Fifty years old... Shame that I only got to actively serve for a while before being retired for newer generation jets. But I enjoy the life of a fly-girl for the airshows, I realized then that I much prefer to show off and put on a display rather than engage in combat... Over the years I have met some sweet, lovely new faces, girls older or younger than I was... Though, yesterday, during an airshow in France, I met this rather unique, but simply adorable Yer-2 Bomber from World War II... She is such a gem with a sense of humor to match... Even if we were enemies in the last 50 some years and both come from very different ideologies, we really seemed to connect. It just made me sad to know the poor girl was one of less than a few hundred remaining of her kind.
After astonishing the crowd the next morning with our flights, we both snuck off into one of the hangars, we knew it would be vacant for the next several hours, so we decided to have a little fun of course.
It started with us pressing our curvy, buxom frames into one another, enough to smoosh those heavy, rounded fuel tanks of ours into each other's before finally topping it off by locking my lips with her own succulent, plump ones. Her skin was steel like my own, soft and smooth beneath my fingers as they traced up and down that beautiful fuselage of hers as hers explored my own.
Because it was one of those times for me, every slightest touch to my body sent shivers up my spine, and made my whole chassis rattle softly against her own. My cunt was freely dribbling with it's lubricants, a clear sign we had to play it safe, especially with that active and enormous dongle brushing against my own... Unlike fleshies, our ability to reproduce does not wither with age in the least bit... Or as far as I know... Plus, we're both planes a generation apart, so I don't know what would happen if this bomber dropped one right where it counts...
But the maker damn it all! I simply did not care right now... It has been a long time since I've last taken another girl this well equipped... I had to have her, and we had five, long hours to ourselves...
At first, I crawled forward on my hands and knees, with the head of my own cock hovering just inches off the ground, dripping with an excess of pre-lubricant. She then slipped up behind me, gripped at my wide hips and pulled me back as she drove her own hips forward, forcing that unique dick of hers up into me.
Then, as time went by, she had me leaning forward on my folded arms, I simply could not sustain the weight of my upper body anymore... That is when she used that extra strength of hers as a bomber to hoist me up, and bounce me up and down on her cock... The depth she was penetrating at was driving me crazy... I knew, at this rate, I wasn't gonna last much longer... Then finally I hit my release - potent, data-rich paste violently shot from my cock, plastering the roof and floor behind us, of course not without splashing a bit on my cheek before the rest went rocketing over my shoulder!
"Whew... Thanks... *pant* I REALLY needed that..." *pant*
I had such a great weight lifted off my shoulders... So much pent up stress and frustration, all released in one powerful stream... Sure, my operation manual advised against wasting such precious fluids, but I didn't care, I could generate more, I was prepared for that...
But what came next, just seconds after, I was NOT prepared for... In the wake of my own climax, my judgement wasn't as foggy anymore, so I knew the inherent risk of what happened next...
"Now... Quickly, pull out befor--" *Sharp gasp* "W-wait!!! What the hell are you doing!?!? S-Stop!!! You said you'd pull out!!! Sto--" *Gasp* "Ah... Ahhhhh...!!! Ohhhhh... OOOH!!! B-By the Maker...!!!" I could feel her... Flooding my womb with torrent after torrent of that gooey love slime, with the force of a damn fire hydrant... Painting every square inch of it in her own data paste... No, completely flushing it out with her essence... It became so full so quickly, what couldn't be fit in there violently gushed out around her cock... *Gulp* We don't know if we are actually compatible or not, but our codes and architectures are older and considerably different... I mean... I'm... Sure nothing will happen, right? *Nervous chuckle*
Even then... I'm no stranger to being a mommy... <333
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Fifty years old... Shame that I only got to actively serve for a while before being retired for newer generation jets. But I enjoy the life of a fly-girl for the airshows, I realized then that I much prefer to show off and put on a display rather than engage in combat... Over the years I have met some sweet, lovely new faces, girls older or younger than I was... Though, yesterday, during an airshow in France, I met this rather unique, but simply adorable Yer-2 Bomber from World War II... She is such a gem with a sense of humor to match... Even if we were enemies in the last 50 some years and both come from very different ideologies, we really seemed to connect. It just made me sad to know the poor girl was one of less than a few hundred remaining of her kind.
After astonishing the crowd the next morning with our flights, we both snuck off into one of the hangars, we knew it would be vacant for the next several hours, so we decided to have a little fun of course.
It started with us pressing our curvy, buxom frames into one another, enough to smoosh those heavy, rounded fuel tanks of ours into each other's before finally topping it off by locking my lips with her own succulent, plump ones. Her skin was steel like my own, soft and smooth beneath my fingers as they traced up and down that beautiful fuselage of hers as hers explored my own.
Because it was one of those times for me, every slightest touch to my body sent shivers up my spine, and made my whole chassis rattle softly against her own. My cunt was freely dribbling with it's lubricants, a clear sign we had to play it safe, especially with that active and enormous dongle brushing against my own... Unlike fleshies, our ability to reproduce does not wither with age in the least bit... Or as far as I know... Plus, we're both planes a generation apart, so I don't know what would happen if this bomber dropped one right where it counts...
But the maker damn it all! I simply did not care right now... It has been a long time since I've last taken another girl this well equipped... I had to have her, and we had five, long hours to ourselves...
At first, I crawled forward on my hands and knees, with the head of my own cock hovering just inches off the ground, dripping with an excess of pre-lubricant. She then slipped up behind me, gripped at my wide hips and pulled me back as she drove her own hips forward, forcing that unique dick of hers up into me.
Then, as time went by, she had me leaning forward on my folded arms, I simply could not sustain the weight of my upper body anymore... That is when she used that extra strength of hers as a bomber to hoist me up, and bounce me up and down on her cock... The depth she was penetrating at was driving me crazy... I knew, at this rate, I wasn't gonna last much longer...
Then finally I hit my release - potent, data-rich paste violently shot from my cock, plastering the roof and floor behind us, of course not without splashing a bit on my cheek before the rest went rocketing over my shoulder!
"Whew... Thanks... *pant* I REALLY needed that..." *pant*
I had such a great weight lifted off my shoulders... So much pent up stress and frustration, all released in one powerful stream... Sure, my operation manual advised against wasting such precious fluids, but I didn't care, I could generate more, I was prepared for that...
But what came next, just seconds after, I was NOT prepared for... In the wake of my own climax, my judgement wasn't as foggy anymore, so I knew the inherent risk of what happened next...
"Now... Quickly, pull out befor--" *Sharp gasp* "W-wait!!! What the hell are you doing!?!? S-Stop!!! You said you'd pull out!!! Sto--" *Gasp* "Ah... Ahhhhh...!!! Ohhhhh... OOOH!!! B-By the Maker...!!!"
I could feel her... Flooding my womb with torrent after torrent of that gooey love slime, with the force of a damn fire hydrant... Painting every square inch of it in her own data paste... No, completely flushing it out with her essence... It became so full so quickly, what couldn't be fit in there violently gushed out around her cock...
*Gulp* We don't know if we are actually compatible or not, but our codes and architectures are older and considerably different... I mean... I'm... Sure nothing will happen, right?
*Nervous chuckle*
Even then... I'm no stranger to being a mommy... <333
The first of a 5 pic series:
http://aeromorph.booru.org/index...st&s=view&id=2634
http://aeromorph.booru.org/index...st&s=view&id=2635
http://aeromorph.booru.org/index...st&s=view&id=2636
http://aeromorph.booru.org/index...ost&s=view&id=672