Chapter 2

She stroked his cock as she spun around and grabbed something off the small fold-down table. “Don’t worry, stud. I am not able to give you my pussy,” she dropped again and opened the small metal-colored packet. “Glad I brought the big ones,” she chuckled. “I get horny a lot, and I learned that if I can’t give my pussy I can use my mouth,” she smiled and put the condom in her mouth, then, as if in some porno, slid her mouth on his cock to work it over his shaft.

She sucked it a few times, then backed off. “But then there is another spot I can use as well,” she continued as she stroked him. She let go before spinning around on the bed. She leaned into it, lifting her pert little ass into the air to him. “If we were anywhere but here, I’d have you fuck me bare. I love the feel of cum in my ass. Come stud. Fuck me in my ass.”

That made him harder. He grabbed her ass and opened her cheeks, looking at the tight little pink ring. There was a big temptation to just shove into her, but his size with hers would be problematic. He rubbed a finger along her backdoor hole and pushed in. He went wide-eyed as he felt her hole was lubed and ready. The minx planned this all out.

She moaned. “Mmmm, yes, yes, do it. Finger my fuck hole. Open me up and spread me. I want that cock in me.” She begged. He worked three fingers into her ass, one at a time, fingering her just long enough to get her hole gaping slightly. She leaned up, humped back on his fingers, and sighed when he pulled them out. She was screaming a second later, and he buried the first four inches into her in a solid thrust. “OHHHHHH fuccck yessss. Again, again.”

He accommodated her and pulled out to ram it back and add the next two. This time he smacked her ass on both cheeks as he let her get used to his cock in her. Not much longer, he pulled back, grabbed her hips, and rammed it all the way in.

She wailed as if it was a knife in her bowels. “Oh fuck, that hurts, but it feels so good.” She pushed back on his meat stick, grinding her ass on it.

He didn’t let up, continuing with the hard fuck from the start. Holding her hips as he rammed it in with every thrust, his cock disappeared in her tiny ass, and she would bellow out, burying her face in the bedding. Every third stroke, he would slap her ass, alternating cheeks. She was tight. Her ass clamped down on his cock as she reached and fingered her clit. She reached a big orgasm in minutes. That only made her tighter as she convulsed. The cabin reeked of her sexual juices. The smell was intense by her third wave of small ones. He warned her, despite the condom, that he was going to blow. He did as she came again, a vice squeezed around his cock shaft.

She was great. As he collapsed, pulling out of her, he lay beside her. Panting, she pulled out some tissues and pulled off the condom. “I’ll take care of this.” She went to get up, but he pulled her back. And straddled her. She panicked as he glided down her body, his cock right where she didn’t want it to go. Her eyes pled, but she couldn’t speak as the fear filled her. It was always possible that someone would go there despite her story when she did this. She squealed when he laid on her and just started to kiss her behind the ear after whispering, “Your turn.” He went up and around her ear on it, done it along her neck. He moved, kissing her cheek, then her nose and chin. Finally, he got to a breast and just sucked hard on it, biting it and pulling it in his teeth. She squeaked as he arched her chest to him. He knew what to do, and the mix of pleasure and pain was running her body ragged. She screamed and moaned all at the same time. He did each breast. If he wasn’t sucking on it, he was kneading it hard with his fingers digging in just enough to leave marks or pinching the nip with a twist.

“Know what is fun about being with a virgin?” he asked as she kissed down and right to her mound. She was bare and waxed smooth. He kissed her clit and tight pussy lips repeatedly. “You can almost always lick them,” he said between kisses. As he finished, he licked from the bottom of her slit all the way up and, in just the tip, swirled it around to get the cum out, then up along the clit to suck it in. He bit it, and she grabbed his head and groaned. He then did it backward. Then he went back up, each time nibbling her clit then he tongues her hole. If he was licking her hole, he was pinching, pulling, or twisting her clit. By the fifth wave of orgasms, she was begging him to stop. She was sensitive as it was. He laughed. He didn’t stop until she had five more and was thrashing just at the touch of his tongue or fingers.

A giggle and a few clicks had them both looking up and Patrice gasping as she hit her clit. Cleo was there with her phone, smiling. “Dam, that looked hot.” She walked over and reached down on Patrice, who was still aiming her phone. Patrice screamed “Bitch” as she convulsed against her hand.

“Okay, enough for you. Better get back down before the natives get restless.” Cleo kept her phone on Patrice as she stumbled from the bed. Patrice grabbed her phone from a spot that had been looking at them, then stumbled to Cleo. Slightly shocked, Jason watched the two kiss for over a minute as Cleo again fingered Patrice’s clit.

“I think he’s going to love your surprise but save some for me,” Patrice purred and moved away, tempted to stay for more. However, the bed wasn’t big enough, and someone had to be downstairs. She grinned, thinking that she reeked of pussy. She smiled at the thought of how it was going to get all those men riled up. Maybe even a few of the women. She did a quick handi wipe cleanup. It was the best she could do.

Cleo stripped, and Jason stared. He preferred brunettes but enjoyed red heads. There was a draw to them with their pale skin often accented by freckles. He found it sexy as hell. The only issue he had, almost every one of them had a hairy pussy. He loved to taste a woman, but he didn’t like the taste of hair. Cleo was an exception and was as bald as Patrice had been. He watched her as she put her phone where Patrice had hers. She smiled as she straddled him as he stared at the phone. “Oh, don’t worry, smooth talker. She is going to be using that for masturbation material for the next thirty years or a man marries her. Maybe even then.”

“Yeah, if my father saw any of that, he would beat my ass bloody and drive me to a convent.”

Cleo laughed as Patrice walked bowlegged. “Wow, must have got it good for that. Can’t wait.” She turned back as Patrice left. “See, we have an issue. We are lovers, but her father would never approve. So we usually have fun where we can.” She moved and shifted so her pussy was over his face. Slowly she sat down, letting him kiss her pussy lips as she moved them around. “MMM, she loves it aggressive. I wish I could just fuck her pussy, but she is brainwashed to think a man should have it. So she gets a man to take care of her itch on every flight. Sometimes a passenger, sometimes a fellow attendant, and sometimes the pilot. It doesn’t matter. She is a horny slut. I and I love it.”

Jason mumbled into her pussy, and she gasped as his tongue slid in. “mmm, oh yes. Mmm, that feels so nice. I really needed this,” she moaned a bit as she worked her hips grinding into his face. “Oh, anyway,” she shuttered as she pushed down. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he lapped at her pussy lips and sucked on them. “She is a pain lover, as you found out. Me, I am more of a pleasure lover. I like it soft, romantic, and gentle. Moderate. I like lovemaking. I like to feel a man.” She rode his face for a few minutes without a word. Then, they twirled, and they were wrapped together between the other legs. She had his cock hard again in moments as she worked her mouth up and down and timed it with his tongue in her slit. She jerked as he reached up and grabbed her ass. She was not as small as Patrice was, but she had a medium size ass. Her entire body tingled. She just nursed on his cock to get it harder. Enjoying the feel of his lips on her pussy, she came into his mouth. He kept going holding her ass, keeping her pussy where it was. He groaned or moaned, and she felt that vibrate into her clit or cunt lips before it ran through her body. He rubbed her asshole, and she came again. She loved her holes played with.

They spent a while like that. Just tasting, slurping, and enjoying. Cleo broke the pace and groaned. “I’d love to keep doing that, but I need you in my pussy. Then I need something else.” She shifted back around as she reached between them and guided his cock into her well-lubed slit. It sank in easily all the way. “Ohh yeah, mmm fuck now that is a cock. Not that I’m a size queen or anything, but the last guy only had four inches. Nice guy, but they didn’t last a minute. To his credit, he had tongue skills. He needs practice with the other appendage. Cock is cock just got to use it.” Her pussy gripped and milked the shaft as she went slow, moving in and out while twisting her hips. She lifted up on her knees and then dropped back down. She pushed his hand away from her tits. “Mmm, so you are a breast guy. But not yet.” Jason laughed and enjoyed the slow ride. Then, he turned the tables and pulled her under him to a missionary. He went faster, but not all that much. He was thrusting small, deep thrusts, pressing right to her cervix. She held him tight as they made love.

“I need you to do something if you can. See, my boyfriend got me pregnant. No, I don’t need money or anything. I love doing this. He left me five days ago. The baby is over a year old. But he always sucked my tits, so I am milking constantly. It doesn’t bother me at home, but sometimes, on long flights, it can be a problem, especially if I don’t pump them before leaving. They are so full, and I can’t do anything with them.”

Jason leaned, kissing her. It was part to quiet her, but her lips were so inviting. Then he moved to her breast, pulling from her pussy, his mouth covering the nipple of her left breast. He teased it, tickling it with his tongue. His lips pressed and pulled as he suckled. The warm milk flowed as she gasped more. She moved her hips and kept him sinking in and out of her pussy. As he suckled, the pain of her full breast eased. She shifted him to the other. From the way he was going, she could have let him drain her, but they had been at it a while already. She wanted his cum.

She fed him for several minutes, having to switch from one side to the other before pushing him off. “Fuck me, please.” She pled as if she hadn’t had any in years or ever. He did what she asked. He slid back into her looking into her eyes. He went slow and increased the pace as she wrapped her legs around him, arching her back to pull him in as deep as possible. She had learned how to flex her pelvis just right to squeeze a man inside her, effectively tightening her pussy. She felt his cock thicken. “Cum in me, fill me, please.” He almost didn’t do that. However, something about her plea just made him push in and thrust several times putting it all to the hilt as she grunted. He finished off in her drain, whatever cum he had left. They kissed as she held him inside her, letting it all drain out.

“You lay here and rest. I’ll be back for more.” She rolled from under him and took her phone before getting dressed. She tossed her panties to him. “Something to think of while I’m gone, smooth talker.”

She walked to her purse pulling out another pair of panties from what he could see. She dressed and came back, kissing him softly before rushing back downstairs.

The flight had been much better than any he had before. Jason thought, “Maybe things will be different,” as he drifted into sleep. It didn’t seem long before he was being shaken.

The jostling made him groan as he tried to clear the fog from his mind. How long had he been asleep?

“Jason?” Cleo was calling him. When did she learn his name?

“Jason Myer?” she said again.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, trying to focus. His mind was clearing as he tossed his pants to him.

“Get dressed. We have an issue downstairs, and we need you. Fast.” She didn’t wait around to explain. “Hurry,” she shouted as she went back downstairs.

Jason couldn’t think of what it could be. He dressed as fast as his hazed mind would allow. He took a minute to grab water from the sink and splashed his face. By the time he hit the bottom level, he was more awake and alert. What he wasn’t ready for was to see the pilot sprawled on the floor outside the door cockpit door.

“What happened?” he dropped to check a pulse.

“We don’t know. They asked for coffee a few minutes ago. We had to go back to help in business class as people fell on something. We came back and told them what happened as we gave them the coffee. They were banging on the door a few minutes later. We opened the door, and he fell out. The copilot is in his seat.”

Jason checked the pilot’s breathing as well then checked the copilot. Heartbeat was steady for both, breathing looked okay but he wasn’t positive. “Get your AED machine,” he told them.

“But...” Cleo started but stopped as he glared up at her. She pushed Patrice to go get it.

“Does the tower know?” he asked.

She nodded. “They were calling for a missed check-in. They told us about you.”

“Okay, first things first. Help me with the copilot.”

She nodded, but he didn’t need the help. He pulled the dead-weight body down beside the pilot and contemplated the next move. “When she brings the AED, put it on the Captain and turn it on.