Henry Hidgens and The Anthropomorphic Plane

Henry's Greatest Orgasm

Henry knew he had a problem.

"Oh, fuck," Hidgens swore as the plane carressed a line down his back and into the rear of his khakis. He moaned deeply, pressing up against the cold metal surface, practically grinding on it.

His plane lover chuckled. "You like that, babe?" they asked, a smile creeping up their anthropomorphized plane face.

Henry stifled a moan again as the plane used their wing to get a firm grip on his ass. They squeezed lightly as Hidgens thrust his hips against the metal exterior.

"Fuck, oh my god," he cried.

Henry had a problem with fucking the planes at the local airport. He knew it was, God, so wrong. But he just couldn't help it every single time he laid eyes on his plane. A Southwest 747.

His moans had to be attracting the attention of everyone on the runway by now. He wasn't exactly good at being quiet. But it was hard to subdue the overwhelming ecstasy that came with making love to a plane on the Hatchetfield International Airport tarmac.

"Baby, you're so pretty for me," the plane praised. "All whiny and horny for my plane cock."

"Oh my god, yes, please, fuck."

The plane picked Henry up with his long wing and placed him underneath the plane's cabin with ease. One wing removed Henry's pants, leaving them at his knees, and the other steadied Henry as he grinded onto the hand at his stomach.

A grinding, mechanical noise came from the plane. Henry turned to look, twisting around as the plane kept a wing at his chin, as a large robotic cock emerged from a hidden compartment in the plane. Henry was practically drooling.

The plane's wings went to Henry's hips, holding him firm. "Are you sure you're ready for this, babe?"

Henry nodded frantically. "Fuck yes, please, please please please-"

He cut off with a cry as the plane penetrated Henry with a wet squelch. Oil had already been leaking out of the plane's raw tip, so it slid into Henry with ease as he practically screamed.

"That feel good, baby?"

Henry could only moan and nod a reply. He was already too far gone.

The plane fucked his ass gently, thrusting in and out as Henry lightly pushed back onto their cock, building up a rhythm as the two bodies moved against each other. Henry was a cacophony of moans that never seemed to end, tears streaming from his eyes in his ecstasy.

Henry screamed as the plane's tip hit against his sensitive prostate, the sensation being too much for his overwhelmed mind to handle. The plane repeated the action until Henry was nothing more than a mumbling, moaning mess.

The plane's wing trailed down his ass, cupping and giving his balls a squeeze before connecting with Henry's cock. It was practically throbbing, and Henry was surprised he hadn't come off of the plane's cock alone.

He stroked him in time with his thrusts, Henry holding back the urge to come all over the tarmac, but Henry's arousal was getting the best of him.

"Shit I'm gonna..." Henry cried before moaning like a whore for the plane's cock. "I'm not gonna last much longer, love."

"Alright," The plane nodded, understanding, before fucking his ass with a renewed vigor that could only be produced from well-oiled machinery.

Henry could already feel the bruises and soreness that was developing, and he already knew he wouldn't be able to walk for a week after today. It was worth it, though, for the best sex he'd ever had in his life. Chad or Ted could never compare to this feeling.

As they could both feel their orgasm's impendent arrival, the plane thrust into henry one last time, stroking Henry to his own climax.

Henry's orgasm hit him like a truck on the freeway, coming all over the asphalt surface of the runway. Semen left long white streaks onto the black surface and Henry cried out like he had died.

The plane filled Henry with thick oil, dripping out of his ass, and filling him with hot liquid. The force of the plane's orgasm was painful, oil ripping through Henry's ass due to the increased pressure.

"Babe, I'm sorry," the plane cried, watching in horror as they filled Henry without stopping. They couldn't pull out, and they couldn't stop.

Henry was flooded with oil, crying as it seeped into his organs and into his stomach. It came out of his mouth, and flooded into his lungs as he screamed.

However, Henry was happy. He was dying at the hands of the plane he loved. Ted would be sad when he discovered what had happened, but it was completely worth it to have the best orgasm of his life.

The plane could only watch, windshield wiper fluid leaking out of their eyes, as their lover died. "I love you," they admitted.

"I love you too, Southwest 747 Jet," Henry gasped.

The plane cradled Henry as the light left his eyes, oil still streaming out of his mouth. He colapsed onto the tarmac, the robotic dick sliding out of him with ease.

Henry Hidgens has died. Rest in peace, good soldier.