The Haunting Of Flight 69

Halloween night, 1969, somewhere in flyover country. A large "family" of free-loving hippies is on a flight from the east coast, headed to Las Vegas for a week of frivolity.

It was the time of easy-going sex and even easier use of psychedelic drugs. Dressed in tie-dyed shirts, shorts and sundresses, the whole group was a little bit high. Sunflower had taken a hit from a shared toke that was being passed around.

She could not help but giggle. What was the chance they would all be on Love Airlines Flight 69 on their way for what was planned as a hedonistic week with others like them from all over the country?

Of course, Sunflower was not her real name. But with bright blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, freckles, and a bubbly personality, her moniker came easily.

Many of the others had monikers also that you would expect. Moonbeam, Sprocket, Tumbleweed, etc. Then others had their standard names, Robert, Mary Ann, Jethro, etc.

The flight attendants were looking the other way regarding the "hippie" shenanigans. Which was good for her, because Jethro was sitting crisscross in front of her seat on the floor, his face buried in her pussy. Jethro was really good at it, too. As he lashed her clit with his pointed tongue, her orgasm approached, and she thought this is why he is her very favorite pussy licker.

A couple of rows back Mary Ann was deep throating Robert, making gagging noises which only aroused the others more.

Dewayne was in the galley near the front of the plane. One of the stewardesses had been unable to resist his huge cock... now she was bent over the small counter while he pummeled her from behind. She had already cum twice, and did not care if he ever stopped.

Several others throughout the jet aircraft were engaged in different sex acts. The pot they had been sharing was laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. Of course, smoking it affected the hippies taking part, but the smoke the plane's crew could not help but inhale affected them also.

So, everyone on the plane, even the pilots, were horny as hell. Erect phalluses and moist womanhoods abounded... the aroma of sex was nearly as powerful as that of the weed.

The stewardess for the back portion of the plane noticed a wisp of smoke coming from under the door for the rear lavatory. Connie moved quickly to the door, unlocking it with her pass key.

She was horrified to see a hippie with an open flame and some kind of drug, "What the fuck are you doing?! Are you crazy??"

Simon looked up with bloodshot eyes, "Oh, shit man..."

Connie saw a sudden flash.

A few seconds later, people for hundreds of miles around, in the air and on the plains, saw a brilliant flash in the sky.

And thus ended... and began, the legend of Flight 69 and the loss of all aboard.

Halloween, Current Day:

Pilot Jeff Masterson flipped a switch and spoke into a microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are at cruising altitude with excellent weather. Feel free to take off your seatbelts and move about the cabin if needed."

Jeff activated the autopilot functions, unfastened his seatbelt, then leaned back to relax. He turned to his copilot, Gwen Johnson, "May as well get comfortable, this will be a memorable flight."

Love Airlines Flight 69, en route from NYC to Las Vegas, was just entering the middle of the country. Nothing eventful should happen, however Jeff had volunteered for this Halloween flight every year he could. Because he knew the decades old rumors about Flight 69's Halloween excursion being... haunted... were true.

The stories that circulated through the airline were that the victims of the explosion in 1969 returned each Halloween to party, to enjoy themselves for that one night. Tonight's flight should be particularly interesting. It consisted entirely of the Wildcat's ten-year high school reunion. No children were aboard, only a few dozen friends.

As if on cue, both pilots began to detect the smell of marijuana. Gwen began to get up and investigate. Jeff placed a hand on her arm, "Relax... nobody is smoking pot... at least not anyone we can do anything about."

Jeff began to experience what to him was a familiar feeling. His manhood grew to full, almost painful tumescence and he became very relaxed. The effects of the hippie ghost's marijuana laced with aphrodisiacs. He looked forward to what came next.

Gwen grew pale. She had heard the stories but assumed that is all they were. She had gotten high before, so was familiar with that sudden change in her demeanor... but the sudden sexual need embarrassed and discombobulated her. This was hardly professional!

The same affect occurred to everyone on board the plane at roughly the same time. Passengers and crew inhaled deeply, curious about the sudden aroma... which only magnified the effects of the drugs being smoked by the ghosts surrounding them.

In the forward galley, Madge suddenly fell against the counter, placing her other hand against her abdomen. She normally had an active libido anyway but was surprised by the unprovoked wetness in her womanhood and her erect nipples. FUCK! She needed to be fucked... but she had duties to perform as a flight attendant.

On row fifteen, Beverly experienced the same dampness and had the sudden desire to suck her husband Gerald's cock. What the hell?? She loved giving head... but here? The urge was overwhelming. She could not believe she was doing it, but she unzipped his fly and fished his member out, only to find he was already rock hard. She glanced up to see his eyes were glazed over in delirium. At least it was not just her. She turned as far as she could in her seat, her ass up in the air, and bent into his lap. She took him into her mouth and began to fellate him.

Soon she was confused as she felt someone pulling her britches and panties down off of her rather broad backside. WTF? First, she had been in the window seat... there was no way anyone could be BEHIND her. Even if they could fit, who would assume they could take her? She gasped as she felt soft hands gently nudge her thighs apart... then she felt a softer tongue begin to manipulate her moist folds. WTF??

She lifted off of her husband long enough to look down at who was going down on her while she went down on him. She screamed but was afraid to move.

Between her thighs was the spectral image of a young woman with long brunette hair and a tie-dyed shirt. Her body, which appeared to be there, but at the same time didn't... it was translucent... appeared to disappear into the bulkhead of the plane... which would mean her lower body was OUTSIDE the plane!

The ghostly hippie girl continued to suck, and bathe, and lick her womanhood. Soon enough she stopped caring about whatever this was... this girl knew exactly when, where, and how to tongue her labia and clit. She had experienced cunnilingus often, and Gerald was pretty good at it. But either because she was a girl or because she had magical abilities... this was off the chart good. She was already rocketing towards orgasm.

So, she dove back onto her husband's cock and just let it happen... whatever it was.

Two aisles further back, Bernadette was also in shock. She had been dealing with the effects of the aphrodisiac, wishing she could get some relief, when she felt as if she were sitting on a man's lap. A man she could not quite see. She was wearing a short skirt, lacy panties and a tank top.

Frank, sitting next to her, was coping with his own arousal when he was taken aback by Bernadette crying out, "OH GAWWWWD!"

The ghostly figure beneath her had hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside roughly, and had driven a very thick, very hard cock into her without mercy. Already excited beyond belief, wetter than she had been in years, she had her first of several orgasms before the spectral shaft had driven fully home. The ghost had been waiting for an entire year for sexual contact he could only get on this night... he was intent not to waste the opportunity. He reached around her to latch a hand firmly onto each of her bountiful breasts, squeezed hard to help keep her in place, and pounded into her like a jack hammer.

Frank was almost frantic. Quite unintentionally, Bernadette was digging her fingernails into his arm as she cried out repeatedly and thrashed about in ecstasy. His manhood was so turgid he thought it would burst. He was trying desperately to unfasten the fly of his jeans with his one free hand so he could jerk off... he really needed to cum. He was shocked when someone seemed to beat him to the task. He could sense the ethereal image of a young woman with long blonde hair kneeling before him, the small hands freeing his shaft then plunging her mouth down onto it. Frank did not know it, but Sunflower was thrilled to fellate him. She really wanted to taste his seed.

Back in the galley, Dewayne had found Madge, clutching the countertop in extremis, shaking with a need she had never experienced so intensely. This was his favorite spot on Flight 69, because he could relive his last night alive, what he had been doing when he died. He was particularly pleased with the stewardess... flight attendant... he found there. She looked amazingly familiar. As he pulled down her pants and lined his tumescence up with her sex, he had no way of knowing WHO he was about to fuck senseless. No way of knowing Madge was the granddaughter of the woman he had been doing the same thing to when he died.

Madge could sense a presence behind her. When she felt herself being opened up by the thickest phallus she had ever experienced, she was beyond caring... rather she was thankful for having the incredible itch scratched, and oh so well. As he lodged himself fully into her satiny sheath, she lost it, "OMFG! YES! YES! FUCK... FUCK ME!"

She was crying out in orgasmic joy and release. Dewayne was driving into her mercilessly. He was ecstatic that she was cumming over and over, convulsing in pleasure. It took him a good long time, but eventually he joined her, coating her insides with his protoplasmic release. That should have been the end of it, but the flip side of only getting the sex he was addicted to once a year was that for this night, there was no sating him. So, Madge was shocked that the orgasm she felt him enjoy did not slow his sensual assault upon her in the least.

Madge had no idea she was so close to the grandmother she had never met. Her grandmother's still young spirit was straddling pilot Jeff's lap, gently riding him cowgirl style while kissing him. He thought he could feel her erect nipples pressed against his chest. This was why he asked for this flight every year. To carry on his annual affair with this woman he could never take home, but that he loved, nonetheless.

Next to them, Gwen sat astride one of the ghostly pilots in a reverse cowgirl... he was pistoning his invisible phallus into her. She had been delirious with arousal. Watching Jeff making love to the apparition had helped her accept what was happening to her, to enjoy it. Between her thighs, his body disappearing into the control panel, the spectral copilot knelt, caressing her clit with his tongue while his buddy's cock filled her. Gwen had never imagined having all of her sensory receptors stimulated at once... the pilot was reaching around her to tweak her nipples as he fucked her. She was experiencing waves of orgasm, but she did not cry out. Completely overwhelmed, she moaned in a delirious state.

Every soul on the plane was locked in passionate sexual activity, all enthusiastic and consensual... all but one. All of his ghostly compatriots held a grudge against Simon, the lunatic who had blown them up all those years ago. He was forbidden from engaging with anyone... forever chaste, forever painfully aroused. He sat in the lavatory he had died in, listening to all the lovemaking, and crying tears and chastity tears.

One of the craziest, and most erotic, scenes played out near the front of the center aisle. There Shaggy had encountered an extremely aroused Christine, who had stripped off all of her clothing. He was a nearly transluscent ghost, she a mortal. He had lifted her into his arms and mounted her upon his significant cock. Lost in her passion, she was bouncing herself vigorously upon his phallus, holding onto a seat on either side of the aisle for support as he returned the intensity of her thrusts.

The result for everyone else was a beautiful, voluptuous woman seeming suspended in mid air. She was facing the rear of the plane, so the majority of the passengers could see her plump nether lips spreading far apart and seeming to clutch at a big dick they could not see pistoning in and out of her. Her large, plush breasts seemed to be flattened against her lover but were entirely visible.

And her cries... she screamed in erotic agony as orgasms wracked her body without mercy.

Imagine the impact on people who were themselves involved in love making. It was not just a pornographic image to multiply their senses... they could see, hear, and smell her lust.

They saw her entire body lock up when the ghost who impaled her evidently did the same, his tremendous orgasm filling her with his release. As with the others, he was not done, and quickly recovered.

Shaggy backed up a step and levitated as he spun her around until Christine hung suspended in an all-fours position... doggie style. He made love to her much more slowly now, slowly and smoothly sliding in and out of her from behind. She moaned in appreciation. She never wanted it to end, but did not think she could take more pummeling.

Back in the cockpit, Jeff and Margaret were whispering sweet nothings in each other's ear as she gently gyrated on his spent manhood. She was okay whether he regained his tumescence or if he did not. She was savoring every moment with him. She knew their time together for the year was drawing to a close. She also knew she only had so many years left with him. Some day he would retire. Perhaps he would come to see her as a passenger, but eventually even that would end. So, she soaked up all of him she could.

Shaggy had cum again. Still turgid, he withdrew from Christine and knelt before her. He began tonguing her bud lovingly, lashing it back and forth, up and down. At the same time, he inserted two fingers within her and began using a come-hither motion against her G-spot repeatedly.

Soon Christine was gasping and mewling at his two-fold assault upon her genitalia. In a shocked voice she began to cry out, "Ohh... OH! OH, GAWD! OH FUCK!!"

Using his opposite hand beneath her buttocks to keep her horizontally suspended in the aisle, Shaggy was very proud of himself. Christine screamed as every muscle in her body locked up with her orgasms. For the first time in her life, she experienced female ejaculation, and an incredibly powerful and prolonged one.

Shaggy giggled to himself as her ejaculate passed through him and squirted across half the cabin, covering many of her fellow passengers in girl cum.

Gerald could not believe the intensity that must have taken. As his face was splattered with Christine's release, he shouted, "holy shit" and fired another cum down his wife's throat.

The entire plane was en coitus, with the exception of tormented Simon.

It had been over four hours of a flyover country sexfest between two planes of existence. Now an alarm went off in the cockpit, telling the pilots that they must take control... they were entering Vegas air space and would need to begin landing procedures.

Pilot Jeff and his ghostly love Margaret looked sadly into each other's eyes. Jeff's manhood had recovered and again filled her. But that was a cause of pleasure, even though he would not have time to enjoy another climax with her. Their displeasure was because they would be apart for another year. They kissed again, then Margaret detached herself from him and let her fingers trace across him as she walked from the cockpit to the cabin. Jeff tried to focus, beginning the landing process.

As Margaret passed through the galley, she encountered Madge, who was still impaled on Dewayne's significant phallus. The two women looked at each other... Madge could only see a transparent outline of the other woman. Both hesitated... damn, that girl looks familiar. It was like looking into a mirror. For Madge, it was like looking at old photos of grandma dressed in Go-Go boots and a mini skirt her mom had shown her.

Before either could come to grip with the mystery, the ghostly passengers began to fade. The cock filling Madge so completely gradually disappeared, leaving her empty. At least she was well sated. From others in the cabin cries of "nooo" were heard as tongues and cocks faded away.

The passengers, classmates, spouses, looked at each other... did that really happen? Something happened... the aroma of sex was heavy in the air, and they were covered in sweat and cum.

Jeff tapped Gwen's shoulder, "Better pull yourself together. You don't want to be nekkid when we land."

Passengers and crew all over the plane were putting themselves together. As the aircraft pulled up to the concourse, passengers were making their way towards the exits. Some walked bowlegged, some had unexplainable hickies on their shoulders and breasts.

The Wildcat class would have the hedonistic week in Vegas the hippies had been cheated out of enjoying.

Gwen and Madge would both follow Jeff's example and request the same flight the next year.

Without conferring or agreeing, everyone came to the same decision Flight 69 members had come to for the last half century and more. NOBODY would believe them. They would be labeled as crazy if they told anyone they had been fucked senseless by a ghost.

Everyone had the memory. Nobody spoke about it.