! She forced it deep into her mouth then keeping contact with it she moved back until the crown hit her lips, then reversed direction. Half a dozen strokes like that and he exploded into her mouth! She savored that too! She cleaned him up and stuffed him back in his pants and he sat back down. She readjusted the trim then dressed herself.
Ishmael jumped us to a time later that night, they had landed mid afternoon in San Juan and they had gone out to eat at a good restaurant, then returned to the hotel. Fred went to his room, he had arranged a call home to his wife. Amelia had gone to her room and made a phone call, then had called for a taxi. She gave the name of her destination, the cabbie knew it and they took off.
I was hitching a ride inside her head this time, I watched the lights of the city. They stopped at a green door with a single light bulb illuminating it, she asked the driver to wait, then they got out and went in the door. It was dark inside, the sultry voice of Billie Holiday was playing on a Jukebox, a bar with a female bartender was on the left side of the room, on the right were booths. In the back was a dance floor, there weren’t any men! Some of the women might have been more like a man than some men are, but no, no men. She was looking around, then at the end of the bar close to the dance floor she found who she was looking for.
She was a blonde girl, about Amelia’s height of five foot seven inches, large “C” or maybe “D” cup breasts. Her medium wide hips swayed as she walked toward us. As she got closer I saw she had blue eyes and full lips. They hugged and kissed, leaving Brian no doubt as to Amelia’s sexuality. They drew some wolf whistles at the length of time they swapped spit. They walked out of the place arm in arm. As we left I could see the name of the place in neon lights over the door, Sucio Sally’s or in English, Dirty Sally’s.
They got in the cab and the blonde gave the driver an address. He drove away and back toward the airport they went. Her name was Rebecca and she was a Stewardess on a Pan Am Clipper Ship. They had no sooner sat in the back seat of the taxi when Rebecca’s hand started working it’s way up the inside of Amelia’s right leg. It didn’t stop until, not encountering any panties, a finger, then two, was inserted into Amelia’s pussy. She then extracted them and brought her wet fingers to her nose, smelling them, then she put them in her mouth and sucked them clean.
The driver of the taxi was looking in his newly adjusted mirror much more than he was watching where he was going. Rebecca spread Amelia’s legs and raised her skirt out of the way exposing the pussy beneath. Once again she inserted two fingers deep inside Amelia’s pussy, thrusting back and forth everyone in the cab could hear and smell the juices being stirred. Once again she withdrew her fingers, but this time she stuck her fingers in the driver’s mouth. From the volume and sound of the moan he made at that moment it was clear that the driver had just cum in his pants!
When they arrived at their destination, Rebecca tried to hand the driver his money, but he drove away, whether in embarrassment or appreciation was unclear. They turned and entered an apartment that was shared by other stewardesses on their layovers. Rebecca was the only one in residence at that time. They went directly to the bedroom, stripping as they walked. Rebecca lay down face up on the bed, her large breasts stuck up without sagging, her large nipples already ridged in anticipation. Her legs were spread wide, the blonde pubic hair proving the color to be natural. Her pussy lips were small but parted as they became excited. Brian was treated with a closeup view, taste and smell as his host’s face lowered into them and her tongue began to delve deep into the depths of the wet pussy before it. Hands gripped her head and pulled it even deeper into her pussy. Rebecca dominated Amelia, she forced her head further down from her pussy and made her tongue lick her asshole. Rebecca’s orgasm came swiftly after that. She squirted into Amelia’s mouth, Amelia swallowed all she could and licked up what she had missed.
They traded places and personas, Amelia began controlling Rebecca, sitting on her face and rubbing her genitalia on her mouth, tongue and nose. Amelia was pulling her nipples, then she grabbed her legs, pulling them back and bringing her ass off of the bed and exposing her pussy and asshole. Locking both legs to her own breasts with her left arm she started slapping her exposed pussy and asshole. Then rubbing her clit, and her lips. Then inserting two fingers into her vagina, working them in and out and enjoying the visual image of the result of her manipulations, the squishing sounds and the smell of the juices flowing out of the area. Both women were on the verge of orgasm. Independently they both simultaneously stuck fingers into each other’s assholes. The resulting orgasms shook the walls of the apartment, and both women passed out.
Amelia woke up over two hours later, her stirring woke up Rebecca, regardless of both women’s desire to sleep in each other’s arms, Amelia had to take off at six o’clock in the morning, and Rebecca’s flight resumed at 6:30. Neither of them wanted people to see them arriving together, they didn’t want to have to deal with people thinking that they were lesbians! So Amelia caught a taxi back to her hotel.
Ishmael jumped me to June 7, 1937 when the pair left Natal, Brazil in their transatlantic flight of 1,727 miles to Saint-Louis, Senegal. In the intervening 1,972 miles they had traveled from Puerto Rico they had had to deal with the onset of Amelia’s headaches three more times. Thankfully the treatment was successful each time! They had become very close friends, but they were not lovers! Yet!
They were at 10,000 feet altitude at a speed of 150 kn. The skies were clear, but the forecast was for the formation of scattered thunderstorms by mid afternoon. This leg of the trip would take eleven and a half hours barring headwinds, of course! A tailwind would reduce that amount of time. They had reached altitude and were on the correct heading. Fred would make a noon sun sighting to confirm their location. They had been in the air for three hours, about time enough that the drone of the two engines would start to lull the crew of any plane into a state of languidness, not quite asleep, but not fully aware either. As she had done four times before when the doldrums began to set in, Amelia wrote a note,
Fred, I’m beginning to get what feels like will be a terrible headache! This always requires more stringent methods of resolving my problem. You may have to play a much more active and participatory role. I do dislike having to rely on you for help in this regard, but it’s important that this be resolved before it incapacitates me. Thank you for your understanding! Amelia
Amelia, I’m always happy to help! We must depend upon one another if we are to complete this journey, all you have to do is ask and I will do my very best to accommodate your every need! Fred
Rather than write another note, Amelia checked the trim and heading, then engaged the autopilot. She slipped out from her seat and took all of her clothes off, it was chilly but the electric heaters were doing a good job and she wouldn’t freeze. Now naked she approached Fred and unzipped his pants and slid them down and off. She knelt between his legs and began to play with his nice sized cock, then she put it in her mouth and began to suck and lick its head, going deeper and deeper into her mouth until it was at the entrance to her throat. Undeterred she swallowed and pushed at the same time and his cock filled her throat, she continued to swallow and push until her lips hit the roots of his pubic hair. She reversed her direction and raised up until his crown hit her lips. Then she repeated the cycle several times, loving the taste and the power of her control over this man as she had done for her father all those years ago. She knew he wouldn’t last long in her mouth and he didn’t. His first squirt went directly into her stomach, she raised up in time for the next three to fill her mouth. It wasn’t her favorite juice to swallow, that was pussy juice. Her mother had shown her the pleasures of sapphic love when she was young, the same year her father taught her how to treat his cock. She was fourteen when he showed her what the other uses of a man’s cock were. Her mother had been there to help clean her up. She had taken the task of teaching her younger sister Grace how to do everything, she became quite good at eating her pussy!
After swallowing his spend, Amelia began the task of resurrecting his tool in order to put it to even better use! She placed his hands on her breasts and encouraged him to play with them as she cleaned his cock and sucked it back to life. He was doing a great job of playing with her titties, licking his fingers before pinching and pulling her nipples, the cold air evaporating the moisture quickly making them cold and erect. But he would warm them up by rubbing his palms over them in a circle pattern.
When he was hard enough, she positioned herself over the tip of his cock and sat down facing him. They kissed as his cock was engaged in finding the depth of her warm inviting tunnel. He shifted from her mouth to her breasts, kissing and kneading her little mounds with the slightly puffy areola and half inch hard nipples. She had never taken dressage lessons, but she did a wonderful job of posting up and down on Fred’s cock. She loved forcing her clit against his pubic bone, as she varied the angle his cock entered her pussy until the crown was hitting a particular spot she had found while riding her father one evening. She found the right angle and concentrated on hitting it, rubbing it with the crown of his dick on every stroke. Soon she began to lose concentration as the pleasure she was feeling overrode her ability to control herself, Fred reached around her left butt cheek and rubbed his middle finger in the juices he found on her taint. Now well coated he located her anus and drove that finger up her poop chute and stroked it in and out as deep as he could get it in! She exploded in orgasm, squirting what may well have been a quart of liquid from her pussy, he caught some in the palm of his hand and fed it to her. She continued to cum, and triggered his orgasm, she lay on his chest, reveling in the exquisite feelings of a fantastic orgasm!
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