Chapter 414: The Journey Home, The Long Way

Chris skipped off happily, but the flight attendant grabbed me before I could get far.

“Why did you go in with a boy, and now he is dressed like a girl? What did you two do in there?” she asked accusingly.

Yes, Mr. Air Marshal. I see you standing off to the side.

“How does that song go? Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls. It’s a mixed up muddled up shook-up world, except for Lola. While none of your business, Chris’s father asked me to help out with Chris. Besides being on the Autism Spectrum, she is also a he. Due to set bathroom times, Chris wasn’t getting to pee before the flight and was wearing a diaper, thus the jeans. That didn’t bother them, only that Chris wanted to wear a dress and panties when she got off the plane since she prefers to be a girl now that her breasts have started to grow. That is a problem because before their breasts appeared, Chris would pull off her shirt and pull a dress over her head before removing her pants and diaper to change into panties, right there in her seat. Her dad told her that she couldn’t do that anymore and thus was about to start screaming. I’m sending out something that some kids with special-needs turn into.”

“He doesn’t make our skin crawl when he touches ours, and we like being able to have someone hold us without having to fight trying to get away from the creepy-crawly sensations,” a sixteen-year-old girl said. “There isn’t a kid like me on this plane that wouldn’t do all we could to get him to touch us in what you would say is an inappropriate way. You can’t know what it is like not to feel the hands of another on your bare breasts or touch your pussy. Even if he would put his hands on any of us like that, you wouldn’t ever be able to get any of us to tell you if he did. I bet you have no clue why he insisted on getting us moved to first-class!”

The flight attendant snarkily requested, “Oh, do tell. I can’t wait.”

“Because he wanted to give our parents and siblings a chance to enjoy at least one flight with us. He knows how to calm us down and stop meltdowns, where nothing else, short of sedatives, will. You saw the young girl in the terminal. Trust me or not, but I’ve been there. There is no way you would ever understand how someone like me gets to that point that we are running without impulse control. We can’t calm ourselves down until we run out of steam. If he hadn’t calmed her down, you would still be waiting on someone to grab her long enough to get a sedative in her,” the girl explained. “Think fight-or-fly response on meth, ignoring that methamphetamines are part of many of our daily meds. You really should be thanking him instead of being ready to accuse him of being a child molester. It would be you, the other flight attendants, and the air cop over hiding just around the corner dealing with the mayhem that is likely to have resulted otherwise. On a different topic, he is a bra god. I’ve been wearing a thirty-B for the last three months, and it has been killing me. He told my mom to give me one of my little sister’s thirty-six-A bras when we were waiting to board. My tits don’t hurt anymore, and they are fully supported. I didn’t care much for her red, see-through, lace bra. Now that I’ve gotten one of my sister’s everyday, boring bras, it’s going to make my nipples stop hurting from the material. I would prefer that David went in with me to help get it adjusted, but not with how you are still looking at him. He is too sweet of a guy to have that shit dumped on him.”

I leaned over to the flight attendant and said, “Thirty-eight-C, just like the other flight attendant in first-class. Just ask her to borrow one once we are in flight and see if I’m wrong. You won’t need the extenders or inserts to give you some approximation of comfort.”

“If that is all resolved, I will be going to my seat unless you tell me otherwise,” I said, looking at the air marshal.

He smiled when he told me, “I thought you looked familiar. I’m a retired Marine. We both know that I could tell you anything I wanted, and it wouldn’t make any difference. Now I did want to say that it was pleasant seeing a Seal Team showed up by a seventeen-year-old who flew himself to the carrier in an F-18.”

I’m not even going to confirm or deny anything.

I went around to be sure the kids up here in first class were all doing ok. A few were getting a bit off, so I had the flight attendants get them caffeinated soda and went to check with their parents about if they needed a booster. A few did need more meds, so their parents took care of that. One had refused to eat for days, only drinking water and milk. Desi had cleaned out all of the emptied energy mini-shot bottles, and we restocked her with protein drinks. The kid that hadn’t eaten in days didn’t much like the taste. They didn’t give me any shit either. By the time they said to get in our seats and be ready to take off, that kid was asleep.

Desi had swapped out seats with a girl from her school so that she could talk to someone. I found myself moved to the middle of the back row. On one side, I had an eight-year-old boy that looked catatonic with fear about flying. On the other, I had a girl between fourteen and nineteen. She wouldn’t tell me other than that she was over fourteen but younger than twenty.

When they had closed the doors and pushed us back, the boy next to me grabbed my hand in a death grip. Once we were on the taxiway, he let go a bit. Once we started down the runway, he let go completely.

The girl on the other side, however, grabbed my hand. Before we were in the air, my hand was on her wet pussy. I started to play, but she told me that she already came when my fingers grazed her pubes. She only wanted to feel my hand holding her pussy. No one else had been able to do that before. Her hand got in my pants to find my dick. She did keep it under my shirt as it got hard. I felt someone start to suck my dick and found that the boy had switched places with the one across the aisle. This guy was seventeen and went to town on my dick until he got me to cum in his mouth. The girl pulled my hand from inside her sweatpants and panties.

She had my dick in her mouth until the seatbelt sign went off.

We soon played musical seats then.

I didn’t expect things to be this fast, but I had a girl sit on my knees facing me. Leaning in to whisper, she told me that she was nineteen, showed me her college ID, and then that he barely had any tits. Her pussy only had hair on the sides. Some had started to grow over her pussy, but not much.

“I’m still a young girl on the outside and don’t have a period yet, but I can get full-sized cucumbers inside me. The doctor says that part of me is fully developed. I worked it all out. Will you pull it out of the leg hole and slide it into me. I’m wearing skorts, so the nosey flight attendants will see that when they look over to see me in your lap. I modified them to look expected, but the seam in the middle I pulled out and replaced them with springs and magnets. To them, I will seem like a little girl sitting on your lap, acting silly. I will make sure that they can see the front, sides, and sometimes the butt of the shorts. With the legs both in place and waistband not moved, they won’t know.”

She had that right. More than once, the flight attendants came by only to see that the girl’s shorts under her skirt were in place as expected. When the movie came on, and they lowered the lights, the girl was fucking me steadily. Since we had no one behind us, she appeared to rock back and forth, as some special-needs kids do. She kept going until I came inside her, then she moved back to her seat to wait a bit before going to the bathroom to clean up.

I was having a snack and soda when a girl, who looked like the one that just fucked me, came over. She had the armrest up and turned to face me with one leg up on the seat. This girl had on bright green tights and light-blue shorts under her short dress. From the angle, no one could miss seeing her tights and shorts under her dress, but only I saw it when she reached into the pocket of her dress, wiggled her hand in a bit, and then opened the crotch to let me see her closely trimmed pussy. She giggled when she used the fingers of her other hand to reach down between her to rub her clit. The first time a flight attendant came by, asking if I wanted anything else, the girl pulled her hand out of her pocket. The one she used to rub her clit only needed her to move her fingers back to look like they were just sitting on her leg.

The girl, Lilith, leaned over to ask, “If I pull it open, could you rub me with your thumb or slip a finger in me? I’ve never had only else touch me, but I do myself all the time. I want to do what my sister did with you, even if I’m only sixteen. Of the two girls in my family, I’m the one without any issues or health problems. That doesn’t mean I don’t want a dick inside me as bad as most girls in first and business class. From the whispers, I think a lot of boys want to come to play with you too.”

With practiced ease, she did something that made the crotch of her shorts, which I found the tights were sewn to, gave me full access without needing her to hold it open. Before she could get off, one of the flight attendants asked me to speak with her for a few minutes.

“I don’t want to know how you have gotten around so much for someone who I found just recently turned eighteen,” she told me. “Being a natural bitch, I haven’t had many people I can say are who I consider friends, even less as close friends. Two of my best friends, since I was in primary school, are both flight attendants too. Both told me about this kid that gave them the best sex they’ve ever had in their lives. Someone called them to say I was a suspicious cunt. You were that guy they had told me about, and that if I watched, I would see at least one girl come crawl into your lap and start to fuck you. The girls would be the ones that initiated everything, and you wouldn’t be trying to do anything other than make it look like they weren’t doing anything. I saw that girl look like she was only rocking back and forth. Given the helmet on her head, I dismissed it as anything other than that, but I did look closely. She had on skorts, and there couldn’t be any way you were having sex without taking off her skirt. At least, that was what I thought until I saw your long dick sliding out from inside her. I don’t know how that works because she had no indications that there was anything out of place when she got off your lap. Her younger sister, which seems odd given that the older one doesn’t even look twelve, had you rubbing her clit with your thumb. You weren’t trying to do anything else, and she loved it.”

She had to answer a call button.

While she was gone, the other flight attendant pulled me into the galley and closed the curtain.

“If you have a rubber, can you fuck me? I’m soaked watching how those girls are looking back at you as they play with themselves and the boys who have asked for some extra napkins. I hadn’t needed a dick this bad since back when I wanted to lose my cherry. I told my co-worker that if I could get you alone that I was going to fuck you,” she told me as she was trying to get my dick out.

That didn’t take long enough for me to need a rubber before she got hers.

After fixing her clothes and looking out around the curtain, she said, “I’m going to send my co-worker back here. I’ve known her for years. She has a lot of baggage from something that happened in high school. All I know is that her friends said how she was the sweetest girl in the school. Now she is a total bitch. I’ve never known her to get horny, and right now, she is barely managing to keep herself in check. Fuck her long and slow. She needs to feel what it is like to be with a guy that isn’t like in her past.”

In a few minutes, the bitchy flight attendant came back into the galley.

“Do I stay or go back to my seat,” I asked her.

I take it that her pants and panties hitting the floor means she wants me to stay.

Once wrapped, I slid my dick into her steamy furnace. The head rubbing against her g-spot as it slid inside brought her off before I got in more than two inches.

“Oh! That was something new. Can you do that again?” she asked huskily.

I did. Two inches of dick is all that she needed to cum repeatedly. The one time I pushed all nine inches into her, we found that was way too much for her, and she nearly collapsed from the intensity of her orgasm.

When I pulled out of her, she turned to me and said, “I need to trust my friends more. You are a god. I expected you to pound away at me for the five to ten seconds it took you to cum, and that was it. Now I can believe what they said about you aren’t into it for your pleasure only. I’ve never cum, not even rubbing myself, and yet you didn’t get in me far before I did.”

“My dick is just a dick like any other, except a bit longer,” I explained. “For women, sex is more in your mind than pussy. You wanted me to make you cum, and for it to feel amazing, so it did. If I blindfolded you and got a teenage boy in here to slide his dick in you, you would have cum the same way while you thought it was me. He wouldn’t have lasted as long and would have cum too, but you still wouldn’t have known it wasn’t me. I bet if you reached down to rub your clit, and let yourself enjoy it instead of feeling all that guilt you were told to have about doing it, you will cum.”

She did, and she did.

The rubber came off, and the flight attendant showed that she did know how to suck a dick. I had to stop her expert work because she kept biting me each time she made herself cum. While she got herself off twice more, I cleaned up and tucked away, then got her dressed again.