Temporary Girlfriend
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 27: Mile-High Club – Twice Over!
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 27: Mile-High Club – Twice Over! - A chance meeting between Josh and Megan leads a day later to pleading with her to become his ‘’temporary’ girlfriend and rescue him from becoming the butt of his family’s ire. Megan agrees. The family fully embraces her, and despite the ‘temporary’ label, they eventually wed and have their own sexual honeymoon with friends, involving her sister and others, living in a loving, polyamorous setting.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
I washed my hands at the small sink at the rear of passenger compartment in the Citation, dried them with a paper towel and opened the bathroom door. Greg and Dave were naked and heading my way in the narrow aisle. Both had lovely lecherous looks on their face.
Greg said with a chuckle, “There’s an old tradition about getting your type rating that we haven’t told you about.” He leaned in to kiss me.
“Yes,” Dave said, “it has to do with conducting Mile-High Sex with your flight instructors the day before you final check ride.”
I played a little dumb as I reached for Greg’s cock, “But I already joined the Club with my ’temporary boyfriend.’ Do I have to join again?”
“Oh, yes,” Dave assured me; “This is different. Flight instructors are very different people and thus this ceremony – a true and important rite of passage – imbues you mystical powers that you will retain for your entire flying career.”
By then, I’d unbuttoned my blouse. I shrugged it from my shoulder. I was braless. “I guess we better hurry then,” I said as I kissed Dave and fondled his cock as well.
My skirt came off along with my thong. I stood nude before Greg and Dave. I saw Josh take a long peek back into the cabin and give me thumbs up and an “Okay” sign. I blew him a kiss.
Dave guided me to one of the short sofas in the passenger area. It wasn’t full length; however, I could recline on it at an angle, thrusting my pussy into the aisle of the plane. Dave knelt and leaned in, drilling his electric tongue into my excited pussy.
Greg knelt on the sofa next to me and I leaned towards him and inhaled his cock into my mouth. I could feel the surges of blood enter his piece as I sucked. Soon he had a raging erection. I nursed his shaft, playing various games to keep him hard and to make him what I call super horny. He headed that way pretty fast.
“Switch with me,” Greg asked Dave. The men smiled at each other. Greg knelt in front of me and replaced Dave’s laps and aggressive tonguing of my pussy. Dave presented me his rising cock and soon I also had that harder than rebar.
I felt Greg move up my body and then as I deep-throated Dave, I felt Greg’s cock sink into my slutty airborne pussy. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and then got back to work on that.
“Oh, you feel so warm and wet, Megan. I love loving you!” Greg told me.
Greg delivered an orgasm to me over the next ten minutes, smooth and nice; the kind you’d write home about to your incestuous sisters-in-law. ‘I must tell Fiona and Katelyn about this,’ I thought, preferably as we’re fucking each other.
I then had another thought. I had seen countless corporate jets disgorging passengers at the end of flight, and often there were a woman or two and then several men. Do you suppose that every one of those flights involved the passengers fucking around during their trip? I bet the percentage was a lot higher than one would think? Many of those women were super good-looking too, and I bet they could fuck like a mink.
“My turn,” Dave whispered. Greg jerked his shaft from my tunnel and another jolt of sexual energy shot through me. Dave’s response to that was to jam his cock into me as fast as he could. Another jolt rang through my body, yet I knew he was being gentle enough to deliver exactly what I wanted. I wondered whether these guys had done this before. Was there really a rite of passage like this with flight instructors?
“Oh fuck, guys. I love this; don’t stop!” I told them in my sexual haze. I asked either of them, “How many times have you done this with a female pilot upgrading to a jet?”
Greg chuckled, “You’re the first woman we’ve ever had come through the school on our watch.”
Dave stroked away at me, and then moved me so I was reverse cowgirl. This way Greg could see all the sexy looks on my face and if Josh peeked he could watch us fucking. Josh peeked – a lot.
I came again – and again – and again. The guys switched back and forth.
Dave whispered to me when he was about to take me in the doggie position, “Do you want to try anal?”
“Oh, yes,” I pleaded. “I’m so wet, just take some of my juices from my cunt.”
He did and soon his cock pushed past my sphincter muscles into my dark cavity. We both moaned. Greg inserted a couple of fingers into my pussy and started to massage that area and my clit.
I came again.
“You guys make me feel like such a slut. I love to make love – to fuck. This is such an unexpected treat. I had a fantasy one time about the two of you, however, it wasn’t this good. More! More! Fuck my cunt! Make me cum some more.”
Greg sat on the small sofa beside me. “Come over me, Megan. Put me in your pussy.”
Dave pulled from my anus and I moved over to Greg, mounting him. He sucked on my breasts, probably giving me a hickey from his passion.
Then I felt Dave behind me again. Greg paused and Dave sank his cock into my anal opening. I think everyone moaned.
The two men started a rhythm, in and out of my openings – sometimes in sync and sometimes juxtaposed to each other. I could feel myself heading for outer space.
I entered that special sexual space where all you feel is the pleasure surrounding you, in you, of you, with you, in every way imaginable. My eyes probably closed but I felt kisses and returned them from all angles.
I started to cum, however, it wasn’t a regular orgasm where I peaked and then came down. I worked up to this magnificent plateau and then just stayed there basking in one long continuous climax. The cocks plunged in and out of me keeping me in that climatical space. I know I sprayed my girl juices but I didn’t care. The plane’s seats could be cleaned.
I came and came and came. And then my lovers came as well, driving their cocks deep into me with ever longer and stronger thrusts; almost tearing me apart. I felt a unity with the two men – a unique closeness. I felt their jets of cum fill my cunt and fill my ass. I didn’t want them to stop – just to keep cuming.
I fell forward onto Greg. Dave massaged my back. Somehow I found my way back to this universe, this planet, and the little plane that flew above it. My eyes fluttered open.
“That was amazing,” I told them. Dave gently pulled away from me. I remained over Greg. Dave went to the small lavatory and used some paper towels to clean his privates and some of my ejaculate and fluids from his body.
Greg said, “Do you want to go?”
I pulled from him and said, “No, you go. I want to tease Josh.”
“Ooooooh, Jooooosh,” I called out as I sashayed towards the cockpit, holding my legs together to stem the exit of cum from my two orifices.
He looked around, “Jooooosh, wanna come and play with me. I’m feeling very slutty and I bet fucking three guys in the Mile-High Club is some kind of record.”
Josh looked interested as he turned from the pilot’s seat, but said, “You know, let’s save that record for another flight. Make that one of your goals for next year – maybe when you come back here for your annual refresher class or when we’re flying my sisters and friends somewhere.”
“Oh, spoil sport,” I said with a theatrical pout on my face.
“But I will finger your drippy little pussy, or is it finger your pussy you little cunt?” he said with a chuckle. I let him sink two then three fingers into my pussy. Oh, that felt good too.
“Oh, so nice,” I told him. “I love you. Thank you for making that DP happen. That was special for me. Another memory to have for the rest of time. You’ve given me so many.”
I waddled back to the lavatory, occasionally depositing a dollop of cum from pussy or ass on the plush carpeting. Greg and Dave moved aside to let me past. Both copped a feel of my jiggly breasts.
I sat for five minutes on the miniature commode thinking about the last forty-five minutes. I surprised myself that I shifted gears from flying to fucking so fast, and then to have the two guys screw me – even DP me - in front of my fiancé; highly unusual.
When I thought the drips had mostly stopped I made a pad of paper towels and exited the tiny loo to find my clothes. Someone had nicely laid out my clothing in the order I’d need it right outside the lavatory. I dressed, washed my face again then headed towards the cockpit. I’m sure I smelled like a French whorehouse, but I was among friends.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” I said as I pushed my was through to see what was happening. “Where are we?”
Josh pointed to a GPS map and said, “I think we’re right near Mount Rushmore but the cloud deck blocks the ground. I’m aiming for Custer National Forest then we’ll turn around. Do you want to fly?”
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