Chapter 3

Connie's heart beat a little faster. He really wants to do it again! She giggled like a school girl and nodded just as he kissed her on the side of her neck. There's that feeling again, she thought as he started to nibble his way around her neck. "That's nice, McGuire," she moaned in his ear.

Her brain was starting to go into overdrive. Not with actual thoughts but with feelings and emotions. She could feel his lips suddenly all over her. Her face, her neck, and under her throat were tingling from his touch. Connie McCabe let out a soft hiss as his tongue went further down and tickled her hard nipples. She gasped as his lips attached themselves to her breasts like a little baby. She could feel him gently sucking at them, as his tongue continued coax the nonexistent milk from her breasts.

The more he kissed and licked her breasts, the more she surrendered to his touch. She could start to feel the familiar stirrings of an orgasm starting. She didn't care what was going on in his mind, all she wanted to do was experienced what her sister tried to describe to her when they talked. She could feel his hands touching her all over, and there wasn't any place that she didn't want him to touch.

She groaned in disappointment as she felt his lips leaving her breasts. She could feel a little bit of stubble on his face pushing against the softness of between her breasts. Not that, McGuire, not that! Connie quickly reached around his neck and pulled his face between her breasts, and held him tight. She knew what he was going to do, and suddenly she wasn't as confident as before. Other men had tried to do what she thought he was attempting. They tried, they tried real hard, but they really couldn't do it like she wanted. It was time to give him a little direction.

"You don't really need to do that, ya know."

The sound that came out of him made her smile, all she could think of was, Ooops, when he said,"Mumphl dajaph," or something close to that. It wouldn't do to suffocate her lover's boyfriend the first time they had sex, would it? She released the hold she had on him and lifted his head, looking at him apologetically. "Sorry, I kind of got carried away," she sheepishly apologized. "You were saying, McGuire?"

She wondered why he was smiling as a memory came flooding back. The first time she had sex with Agnes' boyfriend! Debbie had told her the same thing, and received a scolding for it. Now she was thinking the same thing and it sounded pretty good to her ... as long as Agnes agreed.

She looked at McGuire and smiled back, not knowing what this confusing man was going to say. "I was saying, what if I want to?" He told her.

The redhead really did have her doubts about this. She really didn't want to go through his fumbling around down there, like so many other guys had done. On the other hand, she didn't want to disappoint him, and he even looked eager to do it. "You really don't have to, but if you want to go down south to Dixie, go ahead."

He gave her a curious look before he asked, "Is this a don't go there thing?"

Connie looked at him and wondered where Agnes had found him. Wherever it was, she wondered if there were more like him. Her fingers gently stroked around his ears and into his hair. "I really like a little oral, and you're really sweet to offer." She took a little breath and she noticed, that he noticed. "But most guys don't know their way, um-m-mm, well, around, down there. Still if you want to try?" She left it up to him.

She watched him carefully. He seemed to actually consider what she had said, but then she saw a smile appear on his face. She didn't know why but when she felt his hands reached under her, it didn't seem to really matter anymore. After all, if it were too bad, she'd fake it like she'd done before.

Connie felt him starting to lift her off his lap, and she could only smile at his determination to do it. She helped him by firmly planted her feet on the floor and rising up. One hand went to the middle of her back and she felt herself being turned until she was lying flat on her back with her legs hanging off the side of her bed.

She propped herself up on her arms and watched him carefully as he knelt at the side of the bed. He's done this before, she silently told herself. He's too confident in what he's doing. Maybe it won't be too bad. Connie continued to stare as he leaned over her and kissed her right above her belly button. Other men had done the same thing, but his lips were different, or so she told herself. She reached down and grasped his head, her fingers intertwined in his hair. For a second she wondered if she could talk him into letting his hair grow a little longer. It was the fashion now days. She gasped as he felt his tongue lapping at her belly button like a kitten lapping up milk. What he was doing was starting to tickle a little, and she couldn't help but squirm in his embrace. She let out a small groan as he continued south and made his way lower and lower. She gently moved her hips up as she felt his nose pressed into her belly button. For an instant she thought it was his cock, but she realized how ridiculous that was, because he was still kneeling in front of her. Still, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he slowly started to drive her crazy.

The redhead could feel his hands holding tight to the cheeks of her ass. She couldn't help but smile as she realized he was being careful not to hurt Debbie, but tightening his grasp, wishing he would hold her just a little tighter. Maybe he needs some more direction, she smiled at the thought. Maybe what he really needs is a little help. She cautiously lifted her legs, and felt his arms move to the inside of her thighs. This is so fucking perfect, she realized. He knows what I'm going to do, and is even helping. Her grip on the top of his head tightened as she felt his lips against her pubic hair. She didn't want to strangle him, as her thighs clenched, but she couldn't help it and she felt his tongue pressing through the red hair between her legs.

"Nice," she whispered to no one in particular. This boy has potential. She knew he was experienced, but she wondered how good he really was. Now if he would only move a little bit to the right... She may have been wishing him silently, but it was her hips that shifted. It was the perfect move that caused her to gasp and groan as his tongue found her clitoris. Fuck, he's good, as she had her first little cum from him.

As the mini earthquake went through her she heard McGuire say, "You have no idea." She looked down, realizing that he had heard her. She wondered if his comment was about her or his abilities. She was about ready to give him a smile, but her eyes widened in surprise, as his tongue started to dig deep inside of her. Even his tongue seemed bigger than normal. She wondered what he was doing down there, but then she realized she didn't care as long as he kept it up. McGuire was driving her crazy, and she wondered how long it would be before she felt him inside of her. She started to squirm under his ministrations.

From experience, she knew she was built different from Agnes. The little blonde's vagina was so damn perfect. All you have to do was start playing with it, with your fingers or your tongue, and it would open just like a flower. And she tasted so damn sweet. Connie's lovers had to fight and coax hers to open. But once they did, it was good for everyone. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she let loose with a long groan, as she felt his tongue sliding back and forth through the outer lips and brushing against her straining clitoris. He was driving her closer and closer to another orgasm, and it wasn't going to be a little one either.

"Fuck! I'll give you a week to stop doing that," she groaned.

She shook her head violently as she tried to clear the fuzziness that was developing in her mind. Keep that up, McGuire, and I'll cum over your face. Her voice continued to encourage him even more. When she thought she couldn't take anymore, he must've read her mind because he increased the length of his strokes as she gave his tongue full access to her body. Every movement he made sent a thrill through her. Each series of licks was slightly different and it only added to her excitement.

She could feel her body tighten as he dropped his head and she felt his tongue moving toward her rectum. Her legs tightened around his neck, and she wondered if he would get the message. If he didn't it would spoil everything. "Please, McGuire, not there," she gently warned him.

Instead of stopping what he was doing, or questioning why, McGuire drove his tongue between Connie's still partially closed outer lips. She knew she was wet and wondered what he thought about her taste. Obviously, it wasn't bad enough that he didn't continue to try to lick and suck her dry. In the back of her mind, she had hoped that her warning him wouldn't dampen his enthusiasm, but would give her a chance for a real breath. Her own gasp as she felt him taking her clitoris between his lips suddenly made it impossible.

Connie was disappointed when she felt his lips slide off that small nub. She knew her clitoris was very small, just like her sister's, but every nerve in her body seemed to be tied to that one little lump of flesh. She felt a sudden urgency rush through her body as she hooked her legs even more tightly around his neck and shoulders. She tried to lift herself up to work his face deeper inside of her, but to no avail.

She felt him pull his face away from her, and she automatically took a deep breath. The redhead was both thankful and disappointed in his actions. She was glad to finally be able to start breathing even slightly normally. She was also disappointed that he had stopped, what he was doing so well. She was close to another massive orgasm, but it was fading with every breath she took.

She felt his tongue on her once again, and smiled as she wondered if saying thank you to Jesus was appropriate. She felt that marvelous tongue drive itself deeply inside her, like a stake, causing her to feel herself started to quiver once more. His tongue was deep inside her now. She could feel it resting against the left side of her opening, but then she felt it moving slowly up toward the top – toward her clit. She felt his lips and tongue on that sensitive bundle of nerves once more. It felt wonderful, but what was he doing? All too soon his tongue went back down again, but this time it was a little different. About halfway down, she could feel his tongue moving side to side, as if he were trying to open her wider.

You're spoiling it, girl. She warned herself. You're overthinking this. Just concentrate on the pleasure that he's giving you – that's all.

He seemed to slow down for a moment, and she wondered why. She pushed her hips up into his face, growling in disappointment at the change. She suddenly felt his tongue stiffened and dive into the bottom of her opening. She could feel it pressing against one side, as if he were trying to force her wider. Connie McCabe wasn't sure what he was doing, but he had already done more than most of the guys she had been with. She tried to pull hard on his head as his tongue brushed and seemed to linger against her clitoris. All too soon, she felt his talented tongue sliding down the other side of her opening. She thought for a moment that he was going to go on the downward path like he had done to the other side, but he didn't. About halfway, he seemed to flatten his tongue and wiggle it for a moment from side to side. She was trying to get used to the feeling when he resumed tonguing his way down her vagina.

Connie just lay there, gently holding on to him by his hair. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but it felt nice. The initial surge of pleasure that she had felt disappeared as she tried to figure out what he was doing. He rested his tongue, but that gave her the opportunity to wonder what he was doing. What's next, McGuire? You had so much potential as a carpet muncher. In the back of her mind she could feel the light touch of his tongue once more, moving back up inside of her. When he reached the top of her opening and she felt his tongue brushing against her clitoris once more, it was nice, but it wasn't enough to make her cum. She expected him to run his tongue down the inside of her widening hole, so she was pleasantly surprised when he pushed hard against the side opening her even more. But just like the last time, when he was halfway down, he widened his tongue and slid across to the other side. It just started feeling good, when the redhead felt him trying to push the side of her hole wider.

When he reached the bottom, once again, she was starting to get a little disappointed, even though he was making her feel good. It's good, she told herself when she felt him starting to lick again, but not enough to really make me cum like Agnes can. Did he do this for his girlfriend, she wondered. I wonder if Agnes... That thought slowly disappeared as something tickled the back of her mind, distracting her. She started concentrating a little more on what Sunny's, now Agnes' boyfriend was doing. There has to be a reason he's doing this. He has to have some kind of plan, or she would have dropped him in a heartbeat.

She held on gently to the top of his head as he continued to lick and suck down there, but she was getting more and more distracted by a thought that wouldn't go away. She realized it wasn't a thought, but something that she had learned from her mother as she grew up. The confusion that she was starting to feel was the opposite of what he was doing to her. She felt his tongue spreading her wide on one side as it slid down and partially back up the other.

She found herself suddenly gasping as his tongue rested inside of her. Oh my God's it's a song! The same song we learned before we even went to kindergarten. She didn't feel her hands grasping the top of his head tighter. Her focus was suddenly on the sick perverse pleasure that he was giving her. He's eating my cunt to a nursery rhyme!

She suddenly let out with a groan as she knew what he was doing to her. That's a D! She held onto him tighter not caring about him, but only what he was doing to her. She pushed her hips hard against his face to get more of his mouth against her. The alphabet. That's what he's doing to me; he's tonguing the alphabet in between my legs! Just the thought sent the redhead into a crushing orgasm. Connie thrust her hips against his mouth as she felt herself losing control. The tiredness she had been feeling before only made what this wonderful man was doing even more wonderful. She couldn't resist, she didn't want to resist what he was doing to her. She felt even more wetness between her thighs and stomach, and it wasn't all from Agnes' boyfriend's mouth. Her fingers were going numb as she desperately tried to hold onto his hair. She felt him flinch as her fingernails accidentally dug into his scalp, but still she held on.

Connie McCabe held on as she felt another orgasm quickly approaching. He's evil, Connie told herself. She wanted to tell him just that, but she couldn't form the words. Every time she tried, all that came out was encouragement and a prayer to the gods, great and small, that it wouldn't ever end.

The redhead wanted to stave off the next orgasm from his tongue, but her resolve was totally gone. As she felt his warm moist tongue diving deep inside of her, she shuddered. And she gave out with a low wail that sounded inhuman. The second ... or was it her third orgasm ... she wasn't sure, washed over her. She could feel him sliding that wonderful appendage up to complete his obscene alphabet. She could feel the twist in her lower stomach as she wet his mouth and face with her release.

Connie was panting like one of the horses on the farm she rode. She was in full orgasmic lockdown. Every thought, every emotion was connected to what she was feeling at the moment. It didn't matter that he was her best friend's lover, she wanted him in the worst way, the future be damned.

"Oh, Gods, McGuire, I get it. Fuck, you're so bad," she panted through her clenched teeth. She thought it was lessening and then his lips found her clitoris. He pulled it into his mouth and began to suck it hard, and Connie McCabe was lost again.

The redhead started to whine as she felt another sweeping arch of his tongue. "E" came after the letter "D" what was he doing? She thought she could feel the wetness splashing inside of her as he tried to make the sweeping arc of the capital D again. As he did, she drove her stomach against his face.

"D," Debbie hissed as she convulsed yet again. She wanted to please him. She tried to touch him anywhere but his head and shoulders, but she was a prisoner. Trapped by the pleasure he was giving her. "You're so kinky, baby," she tried to whisper as she convulsed again.

One of her friends from High School who was a fellow Flight Attendant once told her about being cum drunk. She explained that was when you have so much great sex that all you can think about is finding more partners and doing it more and more and keeping the feeling going until you passed out.

She couldn't imagine what she had been talking about back then, but she did now. If Gene McGuire was this good with his mouth, she couldn't wait for the main event. She giggled as she tried to remember how many letters were in the alphabet. Twenty-six? Twenty-eight? Her mom was an elementary school teacher, and would have probably send her to her room if she forgot her ... Connie suddenly started to giggle at the thought of her mother and the nasty alphabet that was sending her into near constant orgasms.

She opened her eyes and saw him peeking at her over her matted red bush of pubic hair. What a wonderful boy he is, she thought to herself. Connie rocked her hips, mashing his face against her. Getting lost into those blue eyes, she thought about her cheerleading days, and it came out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Gimmie an E!" she giggled again, and then hummed her satisfaction as she gently dragged his face down her opening – starting the fifth letter. She could feel her stomach muscles spasming as yet another orgasm approached. "Gimmie an E," Debbie was laughing like a teenager. "Eat me ... eat me ... that's my boy. You can do what no one... !" Whatever she was going to say vanished as he slid a finger inside her. Her mind knew it was just one digit, but her body said it was a cock, his cock. Her body won as she suddenly gave out with a wail as she pulled herself upright, using Gene's head for leverage. She could feel her thighs clamp tightly against his head and her heels beating on his back.

She knew it was the big one, the one big orgasm that all of those romance novels write about, but that was fiction. This was real. Her body was convulsing, as if she were having a seizure. She was curled over his head, smothering him with her sweating body, trying to do something ... but she wasn't sure what. Every muscle in her body was stretched tight as a drum. Her legs and arms were cramping. Her stomach was twisted so tight, hunching over him that she thought she was going to throw up on this marvelous man.

Connie hung on. That small part of her brain that was still working knew that she was close to passing out. The thought made her smile, even though it wasn't funny. Her older brother got drunk and crashed into a power pole when he was in High School. He told her that, just before he crashed, he wondered what it would be like to pass out – and then he did. Connie was close to having that same experience, but due to the tongue of someone at least fifteen years older that she was. It was glorious!

The twenty-six year-old woman started to suddenly panic. I gotta feel it! Gotta feel it in me! I gotta get him inside of me before I pass out! Her whole body was focused on what he was doing to her down there. Her mind couldn't understand the strange little animal sounds that were seemingly coming from everywhere until she realized that she was the one making them.

The redhead's body tensed even more tightly as she as she lost her hold on McGuire's head. What's he doing now? She wondered. It didn't take long to figure out as his tongue torturously licked slowly up toward her super sensitive clit. Her mind was screaming at her, He's going to fucking kill you! You've gotta stop him before you pass out and he does who knows what to you. She was really starting to get annoyed at the voice inside of her. Even though her body was in terrible pain and she couldn't feel her legs, she wanted more. He could have her, awake or passed out, she didn't care anymore.

When you pass out he's probably going to be so pissed off that he's going to stick that horse cock of his up your ass. Just like that guy in Boston did, remember?

Connie McCabe felt a wave of fear surge through her, damping the lust she felt. She tried to tell him to stop but the words weren't coming out. She licked her lips and found them dry as a desert. She tried to swallow, but even her throat was parched. The redhead tried again and all that came out was a croaking sound, "Gimm ... Gimmie a ... a 'F' ... fuck..." Her words turned into a groan as his tireless tongue found her swollen and super-sensitive clitoris. "FFF ... UUUCK!" She screamed from above me. "G ... g-g-gimmie me ... a ... a ... fuck, McGuire!!" She stuttered as she started to crest to another orgasm.

He was driving her insane. Why didn't he stop? She told him she wanted him to fuck her so why didn't he? She'd never had anyone do to her what he was doing. How could Agnes stand it? She was probably working, flying somewhere. She's probably still a fucking mess, days later! I've got days to recover before I've got to go down to...

She didn't finish the thought as another almost painful spasm hit her. She suddenly whipped back onto the mattress, soaked with her sweat and the multiple orgasms she was having. Her legs uncurled from around McGuire's waist, even her toes were pointing straight out from her body, causing them, and everything else to cramp. I've got to stop this. I've got to have a break! Let'em just hump me like some dog, I don't care. Please stop, McGuire ... your mouth ... no more plee – ease?

The heaving of her chest and her stomach contracting tightly as the pain of her repeated, and now constant, orgasms were unbearable, but in a way that she didn't want to end. Nothing worked as she lay there, unmoving except for the orgasms still wracking her body. Still shaking from the most recent orgasm, she tried to lift her head, but even her neck didn't seem to work. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, and her breasts, capped by those red nipples, were painfully tight.

Her mind was reeling. I've got to stop him before he kills me! The other half of her brain was telling her, Just a little more! In desperation she reached down and her fingers touched his shoulders, trying to pull him back up. She sighed in relief that he took the hint and groaned at her loss. Never in the ten years since she'd lost her virginity to the boy next door had she felt so overwhelmed. I have no idea how Agnes can handle him. They were together for four days? I'd be a babbling idiot in traction if he did that for four hours.

She couldn't understand how her arms and legs could be so numb, while her chest and stomach were still twisted in heaving knots. What she did understand was when her sister said that she wouldn't mind borrowing this man for a while; with Agnes' permission, of course. Her conscience didn't even flinch when she thought about an alternative that included Agnes in the mix.

She grimaced, but not in pain, as she felt his lips retracing their journey back up her body. She caressed his head as his tongue found her belly button. It tickled but it also seemed to ease the now unwanted pain in her stomach. She gently tugged on the side of his head and his lips continued to upwards across her breastbone.

He kissed around her breasts and she found it more delightful than erotic. He seemed to be kissing one, than the other, in smaller and smaller circles. Under normal circumstances, it would have driven her crazy. She love to have her breasts teased and licked. The heavy-handedness of some men was a turn off to her, but not Gene McGuire. She liked the way he teased her girls, but she was after something different.

She hooked her arms underneath his and tried to pull him up even higher. She was feeling more and more together now. She thought that was a good thing until she thought about what she was doing and who was doing it to her. She suddenly felt a chill course through her. Connie McCabe felt a twinge of unwanted guilt that she wanted her girlfriend's boyfriend so badly. There was always competition between the two airlines. Both National and Eastern were headquartered in Miami and vied for the same customers, and sometimes the same potential employees. There had been several cases of employees even switching companies for one reason or another, and there had been more than a couple of rumors of boyfriend stealing between Flight Attendants. She'd never done it, until now of course. In Connie's mind it didn't make any difference if Agnes said it was alright. She just didn't do that sort of thing – period.

In the back of the redhead's mind she knew she wouldn't be actually stealing Gene McGuire. Connie doubted anyone could compete with Agnes Davenport. Her sister was right about that. The little blond was the ultimate wet dream for any male aged fifteen to a hundred, and if she was honest with herself, some women as well. One time, she asked Agnes why, with her natural beauty, didn't she do some kind of photo shoot with some men's magazine or something. The redhead knew that Agnes would laugh off the suggestion, saying that she wasn't one of those women, she couldn't do that. Still, Connie had to admit that her friend and lover was the complete package. At five foot four, Agnes' C-cup breasts looked like D's, maybe double D's – depending on the clothes and undergarments. And from Connie's exploration of them with her mouth and hands, they were very firm. Even firmer than hers.

She could feel yet another orgasm stating to heat up between her legs. It's like he's gone deaf or something. He's gotta stop. Suddenly, her hands were urgent as she pulled him up to her. Even before their lips could meet, she whispered, "Gimme an F, McGuire." She shuddered as the good girl, the one who didn't fuck friends' boyfriends, disappeared. She held him close, wondering if he could feel her heart beating like a drum. "Sweet Jesus, you've got talent, baby," she giggled. "Now let me have some of that loving that Agnes keeps talking about."

Connie was expecting, hoping, for some reluctance, but Gene McGuire pulled her into a soft kiss. After what he had done Down South, and the open mouth kiss, she was ready. Her tongue slid into his mouth easily. She had tasted herself many times before, and his surprising acceptance made her more aggressive. While her tongue was searching for his tonsils, the redhead felt him squirming above her. She wasn't sure what he was doing, and for a moment she felt empty as he knelt between her thighs.

She watched him carefully as her fingers strayed between her legs. The look of lazy satisfaction on her face turned into a knowing grin as he slid the boxers down his legs. Soon they were lying on the floor with the rest of his clothes. She watched carefully as he knelt there, licking her dry lips. Debbie wasn't kidding, she told herself. He is hung like a frigging horse! She knew it might be uncomfortable when he put it in, and suddenly she doubted she'd ever had someone so large. Connie McCabe wondered what he was thinking as she stared at him, and shook her head. If he only knew. She imagined what it would feel like. Don't wimp out, girl. Sure, it's been awhile since you've had a really big on, e but you both deserve this. Let him take what he wants, and enjoy it.

She watched him looking at her. It was almost as if he were reading her mind again. He spread his knees between hers, spreading her even wider, his hand hefting that stiff ruddy cock of his. To the redhead, it was almost as if he were saying it was his turn now. He lowered himself against her, and she could feel it lying against her stomach. The huge head was rubbing her belly button and she wondered if it had just grown another couple of inches. She might be able to handle what looked like a seven or eight incher, but not like the ten it seemed to be! That would rip her apart. She felt him gently rubbing back and forth through her parted outer lips. As sensitive as she was down there, she squirmed under his ministrations. She wanted him inside her. She looked up into the eyes of this ordinary appearing man, who had done extraordinary things to her already.

She watched his eyes and his face as he seemed to be concentrating on what he was doing to prepare her for the ultimate act. Connie McCabe knew it was wrong, but she could easily fall in love with this man, and that was something she told herself she would never do. She knew what he was doing. Her sister had warned her, and now she was experiencing it. He was putting her first, and that was so very rare for a man to do that. What he didn't know was that he was making love to her like she hadn't been loved in a long time, if ever.