Tales of Priya, Part 3 Flight of Icarus

Tales of Priya Part 3

FLIGHT OF ICARUS

Priya and Bell somewhere in the sky, on an Embracer Legacy 500 Jet, on route to Washington State

I am sitting cross-legged, naked in a black velvet plush robe, on a large velvety-like soft tan sofa. We are up something like 34 000 feet. I am waiting for Bell to return from the bathroom. My body is tingling. My skin is so alive.

We have been in the air for only forty-five minutes. Bell was so horny when we go on the private jet she demanded me to strip my clothes. I didn’t argue and started to do what she wanted, but she attacked me and tore off my clothes.

So now I am in the afterglow of my first-mile high club double orgasm via the tongue of Bell who tore off my jeans and knew I had no panties on and just licked the shit out of my pussy. I came on that magical tongue in no time at all. I thought I was going to scratch Bell’s back to death with her relentless assault on my clit and pussy. She even put a finger in my asshole, which sent me over the edge. She then produced a lovely purple 10-inch vibrator which she cranked all the way up and buzzed the living hell out of my pussy and asshole. I am sure 34 000 feet below people heard me screaming. The co-pilot did come back and check to see if a murder hadn’t taken place.

Bell comes out from the pilot’s cabin, shuts the door and pulls the screen, so we are more private. She drops her robe and sashays over to me. She pulls open my robe and straddles me.

I am confused. “I thought you were taking a shit?”

Her grin is diabolical, and it curls up on both sides like the Joker. “Well, my dear Priya I did, but then I checked out with the pilot if everything was okay, you know smooth sailing and all that. He mentioned a storm, showed it to me on the radar and told me to go and buckle up. I liked the part when he said buckle up because I thought of you being in cuffs and a gag ball in your mouth.”

“So are we entering a storm or not?”

Bell plays with her velvet robe like she is going to drop it any second.

“Perhaps. But what I am concerned with is you.”

My eyebrows, heart rate, goes up several degrees.

I am so over teasing. “I see. Maybe then you should buckle me up?”

“Temptation is the root of the human race and you dear Priya are the juiciest apple in the entire universe.”

“That means you are referring to the fact that I am human.”

“True.”

“But you told me I’m not.”

“True again.”

“I am so confused.”

“I mixed up my allusion, sorry. It’s just that I am staring at your tits hanging out of that sexy robe.”

I screw my face up and stick my tongue out. Bell smiles at me. “Oh you are so not understanding this whole witch world thing are you?”

I know she is right. I don’t get it. I know I have magic. I know my fucking creates huge energy. I get that my orgasm is so fucking intense it nearly rips my head off every single time.

“Bell I may be a little naïve with all of this, so yes you are right.”

Bell nods. She opens up her black robe and shows off her naked body.

“You dived right in with me. We fucked like rabbits. Actually, we fucked each other without boundaries. We just did it. We, well, you went insane. You embraced the fucking world of “getting your rocks off” to the limit. Your pussy is limitless. I love that. I love that your cunt is always wanting. I am only 147 years old and have been fucked, tied up, beaten, subbed, dommed with both sexes and you are at the top of the fucking pile of horny holy shit, Batman. So we found out that our pussies are so fucking hot together. We found out you have no idea what you are doing.