It was that time of year. That week. That time. That place.
EAA AirVenture, the World’s largest aviation celebration.
I could barely believe it. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it then WAM. I did.
You see, Piper was launching a new aircraft, totally redesigned and such, and this year they owned Oshkosh. It was the biggest thing happening.
And while the company could have pulled their workers and rich friends in to get all the different aircraft there, they had decided on a contest. You enter your name and model of aircraft, and if you were picked, they’d redo the paint job for you, buff and polish it till it shined, and fixed the interior and did a general tune up on everything. All and all, it was costing Piper a lot of money, but with the backers they had for the new aircraft plus the rising economy, they could afford it.
And, somehow, out of ALL the Piper Archer IIIs, Alpha and me won. I had already pitched the idea to the owners and flight school and they loved it as long as the school sticker stayed on his airframe. Piper had been more than willing to accommodate it and Alpha had rolled out of the hangar looking like new.
What was also different was that this had been my second solo flight. I had Alpha to help me in any case, but I was nervous.
But I had made it in time and had pulled Alpha into the shade of their large tent along with other Pipers, both old and new, large and small.
But why would I write this story if there wasn’t something interesting about it?
Well as I would come to learn the phrase ‘while the humans are away, the planes shall play’ and that is more literal than you think. I can you ask, but wouldn’t someone notice? Well yes. But the aircraft were smarter than you think, the ones in the tent had it made in the shade, and any outside restricted their activities to when it was raining, foggy or stormy (and not dangerously stormy.)
So what’s the interesting part?
EAA AirVenture, an airshow for everyone (you can even bring the kids!) was the largest aircraft orgy this side of Timbuktu.
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“Rain again tonight?”
I look over to a Piper employee who gives a grunt of dissatisfaction as he puts his phone away and continues to secure the flaps to the tent.
“Yeah, nothing driving I heard, but I’m staying here to watch the aircraft, I slept through most of the day and you know how much I hate missing this place!” I respond and the man looks over and a small chuckle.
“yeah, but you ain’t normal kid.”
I shrug. The man was wright, even after the many years I had come, I always look forward to it. Its the same vendors, the only change is how the display the aircraft and what couple of new aircraft they got to fly around this time.
Well, some might get bored, I never did. And learning that aircraft were alive just made me shiver in delight of being here. I kneel down to secure the last flap.
“Well Thats the last of them.” I say, brushing some dirt off my pants. “I’ll be keeping an eye on the Destiny. and the rest of the aircraft, you go back to the hotel.”
The Piper employee nodded, doing on last walk around as it began to sprinkle and then headed off to drive back to the hotel the Piper Company had paid for.
I grin and slip back inside the tent. I look at my watch, Its 11, there would be no nighttime airshow, the winds were projected to be in the wrong direction and they didn’t want any fireworks landing on the crowd. I poke my head outside, seeing that the rest of the tents were all closed up as the rain started to get a little harder and there was not a person in site.
“Alright, cost is clear you guys!” I call and suddenly the aircraft in the tent spring to life. As I walk around the aircraft as they shift carefully around one another I walk up to the display stand, covered in a thick white sheet. Their newest aircraft, the Piper Destiny as I learned it was called, was not supposed to be uncovered until tomorrow, but I take the sheet off and the female aircraft smiles at me. “Hello Destiny.” I say with a smile.
“Thank you for uncovering me! I feel all the secrecy is kind of boring, I want to see the people looking at all of us!” She said, her accent sweet and soft.
I know, you are a beautiful aircraft.” I murmur as I walk up to rub her propeller. Feeling the warmth radiate from her that no one else had ever felt. Literally, for all the action that happened here, she’d stayed quietly up on the pedestal , not wanting to get any buffs of scratches. Given that she was new production, she was a virgin and I knew she had to be a bit scared, who wasn’t? I work slowly as I rub my hands across the detail stripes of sliver on her form, my hand automatically going to scratch at the wing join and I smile as I see her shutter. On the ground the other aircraft were beginning to pain or triple off, I saw Alpha already lapping at the hard penis of a Meridian. She’d been amused by Alpha, seems the aircraft were more open than humans were and she grinned as Meridian shuttered in pleasure.
I continue to caress Destiny gently and she gives a meep as I walk around the wing, gently touching it the entire time. “This feels… funny.”
“Hush Destiny, let me help you out,” I say with a smile. Kneeling beside her tail, resting a hand gently on her frame to let her know I was there, I felt one of her mechanical tentacles rest lightly on my shoulder.
“You… don’t have to.”
I lay down so I was beneath her and caress the currently almost unnoticeable slit there. “But I want to. It’s alright, I’ll be gentle.” I feel her frame shutter and I trace a finger down the slit then gently insert a finger into her, just to test how wet she was. Unsurprisingly she was actually quite wet and I inserted another finger as some of her drip down my arm and to the stand beneath us. As I had quickly learned, the aircraft’s vagina had an amazing capacity to stretch and yet feel tight, Ru, Alpha’s mate, had shown that trick quite often (usually by trapping my hand inside her while she came all over me, not that I cared.) Even so I could feel an unnatural tightness in Destiny, and that was a clear indication of her inexperience. I insert a third finger and wiggle them a little deeper and was rewarded in a small moan from the aircraft as the sounds of the other aircraft mating (Mostly huffs and soft moans themselves, just in case someone was passing by,) began to float in the air around them. I lean up and lick her slightly and I one her tentacles came back to support by body in a position which allowed me better access.
After a couple of minutes of eating Destiny out and having inserted four fingers into her, stretching her out some, I had to admit the taste was different. It had a slight metallic taste to it, it also felt warmer and a bit slimmer than my own. It was all about having fun really. Destiny wasn’t having any and anyways, what better way to celebrate being the first of her kind than losing your virginity? I felt one of her tentacles snake down and pull off my pants and underwear, she seemed to hesitate and I pause slightly, my tongue mid-lick ad she ran a tentacle across my own vagine in exploration and I give a soft moan to encourage her. Obviously feeling encouraged by her success she began to explore more. I smile and move my hand a bit, knowing each aircraft was different I had learned that most of the aircraft back at my home airport loved having their own version of a g-spot pressed I curl my fingers deep inside her and Density suddenly tensed up, crying out as she came, drenching me even more.
“Did you like that?” I asked with a smile and Destiny turned to look at me with a smile of her own.
“Of course. Now I think you should get an expert to repay the pleasure.” Destiny looked out over the crowd on aircraft. “Hey Ivan!” She called.
A piper Mirage with black and yellow detailing looked up as the Piper Arrow he’d been fucking came and slumped on the ground. He grinned.
“Yes Destiny?” He said, his accent was a thick Russian one, having lived in Russia for most of his life, his trip here was certainly a massive one, but he loved it. I felt a bit scared and turned on. I’d stuck to smaller aircraft (and one battleship) and while I was sure I could accommodate him, I’d watched him one night fuck everyone except me, and he had masturbated a couple times after that to help because he had still been hard.
“Take Caitlyn here, she’ll just love you.” Destiny said with a small laugh picking me up and tossing me over to the Mirage, who caught me with care.
“Or really?” He said with an evil grin. “Will the American be able to keep up with me?” He asked, running his tongue over her, tasting both Destiny and myself.
“Guess… we’ll find out.” I challenge and Ivan laughed. “Oh! Is that a challenge I hear? Well if you can’t walk tomorrow, that’s your problem…” He said, moving my smaller body under him and with little preamble thrusting his hard length deep inside me, setting the pace hard and fast. I moan, still feeling stretched no matter how many times I seem to be taken by these living machines and the Mirage let out a breath, moaning in a deep tone.
“Oh dear Caitlyn, for a human who,” He thrust particularly hard into me and I cry out in pleasure, “is in bed with machines more than humans, you are so tight!”
I moan, too lost in pleasure to respond. It took another minute before I came, milking his mechanical penis for all it was worth and Ivan seemed to catch his breath a bit at how tight I squeezed him and he came, flooding my womb with his warm fluid. He took a few seconds, his still hard length inside me and grinned.
“Ready for round two my dear?”
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I groan slightly as I wash the grime and fluids off my body in the shower available for the campers, glad I had remembered to bring a change of clothes. It had taken me a good 30 minutes to walk a 15 minute distance thank to going 10 rounds with Ivan before he finally let me go and returned to taking the other aircraft in the tent out for a ride. I felt sore and yet high as a kite. I fold my now wet and somewhat clean clothes up and stuff them in a bag and walk back outside, I pause as I see one of the aircraft who usually sit out front, some sort of fabric wing aircraft, moaning as a half hidden man thrust into the female aircraft. I smile and pretend to ignore them. Uncommon as they may be, I saw a different pair of them at least once a night, (Like the first night I saw a Marine who was guarding one their aircraft have a quick session with one of the Russian refurbished jets and talk a bit afterwards too, obviously having seen each other here before, or yesterday during the day I saw a lone camper woman trying to swat away a discrete mechanical tentacle from her homebuilt aircraft) as here was where all aircraft lovers, both mental and physical, came to enjoy the love of flying together.
EAA AirVenture was definitely deserving of its motto as ‘The World’s Greatest Aviation Celebration!’