Flying Mile High Chapter 22
#2 of Flying Mile High
10:09pm, Singapore time: Joe tracked his eyes on an Air China 777-200 as it slammed its twelve hind wheels onto the concrete.
"Air China Six Eight Eight. Turn right taxiway Echo seven, report when you have cleared the runway."
"Uhhhhh.....Report when........ taxiway.......... Echo Seven. This is Air China 688."
Gwen was busy flipping through her new magazine while Joe impatiently tapped his fingers against the control column, waiting for the Chinese to clear the runway. Gwen's nose began sensing a by now very familiar odour as it wafting through the air conditioning vents.
"Joe, can you hit the hit the air flush? Kyle's fantasies are becoming a reality with whatever the hell they're doing in the bedroom."
Joe turned off the AC packs, and the high currents of eddies flowing out from the vents came to a standstill.
"They're off duty now; let them have a bit of fun. When we make love to each other, your scent is what turns me on the most."
Joe gave Gwen's breast a playful push, causing Gwen to yelp in surprise as it vibrated in its own momentum.
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Kyle strengthened the grip of his arms around Janice as she suckled playfully on his bare neck. He clenched his teeth and gasped in pain as a series of capillaries broke underneath his skin. He began to relax as the pain began to ease; Janice shifted his fur and marvelled at the fresh bruise she has implanted.
"Janice, are you sure about this?"
Janice responded by forcing open Kyle's zipper and pulling off his trousers. To her surprise, she found herself staring face to face with his erect, ten inch cock.
"My God! What have you been hiding all these years?" Janice threw Kyle's trousers to one side and squatted herself on top of him. She gently picked up his member and placed it between her flower lips, dripping her fluids from her earlier breeding session onto his eager tool. "We're not getting started yet, there's something I want to try which means we'll have to wait!" she teased.
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"Tower, ummm.... We ummmm...... Air China 688 on...... Seven Echo."
"Air China 688 welcome to Singapore, contact ground on 124.3 good day."
"124.3"
"To Go 7 X-Ray wind calm, cleared for take-off runway 20 centre."
"Cleared for take-off runway 20 centre To Go 7 X-Ray," Gwen answered.
Joe took his foot off the brakes and gently pushed the throttle to ease the plane onto the runway. He twisted the tiller to the right and lined the jet's nose-wheel with the runway centre-line before pressing the TO/GA switch. The computer began moving the throttles forward as Joe rested his hand onto the levers as a precautionary action. A high pitched shrill was heard from the back of the plane and the crew were pinned tightly to their seats. Gwen placed her magazine on her lap and began to monitor the airspeed as the plane went rolling down the runway.
"80 knots."
"Check, engines are stable." Joe shouted over the roar.
"V1......... Rotate 20 degrees."
Joe gently nudged the yoke back and began focussing on the artificial horizon on his primary flight display while the plane rose slowly into the night sky.
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Janice moaned loudly like a greedy hooker as the building G-Force forced Kyle's cock into her hole, and hit her cervix. Kyle screamed uncomfortably as he was pinned against the bed with Janice pushing down against him and her walls contracting tightly around his inexperienced penis. Janice forced her claws into Kyle's stomach in an attempt to balance herself from the plane's steep climb angle, drawing blood to her paw paddings and onto the tattered bed covers. Janice closed her eyes as she entered a mild orgasm which to her disappointment, didn't last for very long.
A sudden change in wind speed forced the plane to fall briefly before rising sharply again. Janice found herself jumping up before landing hard against the husky's thighs. With Kyle's tool still lodged inside of her, she arched her back in pain as she was forcefully pounded against him with great force. Mother Nature wasn't in a forgiving mood as the oscillation pattern of the aircraft continued to increase. Kyle dug his claws into the mattress in an attempt to keep himself from flying off the bed. He felt a feeling of fear and excitement as Janice rode uncontrollably on his stick.
Janice moaned loudly as she felt her canal pressure build up, gripping tightly against Kyle's member and milking every bit of his seed before passing out from an intense feeling of excitement and pleasure. She fell forwards; narrowly missing Kyle's face and went into a deep slumber. Kyle came back to his senses from his overdriven climax and found his arms still attached to the sleeping retriever.
"Sleep tight my angel, I love you." Kyle planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to whimper contently. Kyle gently rolled the two of them onto their sides as the plane gently rocked him into a deep sleep.
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Janice found herself dressed in a junior first officer's uniform and strapped into the right hand seat of a Boeing 747-400's cockpit as the jet descended into the thick cloud coverage towards its destination.
"Honolulu Approach, Qantas 147 is at FL201 descending to 11000 feet," requested a familiar voice.
'It can't be!' thought Janice as she turned to face her captain who was readjusting the autopilot to comply with the ATC's new instructions. It was a Golden Retriever, now in his mid-twenties with four golden stripes plastered on his epaulette.
"Brian?" gasped Janice as she cupped her muzzle with her paws.
"It's me Janice, it's been two years." Brian smiled. "When we first met, I treated you like a sister. You were such a sweet girl. You didn't deserve to be thrown out to fend for your own life. I'll never forget the day you flew solo, I was in tears watching you taxi the plane to the runway. I was so proud to see the difference I had made in your life. When I fell in love with you, I would always get lightheaded thinking about your presence in my life."
"So that's why your voice was hoarse when you signed my certificate and logbook," Janice cooed, as she recalled the memories that were so special to her.
The 747 broke through the clouds and began to level off at 3300 feet. A view of the Hawaiian Islands and the inviting ocean became clear through the windshield.
"That's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," she commented.
"Not as pretty as your face," Brian countered, as he reached for Janice's hand. "Janice, my time is short and I'm so glad that I can see you again. I will always be watching over you, until you grow old and die. I will always be following you and protecting you. Kyle is someone special I've sent for you, he might be relatively naïve but his love and desire for you is even greater than my own. Ruth doesn't deserve you; you are way too good for him. You have to trust in me okay?" Brian removed his hand, revealing a dark patch of fresh blood on Janice's fur. "Good-bye my love." Brian sobbed, as he prepared for the worst to come. As if the living daylight was knocked out of him, his eyes began to flutter and his pupils began to dilate and relax, as they spun uncontrollably.
"No! Brian!" Janice wailed, as she watched hopelessly as his chest thrust in a rhythmic manner from the shocks of electricity running through his wounded body. "Don't make me see this again!" She screamed, as she watched his body react to the invisible defibrillating pads.
"Qantas 147, report runway in sight."
Janice slammed her paw on the transponder and twisted the numbers to 7700.
"Honolulu Approach, Qantas 147 declaring an emergency."
"Qantas 147, go ahead."
"Honolulu Approach, the Captain is dying right in front of my eyes. Please help me!" She screamed, slamming her head against the PFD, causing the screen to crack.
"Qantas 147, Honolulu International Airport is 10 miles at your 1 o'clock. Contact tower on 118.1."
"118.1, Qantas 147," Janice snapped, as she tuned the new frequency with lightning fast reflexes.
"Honolulu Tower, Qantas 147 I have the runway in sight."
"Qantas 147 emergency services are waiting for you at runway 08 left. Winds 089 at 3, cleared to land runway 08L."
"Qantas 147," She sobbed, turning to check on Brian, who was now unconscious with his head dropping forward.
"Stay with me angel, we're almost there." Janice disengaged the autopilot and pulled the throttle back. She twisted the control column to the right as she aimed the jumbo jet towards the runway centre-line. Pulling the flap lever to 20 degrees, she pulled the gear lever down. To counteract with the sudden increase of lift, she pushed the stick forward and kept the plane on its glideslope towards the airport.
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Janice pulled the flaps lever to 30 degrees and prepared the plane for final approach.
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She tried to re-assure herself as her heart began to beat in an irregular pattern. "We're almost there... Keep going girl... You're doing fine."
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"Hang in there Brian, we're about to touch down."
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APPROACHING MINIMUMS
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Janice made a slight increase in the descent rate to prevent the plane from going above the glideslope.
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Janice gently eased back the control column to control the descent rate.
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Janice pulled the throttles back to idle and safely brought the jumbo back to earth. She pushed the stick forward, stepped on the brake pedals and pulled the 4 engines into reverse thrust. After the plane came to a halt, she found and switched off the fuel flow to the engine; relieved to hear the roar of the engine coming to a standstill.
"Brian, the paramedics should be arriving at any moment," Janice reassured, as she reached over to hold Brian's hand. She felt herself grip a plastic block, resembling the arms of an office chair. "Brian?" She slowly turned her eyes and found herself staring blankly at an empty seat.
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Kyle's ears twitched and his eyes shot wide open. Janice had her head dug deep into his chest, with the sound of her cries muffles by his rough patch of chest fur. He sighed discontentedly at her sorrows, and petted her back as an act of reassurance. "It's okay baby, I'm here for you." He murmured as he licked his neck to sooth her emotional pain. Janice tightened his grip around him and cried herself back to sleep. Kyle ran his fingers onto her drooped ears to show that he was there for her as she slept. Little did he know, her subconscious responded by holding him tighter, not wanting him to leave her side when she was at the most vulnerable point of her life.