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Subject: {ASSM} The Mile High Club (MF, nc, rape, molest)
Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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{ASSM} The Mile High Club (M/F, nc, rape, molest)



   WARNING:



   This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
depictions of women and more specifically women in extreme sexual
situations.  These may include rape, sexual torture and other forms of
physical violence.  If this subject matter offends you or you are under 18
then don't read it.

   The author reserves all rights.  This story may be archived or
distributed through a web site only so long as the site is not commercial,
and this notice is left intact and unaltered.

   This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to a person living
or dead is purely coincidental.

   Send comments and suggestions directly to the author at:
ghostwrter@hotmail.com.



   Author's note....XXX refers to the name of the narrator, who may it
clear that he did not want it published.



   "God, I hate these damn layovers." I said.  "Especially At DFW." The
flight to LA didn't leave for another hour and a half, so I thought I'd get
grab a bite to eat and a beer.  The airport was a mad house, hordes of
people moving in every direction.  After a bit of searching I found this
sports bar up a flight of stairs and out of the fray.  I found a table in
near the back and put my stuff down in the other seat and called for the
waitress.  She hurried over, took my order and hurried off.  I leaned back
in my chair and scanned the bar.  I was drawn to a couple sitting near the
front of the bar.  They looked like they were having a serious discussion.
It was something about the pair; I couldn't take my eyes off them.

   "Wait, I know them, it's the Banks." I stated.  "Oh my God, I haven't
seen them in years." "Shit since high school."

   I looked closer and sure it was Jan Banks and her husband.  She was my
high school Spanish teacher.

   "Damn, they haven't changed a bit."

   I thought about going over there and striking up a conversation, but it
looked like from the tone of the conversation that didn't want to be
bothered.  So, I figured I wouldn't bother.

   I watched them a few more minutes when they left.  I couldn't help but
notice the large number of empty drink glasses on their table.

   "They were big drinkers back in high school, too." I thought.

   About an hour later, I walked to the departure gate.  The lounge of
course was packed.  But a made a bee line for an empty seat near the
window. Just as I got situated the first call for boarding was announced.

   I wondered where the Banks were going and what were they up to.  Seeing
them brought back a lot of memories of high school.  I remembered staring
at Jan's legs and boobs in class and daydreaming about getting it on with
her.

   My daydream ended as the second call was announced and I gathered my
stuff up and headed toward the exit.  As I stood in line, I notice Mr. 
Banks walking away from the gate in the general direction of the main exit.
"Well he just must have dropped of his wife." I thought heading down the
gangway.

   The plane wasn't as crowded as I first thought.  "Great" I thought.  It
was large plane with 2-3-2 configuration of seats.  My seat was well in the
back.  I pushed my stuff in the overhead and sat down.  The seat next to me
looked like it was going to be unoccupied.  After I got settled, I started
to look around the cabin and sitting across the aisle alone in the 3
section was Jan.  She looked really fidgety and nervous.

   "Mrs.  Banks is that you?" I asked.

   "Yes....  XXX is that you?"

   "Hey.  How are you?" astonished that she remembered me.

   "Great, how you?  Listen, can I come sit next to you?" she said pointing
to the open window seat next to me.

   "Sure"

   She quickly grabbed her stuff and slid into the seat next to me.

   "Hey, XXX its good to see you." She said, giving me a big hug.

   "Mrs.  Banks its good to see you too.  It's been a long time."

   "Jan.  Call me Jan." she said fastening her seat belt.

   As we exchanged pleasantries, the plane began to move and soon we were
taxing down the tarmac.  She said that she hated flying and that she was
really pissed at Mr.  Banks for not being more supportive but was really
glad now that she had someone to fly with.  As we sped down the runway, she
held my hand tightly and leaned her body close to mine.  I could feel my
nature start to awaken.

   The moment we were at the cruising altitude, I called flight attendant
over for drinks.  Jan thanked me.

   After about 5 gin and tonics and wine with dinner, Jan was feeling no
pain.

   The flight attendant noted that since this was a night flight they were
gonna cut the lights off to show some program and since the flight was so
empty they were all gonna hang out up front and let the passengers sleep.

   "Jan, you haven't changed a bit.  Not at all in 15 years."

   "Ahh, thanks." She said.

   "No, you really look great" the beer inside me, said.

   "Thanks" she said in a rather reluctant tone shifting to face the
window.

   "I think I better shut up" I thought to myself sensing her rejection.

   I clicked the overhead light on to pretend to read, but really to keep
staring at her body.  Let me quickly describe her: she was about 5'9'',
about 135, short brown hair, round face with smallish eyes and lips, big
round breasts and long shapely legs.  She was wearing a tight fitting red
turtleneck that tucked into a tan skirt that had buttons up the front.  She
was also wearing tan hoes and brown penny loafers.  What attracted her to
me wasn't really that she looked good, cause she really didn't.  She was
very plain.  But it was the idea that it was a teacher of mine in high
school.

   She began to nod off and I wondered what could I do to get under her
clothes.  I would have done anything to get her into a restroom and screw
her brains out.  But I didn't think I had a chance in hell of that
happening.  So, I cut the light off and leaned back in my seat and closed
my eyes.

   I think I had been asleep for about an hour when I woke up.  Jan was out
like a light.  Just as I stretched and reached for my book, the plane shook
violently and tipped forward at a 30**b0** angle.  People moaned and
stirred at the violent convulsion.  I reached for the seat in front of me.
Jan leapt up from her slumber.

   "What's going on?!" she proclaimed.

   "I think it was an air pocket."

   "Air pocket?!"

   Just then the plane shook again and the pilot turned the fastened seat
belts sign on.

   "Ohh." She yelled, pushing the arm rest up and throwing both of her arms
around my neck and pulling me to her..

   "It will be okay, Jan".  I said putting my arm around her lower waist.

   "Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God.  I hate flying"

   "It will be okay.  It will be alright" I said moving my hand slowly up
and down her lower back.

   She seemed almost hysterical.  "It will be okay" I said gently pulling
her closer.  She sensed this but she kept her arms in a vice grip around my
neck.

   Over the next few minutes, the plane shook with decreasing severity. 
The pilot came on the PA to say, "Sorry about that, but were flying through
a patch of rough air cause of some storms below us.  It's gonna be a little
shaky over the next hour or so."

   "Oh no." she responded.  "That son-of-bitch husband of mine should be
here."

   "Hopefully the worst is over" I said trying to comfort her.

   "You don't mine me borrowing you neck do you?"

   "No.  not all."

   "Thanks." She said resting her head on her arms and my shoulders.

   "No problem" I thought to myself slowly caressing her lower back.

   I couldn't believe this was happening.  Mrs.  Banks was in my arms!!!  I
wanted to grab the airplane phone and call all the old high school gang.

   I slowly began to lengthen my rubs, letting my hands glide up to her bra
and down to the edge of her skirt.  She made no objection.  I gently held
my hand on her back over her bra while I contemplated my next move.  I was
dying to feel her up.  Just to touch her tits.  "But how could I do it
without getting slapped and/or arrested?"

   "Jan, would a drink help?" I asked quietly.

   "Ahhh, yea, sure thanks." She said letting me free of her grip.

   I called for the flight attendant and she promptly brought triple
servings of gin/tonics for both of us.  She said that this might help us
get through the bumpy spots.

   "It just might" I responded.  We quickly drank out cocktails and
attendant quickly came back to pick them up as the airplane began to rock
and shutter.

   "Come here" she said, pulling me to her and wrapping her arms around my
neck.

   "Sure" I said smiling inside.

   This time I put my around again around her lower waist, but instead to
reaching her back, my hands clutched her side.

   I again began to slowly caress her lower side as she snuggled her head
into my neck.

   "Oh, those drinks are going to my head." She said softly.

   "Great." I thought.

   I glanced over her body from her knees pressed close together to her
fine soft hair pressed against my face.  This was my chance.  I had to roll
the dice.  My hand was at the junction of the skirt and turtleneck.  I
slowly slid it up over the soft cotton fabric.  I knew that I would bump up
against the side of her boob.

   My hand slowly progressed up her until I could feel her ribs when she
took my hand and gently placed it around her lower waist again.  "Damn" I
thought.  "But she didn't get crazy, either."

   A few minutes later I tried it again, this time in more incremental
stages.  I think she was about to move my hand again when the plane shook
and she tightened her grip around me.  My hand was resting on her left rib
cage.  I slowly slid it up until if left the wire of her cup under my
fingers.  My thumb was resting on the side strap.  I was as hard as a rock.
I held it there, letting my index finger experience the softness of her
mound.

   After a few seconds said, "XXX, please" in a low drunken tone and moved
my hand away.

   But I was not to be deterred.  I wondered why she didn't resist more.  I
don't think she was out-of-it drunk.  I guessed it was a combination of
fear of flying and the alcohol.

   The plane began again another period of violent shaking and she
tightened her grip with every vibration.

   This time I thought I'd go for broke.  So I quickly ran my hand up her
side and on to her large round breast.  I didn't squeeze it.  I just felt
her round mound in my hand.  Her nipple was gently poking through the
silkiness of her bra into my palm.  I slowly began to caress it when she
placed her hand on top of mine in protest.

   "Stop" she said in a low voice.  But I wasn't going to.  I started to
gently rub and apply soft pressure to her boob.

   "Quit" she said with a more forceful tone, pushing my hand off her.

   "I'm sorry" I responded not knowing what else to say.

   That was the extent of her objection.

   I was jubilant inside.  I has just felt up my high school teacher and so
far had gotten away with it.  It has been a couple of months since I had
last gotten laid, so I was already horny and this just kicked it up off the
charts.  My cock was as hard as stone.  Although I had accomplished a lot,
I wanted more.  My attentions turned to her knees.

   I the plane rocked back and forth.  I turned on the overhead look for a
bit of reconnaissance.  Her legs were about an inch away from mine.  I
glared at her knees.  Kind off bony not nice nonetheless.  The pattern her
pantyhose made over her legs made my cock stiffen further.

   I put my arm around her lower waist and let is rest.  She rested her
hand briefly on mine as to say this is fine.  I turned my hand and held her
hand in mine.

   I waited for another good shake and a turned my legs into hers and
placed my hand on her knee.  It was smooth and soft just as I had expected.
She tried to remove her hand from mind but I wouldn't let her go.  She
pulled her arm from around my neck and grabbed my hand.

   "I said stop it." She said forcefully.

   "Come on, Jan." I said gripping her knee and moving my hand slightly
under her skirt.

   "Quit it now.  I'm not interested in you.  XXX.  Stop" she said trying
to pull away from me.

   I could tell that she was still sort of out of it.  I let her hand go.

   "Come on Jan" I repeated leaning my face toward her.

   "If you don't get you hands off me I'll..."

   Before she could finish the sentence, I kissed her.  It was more like me
pushing my tongue into her mouth.  It was great.  Her mouth was soft and
warm, but it tasted like gin.  Not withstanding that, I proceeded to have
my tongue take the scenic tour.

   My kiss pressed her back into her seat and she struggled to push me
away.

   This left my hand free on her upper thigh.  I slowly slid my hand
underneath her skirt and down her smooth pantyhosed thighs.

   She didn't resist as much as I thought.  Not that she liked it, but she
didn't hit or scratch.  I slowly moved my hand down her thigh.  I could
tell she was pressing her legs together to prevent me from getting between
them.

   I thought I was going to come in my pants.  Her mouth was inviting
enough, but her soft, silky legs were something else.  I loved chick in
pantyhose anyway, so this was heaven.

   She tried to grab my forearm, but I was quickly running my hand down her
thigh toward her crotch.  When I got to her upper thigh, she began pushing
me away harder, but it wasn't much of a contest.  I slid my hand in between
her thighs, brushing against her womanhood.

   Jan let out a slight moan and she began to twist in her seat as I
explored her crotch with my hand.  Her legs sprung apart and as she slid
further down in the seat.  I continued rubbing and fondling her pussy.  I
could feel her breathing quicken and her grip on my shoulders strengthened.
I found her private lips through her hoes and panties and began to rub it
vigorously with my index finger.  She raised her legs into the air and
pressed her feet into the front seat.  She began twisting and pushing
violently.

   She pushed me hard in the face, dislodging our mouths.

   "Get off me." She said angrily grabbing my hand out of her skirt.  "I
cant believe you would do this to me." "Move." She said adjusting her
clothes and standing up.

   "Where are you going?" I asked scared shitless.

   "The bathroom and then the hell away from you!" she said marching past
me into the aisle.

   "Oh shit." I thought.  "What was I thinking?"

   Then the fear passed and I thought about how good her tits and pussy
felt.  "I felt Mrs.  Jan Banks tits and pussy." "Wow!!!" But I was still
rock hard with not sign of it being relived.  I turned to watch her go into
the bathroom.  I knew then that I had to fuck her.

   The flight attendant came barreling down the aisle.  "Is she okay?"

   "Yea, I think she's not feeling well.  I'll check on her."

   "Please.  And don't be long because we starting are approach into LA."

   "Sure"

   "If you need some assistance, please press the buttons and I will come
help."

   "Okay" I said, watching her walk back to the front of the plane.

   I picked up Jan's stuff and I put it in a seat a couple of rows behind
mine and I walked back toward the restroom.  The back of the plane was
empty and there was no one within 15 rows of us.

   "Great" I thought standing in front of the only door that showed
"Occupied".

   A few seconds later the door opened and I quickly went in to the
bathroom, trapping her in.

   "XXXX, what are you doing?" she asked, slightly slurring her words.

   The bathroom was just the size for both of us.  I closed the door
quickly behind me and locked it.

   "Let me out." She proclaimed, trying to push her way towards the door.

   "Soon enough, Jan" I said, grabbing her and spinning her towards the
mirror.

   "What are you doing" she asked.

   "Shhhh!" I replied pushing her waist towards me.

   "Quit it!!!  Get you hands off me"

   I ignored her and pulled her skirt up in the back.

   "Ohhh, No.?" she said trying to push her skirt down.

   "Jan shut up."

   I pushed her hips up against mine and pulled her skirt up around her
waist.  Without must resistance, I pulled down her pantyhose and panties
down around her thighs.  With equal speed, my pants were opened and
unzipped.

   "No XXX Please.  I'm married.  Don't do this" she begged.

   "Don't make any noise" I said, rubbing the head of my cock against her
pussy lips.  I put my hand on her shoulder and with one good push I slide
my Johnson inside her.

   "ohhhhhh" she moaned.  Her fisted clenched and her head sagged as I
continued to drive inside her.

   She moaned and panted as I stretched her pussy.  I started to
rhythmically pumping her, my hands moving back and forth between her tits
and her hips.  I continued to hit it harder and harder until we were making
a loud clapping noise with each thrust.  She started moaning and panting
with greater volume.

   After about 15 minutes I came.  It poured out of me in a stream.

   I quickly pulled up my pants and left.

   As I walked down the aisle, the attendant was approaching.

   "Is she okay?"

   "Yea, I thinks she gonna be fine." I said sitting down.

   "Good" she said turning and heading the other way.

   5 minutes later she staggered around the corner and slumped in the seat
where I put her stuff.

   Soon, we were on the ground, and once we got to the gate, I quickly got
my stuff and left, no once looking in her direction.

   In the terminal, I waited in an out of the way place for Jan to come off
the plane.  She was the last to come off.  She looked rattled I think she
was crying.  A flight attendant was asking her what was wrong, but I could
read her lips as she said, "Nothing...Nothing., Please I just want to go."

   She looked around like she was looking for someone and headed toward the
baggage claim.

   I turned and headed toward the rental car area, smiling about my
entrance into the mile-high club.





   The End.

















   
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