Chapter 2

Beth read the instructions and put a rubber on my steel hard dick. I knelt between her legs. She spread her slender thighs as wide as they would go. She guided the head of my cock between her pussy lips and into her dripping wet hole. I pushed gently against her opening, and before I knew it, my cock head was stretching the muscles and her hymen.

“Shove your dick in me. Don’t drag it out. Just push your cock in me and pop my cherry,” Beth said.

I did what Beth told me. It wasn’t a struggle because all my instincts were telling me to burry my prick in her tight little pussy. I felt the membrane stretch, and we kept working together until I was full depth inside her.

“Oh baby, you are so tight, it feels so good to be inside you,” I said.

It was cool because we seemed to be in tune, and we started fucking right away. We weren’t a bit awkward either. I asked, “Did it hurt baby?”

“Not enough to matter Mike. Now that you are all the way inside me, I like this. The longer we do it, the more I like it. I love the way your cock makes me feel all full,” Beth said.

“I’ve only had sex once honey. I’m guessing I won’t last very long. I hope the two orgasms from when I ate you will be enough for you for a little while. I hope you’ll like it enough to want to do it with me and practice until we get really good at doing it together,” I said.

“Oh baby, I already want us to practice every chance we get!” Beth said.

It was kind of like a miracle because Beth was able to cum from my frantic thrusting. As soon as she whimpered, “Oh Mike, I’m cumming!” I exploded and filled the condom with what seemed like a cup full of cream.

We cuddled after, and I thought the kissing and petting was just as exciting and a lot sweeter than the sex. We practiced a lot that night, and I was able to last longer and longer so Beth was able to cum three or four or five times before I filled up other condoms.

Beth got on the pill right away. After a month of using condoms, we were able to do without rubbers. I was always glad that Beth liked the feel of me squirting inside her. She was never prissy and never complained about the wet spot. Of course, I was kind of proud of getting to make a wet spot with a beautiful woman, so I slept in the wet spot as often as Beth let me.

Beth was serious about doing everything I liked as often as I wanted. It was excellent that we both enjoyed the same things. We never disagreed about what to do or how many times to do it. Sometimes I think Beth would have liked it if I’d been able to go again a time or two on some nights when she was wound up extra tight, but she never complained.

It was like heaven on earth to have as much sex as I wanted and for my wife to be willing and eager any time I wanted her. Even better, because I’d gone down on her from the start, Beth didn’t mind sucking on me to get me hard. Every now and then, she caught me when I was more worked up than I realized and she made me pop in her mouth.

Beth got a degree in Accounting and Small Business management. We bought up failing bush plane operations and hired the pilots who weren’t drunks or druggies to work for us. I found a couple of outstanding mechanics with A&P (Airframe and Powerplant) licenses who could do all the work and inspections required by the FAA, in house. We set them up in half our Fairbanks hanger. We built a maintenance facility next door to the hanger so there was room for maintenance and inspections that didn’t interfere with flight operations as soon as the shop was finished.

When we had scheduled routes to ten cities, Beth decided we were big enough.

I did make a couple of deals on my own that made us the dominate air service in Alaska.

There was a particularly slippery KGB agent who kept getting in and out of the US at will. I put him under several million tons of snow when I triggered an avalanche. Sometimes a bullet isn’t required to do a job, and the absence of physical evidence in or on a body makes the opponent wonder enough to get jumpy, perhaps imagine a mole, and hopefully make a mistake.

That job got us enough money to convert to all turbine engine planes, so we only needed to keep jet fuel at our bases. That eliminated the chance of a mistake that could kill people.

The Director wanted to get some special cargo delivered to some classified locations. The gear was too big for our planes, so a brand-new C-130 landed in Nome one day. It taxied up to our hanger and the crew made sure I hadn’t forgotten how to fly a Herkey Bird. Lockheed’s nickname for the C-130 was Hercules. Air Force guys shortened that to Herkey long ago.

The instructors taught me how to land on skis. I delivered the gear, and I got to keep the C-130. That meant anyone with a bulky or heavy load they needed flown somewhere in Alaska came to us.

When they started building the Alaska pipeline, no one else could compete. We got rich hauling oil, drilling, and pipeline company people and gear to remote places.

All our pilots wore black Nomex flight suits, but Beth had ours made to measure by a tailor, so we all looked sharp. No baggy flight suits for us.

Beth got bored keeping the books, so she got her pilot’s license. She always flew with me on any bird that required a copilot. It was hilarious watching Beth fight that big mother C-130, but Beth never quit and always got the job done.

My wife matured into an elegant and beautiful woman. She stayed skinny as a young girl, but she grew to six feet, two inches tall. Kissing her never put a crick in my neck, because I was six feet, three inches, so we were on the same level.

Beth had the tailor make her flight suit just a little tight across her chest, so her A+ Cup breasts thrust out impressively, when it was warm enough not to be swathed in a parka. Beth’s breasts were perfect as far as I’m concerned. They were cones, high on her chest. They didn’t sag a bit. Her nipples were sharp points, and if I suck them, my wife is going to fuck my brains out within a few minutes.

Seeing Beth stride across the flight line and climb into one of our birds was an inspiring sight.

I guess over the years of being married to Beth I got cured of my attraction to little girls. Then again, the only young girl I’ve ever desired was Beth. Maybe it was just nature trying to tell me I’d finally met the perfect woman.

Beth was serious as a heart attack about doing everything it is possible for a man and woman to do together. She was also serious about doing everything I liked as often as I wanted. I think she liked sucking my cock almost from the first time. It gave her visible evidence I thought she was sexy and wanted her. Sucking me made sure I was hard enough to penetrate her tight little pussy. Beth never seemed to get loose. Even after years of having sex every time we got a chance, she was still virgin tight.

The only time we ever fought about sex was over anal sex. You see I couldn’t stand it, and Beth thought I was faking not liking it to spare her from doing something a lot of women don’t like. In her mind doing something for me that she hated and I loved was a double payment on her imagined debt to me. She was upset with herself because she loved fucking, so that didn’t count toward her debt. Even sucking my cock was more pleasure than pain for her, so it didn’t count either. I couldn’t tell if Beth was acting when she told me she loved having my dick up her ass and wanted me to do it more often.

Why didn’t I like butt fucking? Her ass wasn’t any tighter than her little pussy, and it didn’t have that silky, wet, slippery feel only a pussy has. Beth’s pelvic muscles make her vagina grip my cock tightly and the muscles kind of make her pussy ripple all around my dick when she cums. It’s almost like her cunt is trying to suck me off. It’s highly effective at making me squirt, by the way. Taking my dick up her butt seemed to me like it was painful for her, so she said that made it a triple payment. Finally, I convinced her I was perfectly happy fucking her tight cunt as often as she could get me hard, and we got back on an even keel.

When we’d been married for ten years Beth asked me if I still wanted to knock her up. I grinned and answered, “Hell yes!”

Beth got checked by an OB/GYN in Seattle, and when she was cleared, stopped taking the pill. It was highly entertaining for us to do the sexy talk that went with trying to get Beth pregnant. We’d never done much role playing or sexy talk, but we jumped on the impregnation fantasy talk with all four of our feet.

It took almost a year for her body to get back to normal after ten years on the birth control pill, but one morning Beth told me I was a bastard for knocking her up and making her heave.

Once Beth got through the first two months and stopped barfing all the time, we enjoyed her pregnancy induced perpetual horniness. We hired some extra pilots so I could stay home and take care of my horny wife more often.

Beth’s breasts grew to B Cup size. She enjoyed bouncing her tits around with her cupped hands and shoving them in my face. I loved sucking her nipples as long as she wanted me to.

I knew Beth was tough, but I didn’t want to take chances, so I flew her down to Seattle in the Citation I used to ferry large parties up from Seattle to Fairbanks or Nome where we split them up and put them on bush planes.

Beth was pissed I wouldn’t let her be my copilot, but her belly wouldn’t let the control yoke move. The Citation is too complicated to fly when you are distracted. We also have to fly IFR, or Instrument Flight Rules, so it’s almost like flying a mini airliner, with assigned altitudes, required radio calls, transponder settings, and all that fun stuff.

We took a cab to the hospital and checked Beth in. Her doctor had decided Beth’s hips were too narrow for a vaginal delivery to be a viable option, so it was going to be a planned Caesarean, bright and early on Monday morning.