Princess - Ch. 06
Mile High Club, honeymoon orgy, kidnapped, super-hero
Carrie's nude body bounced up and down on my granite-hard cock, her knees tucked in tightly against my hips and the posh leather of the jet's rear most seat, which I had in a fully reclined position. Her eyes were mere slits and she had a look of utmost happiness on her face. The words that came from her mouth were full of love and passion, and certainly not what one expected to hear from a royal princess. She used the 'F' word a lot. This was my new wife of only six hours, and we'd just joined the Mile High Club - consummating our marriage at about forty thousand feet as our jet headed for the British Virgin Islands.
I thought how Carrie had been a virgin only four months earlier when fate brought us together all because I'd left my car unlocked in the parking garage of the Washingtonian Hotel and she'd hidden in it in a bold move to totally change her way of life. She wanted to leave Princess Caroline behind and replace her with the more laid back and carefree, normal, Carrie.
I'd consummated my commitment with Marjorie on the small jet only a few minutes earlier in the same seat, only in that case, she lay back and I came over her in a more or less missionary position, modified so we could fit in the seat. We were sometimes laughing so hard, it was hard to remain focused.
As Carrie bounced on me I glanced at the single posh seat on the other side of the narrow aisle in the private jet. Marjorie was now riding Jerry in much the same way that Carrie was riding me. We were a horny and sharing group.
My brother Doug glanced back at us from a wide posh sofa-like bench seat in front of Jerry's seat. The small table that sometimes was there had been stowed away by one of the two pilots. Doug lay along the bench seat, and in his arms he held a partially clad Princess Emma.
Emma was doing about all she could to get Doug to strip away her clothing and fuck her. Despite the plane's engine noise, I could hear her urging him to do 'sexual' things to her: 'Suck my breasts - they're sensitive and make me really horny,' 'Push my knickers down my legs,' 'Please put a finger inside me,' and the like. She was leading him every step of the way. He'd been raised as I had, and didn't want to do anything that would insult or unsettle a girl without her permission. In between pleading with him for more action, Em was also working on him: 'Take your shirt off,' 'Let me un-do your belt,' 'Do you like me holding your cock like this?' and 'Does that feel good?' went by.
I knew Doug. He was shocked. He'd wake up in another few minutes and get with the agenda for the coming week - SEX. We were blatantly going to spend the next seven days fucking, except when we needed some kind of recovery period. Of course, the women didn't need to recover, they could just keep going nonstop and had pledged that laudable goal to each other.
We had rented a small private island about a mile off the coast of Tortola, BVI. By the time the plane landed, we were decently dressed again, but still ready to party. We were on the daylight side of sunset, but it was darkening by the time we cleared customs and immigration, met our taxi, got to the Spanish Town boat dock, and connected with the boat and property manager who would take us to our island hideaway.
We'd only seen pictures of the house and island, and darkness was total by the time we got there. Various paths were lit with either solar power or the lights powered by a generator. Our guide escorted us from the dock up to the house, turning on other lights, and giving us a tour of our quarters for the next week. He also explained about a boat that had been left for us to use, went over a navigation map of the area pointing out interesting places to visit, and then he departed.
Emma sidled up to me as I stood pondering what to do next; "I didn't get to properly congratulate the new groom earlier today or on the airplane ride ... well, except before breakfast. Would you like to show me what it's like to fuck a man married to my horny sister?" She looked at me with a coy and highly flirtatious glance.
I looked around, and saw Carrie cozying up to my brother. He looked at me, as though her were seeking a combination of help, advice, forgiveness, and permission.
I said to Doug, "Whatever Carrie wants, Carrie gets." I laughed and turned into a long kiss with Emma.
When Emma had first come over to the U.S. to check me out and report back to her parents, Carrie had urged me to fuck Emma at every opportunity. Once the ice was broken, we spent a lot of time together. Emma had gotten a huge crush on me, and I felt quite loving towards her too. I'd told Carrie, and she'd looked so happy with that result.
As the wedding had approached and we knew that Emma would be back with her family for the rite of passage, Carrie had again urged me to keep her sister sexually satisfied in every way I could. She had also broken down a few bisexual barriers with Emma, and relished the new relationship they'd formed as sexual lovers.
To our side in the great room in the vacation home, Marjorie was already climbing on top of Jerry. Their mouths were locked together, but they parted only long enough for her to shed the top she had on, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Doug said, "My, God. These are the most hyper-sexed women I've ever met. How'd you ever find them? This is every guy's best and wettest dream." I think he would have said more, but Carrie's tongue ended up deep in his mouth.
Carrie had asked me earlier about seducing Doug. She told me she wanted to compare brothers, and that a full family integration was needed as we moved into our married life. I guessed that Emma had helped with that goal on the airplane, because Doug had finally fucked her. On the plane, the rest of us had finished our couplings, and watched the couple. He had been reticent at the start of the flight to do anything, but Emma warmed him up by coming on strong and sexually to him. Anyway, I had told Carrie that my brother was fair game, and urged her to treat him the same as she wanted me to adore and satisfy Emma. He would become the third man she'd ever made love with - well, fucked - and I thought the experience was important to broadening her horizons. I knew she'd keep wondering about such things unless she had such experiences.
I also knew that Marjorie had designs on a long and satisfying fuck with my brother. She'd been part of my urging my new partners to fuck Doug silly. She was more experienced, and if anything, she'd be broadening my brother's portfolio of women and experiences he'd had. Although I was a nerd commando, he seemed to get less pussy than I did - at least on a quantity basis. He'd have to tell me about the quality later.
I asked Emma if she wanted to go into the bedroom Carrie and I had staked out.
Emma said, "No. I like fucking in public - in front of the others. I've discovered on this trip that I'm an exhibitionist, plus I think we're inspiring each other when we can look around and see the others having sex. It was so hot on the airplane, and a few of the times when I was with you that first week I was over here."
I stripped the rest of Emma's clothes off, shed my own, and then we engaged in a long sixty-nine on one of the sofas in the dimly lit living room. In a large overstuffed chair just in my line of sight, I watched as Carrie directed Doug how she liked to be eaten. He had his face buried in her sweet pussy, and had I not been engaging in a similar taste sensation with Carrie's sister, I might have had a twinge of jealousy.
Across on another sofa, Jerry was already balls deep in Marjorie, only they were moving in slow motion, savoring every sensation as his cock went from barely touching her quim, to a long, slow slide into full penetration and then an equally slow withdrawal. They were both gasping and moaning depending on the moment.
