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This story was written for a member of lush, she has encouraged me to post it more than once. I’m sure the admin will verify that prior to its approval, but rest assured the names provided are very much real though the story is no more than fantasy. Well, to make a long story short. I had been writing erotica for some time and posted a series of chapters involving a man and his niece. And then another about his relationship with three daughters. And then even another where he and his granddaughter found the joy of adventurous sexual encounters. They had taken months to write and found a fair audience on line. I was proud to have brought so many smiles and heard of so many men and women who enjoyed them enough to fantasize about them while masturbating to climaxes. Anyway, one such young lady sent me an invitation to be a friend, not the first 22 year old to do so, and hopefully not the last. I enjoy my little bit of fame and take pride in my efforts. Xelmajin is her screen name, and we found a time at last to chat.She was open and honest, though there was no photo. She described herself and sounded lovely; my first thought was to attempt to seduce her into cyber-sex. Not always the best thing to do, but if I could see her words of pleasure I could jack off and find my own satisfactions as I wrote for her and gave her the same climaxes as I had so many others. That was not meant to be, she said she didn’t write, so we just talked. Mentioning her family name at last I felt my heart beat race, I recalled a time when my life had taken me to live in her home country, The Republic of the Philippines. I casually inquired of her father and mother, then grandfather and grandmother as well, just friendly conversation mind you. Well, to my surprise, I had indeed known her grandmother, a rare beauty even in a land where the women are so attractive, she had been my lover.I knew her as Faye, though she had a name I cannot pronounce in Tagalog, the native language of the Philippines. There was no doubt in my mind as to what had happened, and I asked more questions as we chatted in the small boxes of the web site. Xel as her friends call her was istanbul travesti seemingly my granddaughter, her father being the illegitimate child of my seed. Apparently her grandmother had been shamed by the acts of a soldier and the results, she had never told me of her pregnancy and I had returned to the states even as the affair ended. She went to live with relatives to bear her shame and child, my son. We had never written and I needed now to know the family I had never known existed.I told Xel that I was going to be traveling to Luzon in a month or so, and invited her to join me for dinner. I didn’t tell her of my suspicions of being related. I would tell her that only if it proved to be true when more investigations had been done. The thoughts of bedding her since she had no qualms of reading and delighting in tales of incest, forced my erection more oft than not. Yet she didn’t need to know of our familial ties at least until we met.Xelmajin was now a young lady. Well at least I couldn’t figure her to be anything less than a lady anyway. Strange how fate takes twists in life, how could I have thought that a brief affair would result in not only a child, but grand child as well. And to think that I met her by chance on a web site that boasts stories of erotica and desire. She certainly had inherited my likings for the pleasures of the flesh.I booked a flight and updated my passport so that I could return to Luzon, the island where I had found a woman’s pleasures once and hopefully would again. Unfortunately her grandmother had passed away, her father, had died as well. I would attempt to console her in my grandfatherly way, or so I would call what could turn to sultry torrid adventures of sexual desires. She agreed to meet me at the airport in Manila. It had been far too long for me to attempt to find my way around the island, so I of course agreed.My nerves were shot by the time I got on the airplane to fly to the west coast. A brief visit in Seattle with my brother availed no relief. My silence of the reason for the trip to the Philippines should have given some hint as to what was going istanbul travestileri on, but he was oblivious. His daughter was now a college graduate and about to be married, Arisol, one of the characters of my tales, in truth a niece in reality, was not available to quench my physical needs, damn the luck.The next morning brought fair skies as I drove the rental car to Sea Tac, the international hub for so many flights around the globe. I would have one brief layover in Honolulu and then directly to Manila and my on line friend, granddaughter, and hopefully lover. Making it through security was so much different than for a simple continental flight, but I made it and was at last boarded on a vast aircraft and on my way. I drank only one cocktail as I penned words to yet another tale of dark pleasures onto my laptop. My tastes had gone from scenes of incest to those of supernatural beings fucking their way through life as death and destruction surrounded them. Vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, demons and ghosts were currently my pallet of choice. I couldn’t get service for my broadband card so the internet was simply off line until we arrived in the airport in Hawaii. I sent a brief message to Xel to let her know of the trip and probable arrival time. She sent a reply and I smiled knowing that soon I would meet my friend, or so she considered us thus far.We re-boarded the same vast 747 and taxied to await our takeoff. Twenty minutes later we were airborne and I was on my final leg of the journey to fate and destiny. This time I was in luck, a lovely lady was my seat companion. Mid thirties, and very attractive at that, I eyed her with curiosity as we began the long span over the Pacific ocean. We chatted for several minutes as the plane reached cruising altitude and before you know it cocktails were offered up. I ordered a bourbon and she asked for one as well. I paid for both and we toasted to new friendships. As she got out a book to read I couldn’t help but notice her choice of literature, Christine Feehan was the author, a familiar title printed over the drawing of a pert dark haired travesti beauty. My smile seemed to bid the question and she asked why I was smiling like a cat who was about to pounce on the mouse. “Oh, nothing really, its just that she is my favorite author. I love that part of the Carpathian Novel series,” and smiled even more broadly. She asked if I had read it and I replied I had, and most all of Christine’s works as well. I reached over and turned the page to a familiar one, saying this is one of my favorite chapters, opening it to where the heroin and her soul mate fuck for hours on end. Her smile was twisted as she said she’d read it once already, agreeing that the author does have a way with erotic scenes. I could smell the warmth of her excitement and laid my hand on her thigh as I whispered, “I just love how she builds up to the pounding of his manly member into her.”She laid her hand over mine and pulled it up beneath the book whispering, “me too,” as my hand found her pulling it to her groin beneath the loose lightweight fabric of her dress. She was already very moist and warm as my fingers caressed her panties and she whispered again, “how about we get a blanket?” I looked around and saw that with the plane only half full we had our section fairly well to ourselves and pushed the call button for an attendant. A middle aged woman came to our aid and got down two blankets for use, her smile said she knew what was about to happen as she handed one to each of us. It wasn’t long before Carrie, the female passenger, wiggled around and pulled off her panties under the blanket’s covering protection, she was eager to join the mile high club and I would happily be her mentor in the adventure. Minutes later the attendant returned as asked if everything was alright as she saw the flushed look on Carrie’s face from my finger’s invasions. She offered up a suggestion, “There’s nobody in the lower galley for an hour or so, let me show you two how to get down there.” I nodded and pulled the dress back over the hot wet pussy that was ready to gush already.We rose and followed the observant attendant to a small elevator and made the descent one at a time. She, our escort until we had all arrived. “Here’s the deal,” she said with frank curtness, “I want my share too,” and smiled as she eyed Carrie with glistening eyes of desire. Carrie was shocked but nodded politely and embraced the woman, kissing her full lips with passion.
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