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THE CAMPBELLS JOIN THE CLUB
Timmy the Timid
Before the events
that I am about to describe, people used to call me Timmy the Timid. It was a
funny nickname for someone who stands 6'6' tall and weighs 300 lbs. I am also
ranked somewhere in the top ten heavyweight athletes competing in Highland
Games. I still have quite a way to go but I had placed third at caber toss in
the Glasgow Highland Games which is where I was returning from. I live in Middle
Village, in Queens New York and I was flying back home on a Mushroom Air Boing
747. Everything was proceeding smoothly so about an hour into the flight, I
nodded off.
I was sitting all
the way in the back and the two rows of seats in front of me were empty, but I
chose to remain in my assigned seat, though it was quite close to the toilets. A
hand reaching into my boxer shorts, woke me up some time later. I opened my eyes
to see one of the flight attendants with her hand under my kilt, just as she was
pulling out my cock. It was definitely an unexpected event and I could feel
myself blushing. Yes, that is why they used to call me Timmy the Timid - I was
very shy around the female sex. This one looked very young and looking at her
face I was reminded of Sandra Dee playing Gidget in some movie, though this one
had red hair and she was wearing black horn-rimmed glasses. She put a finger on
her lips indicating that I was to be silent. I didn't mind the ministration that
her hand was applying to my cock, but I was worried that someone might see what
she was doing. An announcement over the PA urged the passengers to stay in their
seats and fasten their seatbelts, as we were about to hit some heavy turbulence.
Gloria, as I later found her to be named, lowered her head and placed her lips
around the tip of my cock causing it to stand up straighter and take notice. I
could see that the cart with light drinks that she was supposed to push around
was moored just in front of my row of seats and I concluded that no one could
have passed even if they were not belted in their seats. Even if they stood up,
they could not possibly see what was going on. There was however one who other
who noticed. It was a somewhat older lady who I later found out, was the flight
attendants' supervisor. She saw me looking at her and gave me a big smile.
Gloria was leaning over the seats in order to reach her target, so her ass was
sticking out into the aisle. The other woman reached over and pulled down
Gloria's panties. I couldn't see everything that was happening behind Gloria,
but it seemed that the other woman had stuck one or more fingers into Gloria's
pussy and was massaging and rubbing it vigorously. That lasted only for a minute
or two, after which Gloria climbed into my lap and onto my cock. Her cunt slid
effortlessly onto it - a perfect fit. She placed her lips on mine and opening my
mouth with her tongue she gave me a long wet kiss. I must have closed my eyes
because I did not notice that the scenery around me had changed. Strangely, I
couldn't feel the pressure of the seat on my ass so I opened my eyes to
investigate. This was not the first time that I had had sex, but something
seemed different this time. Sure enough, the airplane seemed to have vanished.
Gloria was still riding my cock and I was still valiantly and rigidly available,
but somehow we were both stark naked. Well, I was almost naked - I still had on
my argyle socks with the Campbell tartan pattern on them and somehow I was
wearing my tam-o’-shanter though I didn't remember putting it on. Gloria was
still wearing her glasses which I have to say I always found quite sexy. It took
me a while to actually process what I was experiencing and I almost lost it.
"Just stay calm and
keep fucking me. Everything is going to be alright" said Gloria.
"B-b-b-but, where
is the plane" I stammered.
"My name is Gloria,
what's yours?"
"I am Timmy the
Timid" I stammered again. Now why the Hell did I have to say that?
"Please don't worry
Timmy - it's the first time for me too. We have to bring this to a proper
conclusion and everything will return to normal."
"What do you mean?"
I asked again.
"We fuck until we
both have a beautiful sky-shattering orgasm. I mean, you get me into tremulous
trance and I make spill your seed all over the sky."
My mind was trying
to assimilate what was happening. I mean, we had been travelling at some 5-6
hundred miles an hour and now I couldn't feel any wind so I assumed that we were
suspended in mid air. Speaking of air, there should not have been enough for us
to breathe. There were many other anomalies, but I couldn't concentrate on them
just then. The airplane had reappeared and we seemed to be flying along it, only
slightly faster. The sun was shining brightly and the clouds were a long way
below us, so everyone had a clear view of our cosmic copulation. We were
drifting towards the front of the train and we reached that in a short while.
For some reason, we were slammed gently against the cockpit windows and my hairy
ass was pressed against the co-pilots side far a few minutes, after which we
rolled over to the pilots side where it was Gloria's turn to have her ass
pressed against the glass. We continued the rolling to the other side of the
plane making sure the passengers on the other side did not miss the show. The
sensations in my cock were intensifying and I guess Gloria's nerves were sending
very exciting messages because she was beginning a fine trembling motion. It
didn't take too long before we exploded into a beautiful orgasm.
I found myself back
in my seat with my clothes back on and Gloria appeared dressed up, bright eyed
and bushy tailed (I knew about the bushy tail - had just been in and out of
that.) A bell sound over the PA indicated that the seat belt sign was now off.
"Is everything
alright sir?" she asked.
I couldn't say out
loud that I seemed to have lost my underwear, nor could I intimate that I had
just experienced an extremely vivid hallucination that involved her, so I just
nodded.
"Would you like a
light drink, sir?" she asked "coffee, tea, water?"
"I would appreciate
a screw-driver" I answered.
"I will check on
that in a few minutes" she said with a big grin on her face.
She came back a few
minutes later with my screwdriver and a towel. She opened my tray and set the
drink on it after which she reached under my kilt and used the towel to wipe my
cock. It was moist and warm and she did it for a bit longer than necessary.
During the entire process, she kept looking at my with a that big grin.
"Was it good for
you babe?" she asked in a whisper.
"I have not even
started figuring out what exactly had just happened. But the hallucination is
obviously still going on."
"Oh, it was quite
real, I assure you."
That is what I
would expect a construct of my mind to reply, so I said:
"Well, it was
certainly amazing, that's for sure."
She got up and went
on to do whatever a flight attendant usually does. A cute looking teenager
passed me on the way to the toilets and gave me a long look. Two minutes later
she plopped herself on the seat next to me.
"I saw you out the
window" she said "how the fuck did you do that?"
"Do what?" I
replied.
"This" she said
pulling out her cell phone.
She showed me a
video. It was of me and Gloria fucking in midair just above the right wing and
slightly above the porthole. Gloria's back was clearly visible and as my hands
were pulling her ass cheeks apart rhythmically, her asshole would play hide and
seek. There was also a very clear view of my cock in her vagina sliding in and
out. We rotated slightly and I could see the ribbons on my tam flying high
behind me in the breeze. A further rotation showed that Gloria had obviously
noticed the girl. Her hands behind my back were making the universal sign of
fucking, her left pointer finger moving in and out of her the 'O' formed by her
right pointer and thumb fingers at the same rhythm that my cock was sliding in
and out of her cunt.
"Look, the only way
this makes any sense, is as a hallucination. I didn't think about it before, but
we are on a Mushroom Air plane. They must have slipped something into my drink."
"Then they must
have done the same to all of us, because many others have seen you fucking the
stewardess. I just happened to be faster with my phone camera. Can we try to
repeat the miraculous fuck?" She slipped her hand under my kilt and grabbed my
cock.
"Please don't" I
said blushingly, pushing her hand away "how old are you anyway?"
"I'm 17 years old,
but I know how to treat a man's cock. I've done this before" she said.
Outside it had
gotten dark, so the cabin lights had been switched off, but some of the
passengers had kept on their reading lights. It plunged the cabin into a sort of
penumbra. Angela, the flight crew supervisor, had apparently witnessed some of
the exchange, in spite of the dim light conditions, sat down in the aisle chair.
"Are you going to
confiscate my camera?" asked the girl.
"Not at all"
replied Angela "what is your name?"
"My name is
Lorraine, but everyone calls me Lori. Is there an explanation? You now I am
going to splash this all over the net, right?"
"Let me assure you
that it will not do anyone any harm. First of all, we are at a cruising altitude
of 42,000 feet which is about 8 miles high. Our speed is roughly 800 mph and the
outside temperature is -40 degrees."
"Is that centigrade
or Fahrenheit?" asked Lori.
"Good question -
actually -40 is where both scales read the same. As for the other numbers in the
metric system, the altitude is a bit over 12 kilometer and the speed is roughly
1250 kph. In case you have not worked this out, here's the absurdity of your
video: At -40 degrees the human body would turn into a popsicle and shut down in
less than five minutes. The atmospheric pressure is 0.15 Kg / sq. cm. compared
to about 1,033 at sea level. A lot of mountain climbers died when they had no
external source of oxygen at the top of mountains like K2 and Everest which are
a lot lower than where we are flying now, so there is not enough air for a human
to survive even as long as it would take them to freeze to death. And one more
thing, If what you saw really happened, Timmy and Gloria would have been flying
at 12 kph to keep up with plane. Considering these facts, who do you think will
believe you besides perhaps the UFO nuts. Nobody takes them seriously."
"O.K. but did Timmy
and Gloria fuck or not?"
"I wouldn't think
so, but I can't say for sure."
"I would still like
to try it."
"Where are you
flying to and what is your home country?"
"I am in the
exchange student program, flying to New Orleans where I will attend one semester
at UNO and I am originally from Guildford in Surrey."
"Since that is in
the UK where the age of consent is sixteen, and I have heard you say that you
are seventeen I would actually cover for you if Timmy is willing and able."
"I don't think I
can do that" I chimed in sotto voce."
"Nonsense Timmy, we
will help you" said Angela. "Lori, have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth
before?"
It was Lori's turn
to blush and say that she had not done that before.
"Just one second"
said Angela leaning out into the aisle. She signaled Gloria in the galley, who
must have pushed a button or something because the seat belt announcement came
on the PA:
"Ladies and
gentlemen" it said in Angela's voice "the captain has switched on the seat belt
sign. We are going to experience some turbulence, so please return to your seats
and fasten your seat belts. Thank you for your co-operation."
"Watch me" said
Angela and leaning over Lori's lap, she lifted my kilt and engulfed my cock with
her lips. It was still quite soft and she worked her head up and down the shaft
getting her lips to actually touch my testicles. The cock responded as
prescribed and started to rise, where upon Angela sat up and indicated that Lori
should do take a turn. Lori was obviously a novice at cock-sucking and she
scratched me with her teeth making me moan in pain.
"Sorry" she said,
lifting her head.
"Just watch those
teeth" I replied.
She changed
position in order to have better access. She was now kneeling on the two seats
next to me which afforded Angela access to Lori's rear. She lifted Lori's skirt
and pulled down her panties. I could see the rise of Lori's buttocks and once
again, Angela started working that cunt. After a couple of minutes, Lori started
making muffled sounds and Angela noticed that my cock was not at full mast, so
she maneuvered Lori into my lap and guided my cock into wet blonde cunt. Lori
had a fringe of blonde pubic hair decorating her mound of Venus, but the rest of
her cunt was shaved clean. It slid over my cock easily and she started riding me
slowly.
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Angela sat down in
the seat next to us and started fondling Lori's butt cheeks. Lori was getting
excited and her riding was becoming faster when Angela slipped a finger into her
anus. I could feel that finger through the thin wall between the two orifices.
Lori stopped stiffened up in surprise, but she continued the fuck session almost
at once. The tight young cunt coupled with Angela's anal ministrations, made me
come inside Lori's cunt. I had not intended to do that but the semen just
streamed out. There was not as much as the first time, but I couldn't help but
think about getting her pregnant. Lori noticed that I had come and she whispered
in my ear:" Do not worry. Only 2.5% of first time copulations result in
pregnancy. Also I am not currently ovulating so the chances are pretty much
zero."
Smart girl - I
guess it explained the student exchange. She continued sitting in my lap with my
slowly deflating cock still lodged inside her cunt.
"Nothing happened"
she said disappointed.
"Of course
something happened" replied Angela "the two of you had a truly good looking
sexual encounter. Welcome to the club. I assume you are travelling alone Lori."
"Yes, that is
correct."
"Well then, you
should wait until all the other passengers get off the plane before you leave. I
have a surprise for you."
The seat belt sign
went off and Lori went back to her seat and retrieved her carry on and laptop.
She lay down on the empty seats across the aisle from me and fell asleep almost
at once. I tried to do the same but couldn't quite manage. I tossed and turned
for a bit and I guess Gloria noticed because she brought me another screwdriver.
Didn't help much, but Angela brought me a double Scotch on the rocks.
"Why do you keep
bothering with the screwdrivers? Here's what a man like you needs. It is a 21
year old Balvenie, enjoy."
"Oh, I didn't know
you had this" I said
"Well not
officially, but you deserve it" she replied.
A little bit after
that I finally managed to catch a little nap. It was cut short by the cabin
lights coming on about an hour later. Over the PA Angela was saying that the
lights had come on in preparation for landing and that everyone should fold
their trays, bring their chairs back to upright position move the armrests back
down and fasten their seat-belts. Lori decided to move over the aisle and she
stood in front of her seat and lifted her skirt slightly, showing me her pussy.
It looked really nice.
"Good morning" she
said.
I gave her my best
smile and she sat down.
"Where do you
leave?" she asked.
"Queens, New York"
I replied.
"I am staying in
New York for a week before I fly to New Orleans. I have made reservations at
some midtown hotel, but I could cancel."
"That could be
interesting. Sure, why not."
Angela and Gloria
were both sitting behind us on crew chairs.
"How big is your
place" asked Angela.
"Big enough. I have
a two bedroom condo about 15 minutes’ drive from the airport."
"Well then it is
set. We are staying in New York for the week-end, so I'm coming along. You can
tell your neighbors that your aunt and her daughter have come to visit."
"Make that two
daughters" added Gloria "We have a lot in common now."
While we were
conversing, the plane touched down and taxied over to the terminal. After the
customary delay, the passengers started de-plane-ing with Angela and the pilot
wishing them a good day and thanking them for flying Mushroom Air. Gloria had
stayed behind and she motioned to us to be patient. After everyone except the
crew, Lori and myself were left, she took down my bagpipes case and after
unzipping it, she handed me the instrument. It was a beautiful instrument that
had been in my family for over a hundred years.
"There is going to
be a short ceremony - play something."
I was still kind of
shell-shocked from the events that had taken place, but the bag was a welcome
and familiar friend, so I placed it underneath my left armpit making sure that
the drones were draped over my shoulder. I let the chanter hang down and I
started blowing into the blowpipe. I blew for a minute or so before placing my
fingers on the chanter's holes and applied pressure to the bag with my left
armpit. The first tune that came to my mind was Scotland the Brave, so I started
blowing that. Gloria pushed me gently towards the front of the plane and I kept
playing while I walked over. The cockpit door was open and I stopped in front of
it, but Angela pushed me forward, so I entered. The pilot and the co-pilot were
sitting in their seats surrounded by a multitude of dials, switches, levers,
screens and pedals. Surprisingly, there was plenty of room left for Lori, and
Gloria to join on either side of me. I had come to the end of the tune so I just
stopped playing.
"This will not take
too long" said the captain. "On behalf of myself, my co-pilot and the rest of
the crew, I would like to welcome you to the Mile High Club. Though technically
it was much higher than one mile, that name has stuck. The ritual that Gloria
and Timmy went through is a very well-kept secret. It is not known why, and
certainly not how this thing is possible. It defies all known laws of science
and logic, but what Lori has on that video really happened. Some past crew
members have tried to present this evidence to well-known scientific
institutions, but they were laughed at when the experiment could not be
duplicated. So, Lori, you may post your video on any site that does not censor
its contents, but no one will take it seriously. If you do a search, you may
find similar videos on Tumbler, Twitter and some other places, but as I said
everyone thinks they are pranks. In addition, we have allowed Lori to fuck Timmy
to see if anything had changed. As far as we know, the free flight fuck, as some
call it, only happens one time on any given flight. We usually try to time it to
the middle of the night when most of the passengers are asleep and the shatters
are closed. Somehow, Gloria's timing was off, but again, there is no exact
science to it. By the way Gloria, you have magnificent ass and I would love to
take that flight with you some day."
"Yeah, how come you
always get the girl's ass against your window and I get the guy?" asked the
co-pilot "That hairy ass is probably going to haunt my nightmares for a while -
thanks a lot Timmy."
"Oh stop with that
bitching. Come-on Gloria show him your ass to make him happy. Without
hesitating, Gloria lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around slowly, so that
everyone could admire her pubic red hair and that candy apple shaped ass."
The rest of the
crew could actually see some of that action and came out with some appreciative
remarks as a wolfish whistle from the one male in the audience.
"Lori, you can make
Mike here even happier. Would you please do the same?"
Obviously, Lori had
that naughty streak and she lifted up her skirt showing that she had no panties
on either, and pirouetted around on time.
'Come on, that was
much too quick" said the captain "we barely noticed any details. One more time,
but slower this time."
Lori obliged and
she lifted up the hem of her skirt standing there for a minute to allow the two
men a long view of her pink slit and the nicely trimmed blonde bush. She then
turned around slowly and stopped when she was facing the door. The crew outside
could now see the same view while Mike and the Captain had a perfect mooning of
a pristinely white British ass. Mike got out of his chair for a closer look but
as he got closer, he landed a surprise slap onto Lori's ass. It was masterfully
aimed at the rise where the thighs turn into ass cheeks and it managed to hit
both of them at once. Lori let out a surprised and pained expression and dropped
her skirt. The crew applauded the move.
And lastly, Timmy
would you please show your cock to the envious females who were not privileged
enough to see it yet?"
I thought what the
Hell, this is all a hallucination anyway, albeit a very long one, so I picked up
the hem of my kilt and lifted it showing everyone my half erect cock.
"Not this way
Timmy, turn around please."
I did that and got
a nice round of applause as well as a friendly pat on the tip of my cock.
"So here's the
deal. Timmy you may drop your kilt now. Being inducted into the Mile High Club
actually has some very nice privileges.
1 VIP lounge in all
airports.
2 Free first or
business class flights.
3 Top shelf drinks
on any flight.
4 Random sex."
The Captain handed
Timmy a laminated card with a strange design and his name on it.
"Gloria and Lori
will of course get the same cards" as he handed them cards as well.
"The privileges are
of course based on seat availability, but unavailability is a very rare
occurrence. That is because there are quite a few airlines that participate in
this program. Turn your card around to see the list .I So whatever airport in
the world you find yourself in, chances are that 99 times out of a hundred, one
of the airlines will be able to accommodate you" continued the Captain "this is
a lifetime membership, congratulations! and Lori, mention that you would like
the 'free fuck flight' next time you fly and we will do our best to accommodate
you. And with that, we are done. Thank you for flying and fucking on Mushroom
Air and have a nice day!"
The card did have
this list on its back.
We cabbed it back
to my place and what followed is enough material for another fairy tale. All of
this happened about five weeks ago and as I sit here writing about it, I still
wonder how much of it was hallucination and how much reality. I did get a copy
of the video from Lori and watched a lot of times. I also have my Mile High
member card in front of me, but all of it seems extremely surreal. I have read
some testimonies of UFO abductees and in some ways I feel like one of them.
Anyway, I think I have got my nerve together and tomorrow I am going to the
airport for my first flight as a club member. Wish me luck!
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