"Oh," we both said again.
"Right," I said, "so you must know by now that we can't let you leave. At least not until you've had a chance to orgasm. Plus, I think I'll only need a few more minutes of watching you two beauties getting it on to be ready for round two."
The flight attendant looked at us both for a moment and then, without another word, pulled Eve back into a kiss. I was contented just to watch the two of their bodies pressing into each other for a few moments. Soon Eve broke the kiss and slowly reached up to pull the bra from the flight attendant's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Again they kissed, mashing their bare breast together. I could tell both women's nipples were hard. Eve's modest breasts were being smashed into her body by the flight attendant's much larger and probably artificially firm breast.
Slowly Eve shifted her kisses away from the other woman's mouth until she was nibbling at her left earlobe. She proceeded to kiss, lick, and bite her way down the flight attendant's jaw line to her neck, and from there to her collar bone. It was only a moment more before Eve was lapping at the globe of the other woman's left breast, her tongue tracing designs into the pale flesh. She brought one hand up to support the breast's weight, though the silicone infused orb was no doubt firm enough to sit high on the flight attendant's chest regardless.
I watched as Eve licked around the flight attendant's breast until her mouth was hovering above the nipple. The flight attendant's eyes had closed, and her breathing was becoming deeper and louder. The sight of Eve as her lips locked around the woman's nipple was too much. Within a moment I'd closed the distance and was myself suckling at the woman's ample breast. I'd only felt a fake breast one other time, when a stripper who had been much more friendly than I think she was supposed to be had let me massage her breasts during a $20 lap dance.
It wasn't that fake breasts were hard, as I'd always imagined they would be, but more that they just felt unnaturally firm. Breasts are supposed to be a collection of milk producing glands, fat, and some underlying muscle tissue, making them soft and, of course, jiggly. These felt like pure muscle, nothing else. It was kind of like licking a well-toned ass. It was still sexy, but despite the size difference, I found myself preferring Eve's much smaller albeit natural breasts to the flight attendant's large fake ones.
Finally my tongue reached her nipple. I swirled it first around her rosy areola, spiraling inwards until the tip of my tongue passed over her by now very hard nipple. Looking over at Eve I could see her still sucking at the flight attendant's breast, one hand cupping it while the other played with her own breasts. The sight of my girlfriend sucking this other woman's breast turned me on much more in reality than it had in all my previous and plentiful masturbatory fantasies featuring the same theme. The flight attendant's eyes were still closed and I could hear her moaning softly.
Looking back over to Eve, we made eye contact, and I knew it was time to make our way further down. Eve began kissing down from the woman's breast and across her flat stomach, as I replaced her mouth with my hand, giving both the flight attendant's breast equal attention. Once Eve had removed the woman's pants fully, again exposing the pair of boy shorts at the top of two long and shapely legs, I kissed my way down until I was at the flight attendant's panty line. As I kissed along the edge of her panties, I wondered what her pussy would look like; was she a natural blond, with light pubic hair barely covering the slit of her cunt or was she going to have a shock of dark pubic hair. Or would she be shaved.
I placed one hand on the side of her panties as Eve gripped the other side, we pulled together, sliding them down the flight attendant's smooth legs. Looking up I saw the blond hair that I had been hoping for peaking from between her legs. I could feel Eve pause beside me at the same time that I noticed something was wrong. The light blond curls were there, neatly trimmed, but the flight attendant's delicious slit was not.
As the flight attendant stepped out of her boy shorts, I watched a pair of balls and a semi-erect penis slide from where they were tucked behind her legs. She was a transsexual!
"I told you," the flight attendant said in a soft voice, "you don't really know me."
"Yeah, I wasn't quite expecting . . . this," Eve replied, obviously unsure of what to do.
With her secret exposed, the flight attendant began to tense up once more. I looked up into her face. The fake breast; low sultry voice; the narrow hips on such a tall frame; the face that I'd previously thought was a little plane now registered as distinctly less feminine than Eve's, though still far from masculine. All these things could easily have been clues that she was a transsexual, though all could just as easily have been present on Eve or any other women. In fact, hard as I tried to see her otherwise, she still looked every bit the woman to me. Only the cock hanging between her legs truly said otherwise.
I reached up and gently took the now completely flaccid cock into my hand, surprising all three of us as I began massaging it. Though I was initially surprised by my own actions, as I thought about it more, it made sense to me. I'd never found myself attracted to men, masculine features generally turned me off. Yet, the flight attendant didn't look like a man, she looked like a woman, with all the features of a woman. It didn't matter if some were fake, the effect was still real. I still considered her a her, especially since that was how she was living her life. The fact that a penis hung between her legs didn't make me less attracted to her. Thinking about it more, I realized that while men weren't attractive to me, I didn't find the penis itself particularly displeasing. Far from displeasing actually, I found myself curious to see what another penis, someone else's penis was like.
Flaccid, her cock couldn't have been more than two inches, and I could see it being easy to tuck away. As I slowly massaged it, her cock began to grow. Like me, she was a grower, not a shower. Though starting small, her cock was quickly equaling mine in length, if not quite in girth. She was circumcised, and as she became fully erect, the head of her cock started to deepen from pink to red. Other then that her cock was pale, like the rest of her. Just underneath the skin I could see and feel the veins as they kept the cock engorged with blood.
In a final act of acceptance, Eve reached out and began fondling the flight attendant's balls, massaging them with her left hand. The flight attendant slowly started to relax, her eyes once again closing, and her breathing deepening. As I stroked her cock, I looked at it closer. I guessed that her cock was about the same size as my own 6 inches, perhaps a bit longer. The head was also as large, though the shaft looked a little thinner. Experimenting a bit I let my hand stroke higher on her cock, making sure to brush against the ridge on the top of her cockhead, and could feel her cock pulse in response. I adjusted my thumb so that it ran along the seam on the underside of her cock with every stroke. Again, I could feel her cock pulse, and this time I was rewarded with a small droplet of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of her cock.
Without really thinking about it, I leaned in and licked the droplet from the end of her cock. It tasted salty and a little thick. Very similar to the way my own cum tasted on the lips of Eve or the other women whose mouths I'd cum in. I knew the next step was to put her cock in my mouth, but I baulked. It wasn't because I didn't want to, or because I was afraid it would make me seem gay—I certainly didn't care if people thought I was gay, though I definitely loved fucking Eve too much to be anything more than bi. No, my hesitance was because I simply didn't know how. Though I'd had my dick sucked plenty of times, and even given some women pointers a few times, it was much different translating that into actual action.
Eve must have sensed why I hesitated, for she slid her hand up, replacing mine on the flight attendants cock. Leaning in, she began licking the cock, swirling her tongue around the head a few times before slowly inserting it into her mouth. I watched as she bobbed up and down, for the first time really appreciating the work she put in when she was sucking me. I could see the way she let her jaw hang loose, and repositioning her lips to cover her teeth while still allowing them to fully brush the length of the flight attendant's cock. I watched as she slid it fully in and out of her mouth a few times, occasionally pausing to lick around the head and down the shaft, all the while continuing to pump the cock with one hand and massage the balls with the other.
As she swirled her tongue around, she looked over to me. She straightened up, removing her moth from between the flight attendant's legs, and allowed me to once again replace her hand with my own as she rose up and once again began massaging and licking the flight attendant's breasts. Kneeling between the flight attendants legs, slowly pumping at her cock, I prepared myself. Leaning in I brought my tongue out and, as I'd done with her breast and nipple a short time earlier, began licking around the flight attendant's cock. I licked down to the shaft, adding my own saliva to what Eve had left. Then I licked back up and ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of her cock head, causing her to moan a little louder.
