“I don’t know,” the brunette shook her head slowly. “I don’t know except that it didn’t feel right. I don’t like chemicals,” she spoke quickly, meeting each of our eyes in turn. “My body’s worked fine for eighteen years without pumping it full of hormones, and the pills didn’t seem like the right place to start.”
Oh shit, oh shit. Was I hearing this right? Joanie was bare and sweet, a creamy, fertile female? Oh shit, oh shit. I haven’t been in a virgin in ages, my cock jerking and twitching at the words.
But this was a serious problem. Because WTF, were we supposed to use condoms? No fucking way. I don’t do rubber and latex, I like to feel female cunt raw on my cock. Fuck this shit.
Aaron and Andrew were working it as well. Which made sense since they were the ones who’d come in her pussy, filling her full with seed.
“Would you reconsider?” Aaron asked, voice raspy. “How about some other method of birth control?” he coaxed. “IUD? Diaphragm? The female condom?”
But this is where I stepped in. Again, no way no how. Bareback is the way I roll, and that wasn’t changing because some eighteen year old naïf was afraid of her birth control.
“Naw,” I drawled, blue eyes cold. “If she doesn’t like it, then we’re done here.”
Five sets of harsh blue eyes turned to me then.
“Don’t speak so quickly,” rasped Charlie. “Think twice, my man.”
“Because you haven’t felt her yet,” growled Damien. “It’s fucking amazing.”
And Tom, ever the joker, stuck his oar in as well.
“Ain’t many things that can fly a plane, but trust me, that pussy can do it.”
All of us turned towards him, eyes disbelieving. Did he really say that? Holy fuckballs. But it was true, and the pilot nodded.
“The little girl took my gearstick into her cunt,” he smiled casually, like it was no big deal. “Didn’t you, sweet thing? And you loved every second of it.”
All five of us swung to look at Joanie then. This female fucked a piece of equipment on the plane? While the bird was flying? Seven miles above the earth? Holy shit. Plus, those gearsticks are huge, at least ten inches and wrapped in the softest leather. Eyeing that tiny frame, I shook my head. Joanie must be Wonder Woman, able to stretch with the best of them.
And the brunette, embarrassed, nodded slowly as her cheeks flushed.
“I did that,” she said in a whisper. “It was so wrong, but it felt really amazing.”
And suddenly, the air in the room shifted. We’ve always been motherfuckers taking whatever we like. We formed this airline to suit our needs, transporting us place to place while providing the finest in female flesh.
But Joanie was on a new level. She was dirty as fuck, letting Tom convince her to press a mighty gearshaft into her cunt. Shit. I needed to be in there stat. We all needed to be in there stat.
But how the fuck were we going to figure this out when she wouldn’t get on birth control? Rubbers were out. Diaphragms were out, that shit pokes you when you’re inside. So what was next? Was I gonna pull out like some teen boy? Were we all gonna pull out at the last minute, wasting our cum?
But we were considering it for sure. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. The brunette was so good that we were considering breaking our own rules. Because we weren’t gonna let Joanie go. Hell no. She’d already fucked the gearshaft on a plane while it was flying. She’d already done twins, hot and heavy on the cabin floor. There are many ways to own a female body without knocking her up. So yeah, we were thinking of breaking our own rules. Pulling out. Spraying on that body instead of in her juicy cunt. Whatever it took.
But Damien was crafty. There’s a reason why this motherfucker runs a shit ton of farms and ranches. He knows the birds and bees like the back of his hand. He knows ripe female forms and how to work them.
“Baby,” he growled slowly, blue eyes intense on Joanie. “You know we can’t do you down there without birth control.”
She nodded, biting her lip
“I know,” she whispered, those caramel pools so liquid that a man could drown. “But it doesn’t
sound like Mr. North’s open to condoms,” she mewled, looking at me nervously. “So I don’t know where that leaves us.”
A slow grin crossed Damien’s face.
“Naw sweetheart,” he drawled once more. “Because you have more than one hole. Three holes in fact. Would you be open to that? Would you let us use all of your holes?”
The girl colored, mouth dropping open.
“Wh-what do you mean?” she gasped, head shaking. “I don’t get it.”