Chapter 7: Mile High Club

Leaving the poker game didn’t really bother me. It gave me time to talk more with Megan, while Melanie lay in her cot watching us. Megan and I joked and made fun of some of the folks back at home. We quietly started speculating what each of the other guys had to do for their second test, despite being told not to talk about it. Our speculation got wilder and wilder. Burt was the person we speculated the most about. Megan had him in a hijab, licking the sweat off an old General’s nuts. And a dog licked and nipped on Burt’s dick, all the while getting butt-fucked by a female midget with a strap-on dick bigger than mine. I decided she won the award for coming up with the kinkiest shit.

I could tell she wanted to ask me about Melanie and our time together but she resisted. I wondered how much Melanie had said. If she considered herself the victim of a rape. Or, my friend who’d teach me how to eat her properly, when she gave her version of what happened. I went with what the CO had said. The past is the past and don’t dwell on it. Though it was hard forgetting what I experienced and not thinking about it. Both of the girls had been fabulous fucks and I hoped the friends with benefits continued. “How much longer do you think we have before we get there?” Megan asked out of the blue.

“How would I know?” I said in reply. “I figure it’s a twenty or so hour flight, but I don’t know how long we were on the plane before I woke up. You could always ask Teri and find out where we go to take a piss while you’re at it.” I did have to pee but it was fun just to tease her.

“Fuck off,” Megan smiled giving me the finger. “You go ask her.”

“You know you can’t avoid her forever.” I pointed out.

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe, I thought you might need some practice before I have you eat me.” Megan’s inference was I’d eat her soon. “She likes to be licked. And she might even share with you some of my technique.”

“One pussy licking and you’re an expert.” I mocked.

“Yes.” She said with no hint of modesty or humor. “And I’ll go ask. Later, we’ll find out if you should’ve taken lessons.” She left going in the direction of the nurse. She returned after a short time, a bit of a bounce in her step. “Half hour ... A half-hour is how long we were in the air before you woke up. And in a half-hour, the CO is having the lights turned off. He wants us rested when we land.”

“You seem awfully happy about lights out,” I commented.

“Of course,” She replied. “No lights mean we can slip away to the back of the plane unnoticed. I’ve always wanted to join the mile-high club.”

“Remember, that court-martial we talked about on the bus?” I asked.

“Yes and we didn’t get caught then. We won’t get caught now.” Her confidence was scary in its certainty.

“Ok, but remember you lost the bet.” I reminded her, giving my unspoken agreement to her yet undisclosed plan.

“Yeah ... yeah, but when I come to get you later. Don’t say anything until we’re safe in the back of the plane.” She explained. I got the feeling she wasn’t telling me everything. Yet, I didn’t push for more information.

The CO shouted, “Lights out in thirty. You have a lot of work to do when you get to your new home. Toothbrushes are found in the pack under your bunk. The toothpaste is safe to swallow, so wash it down with bottled water. There’ll be no spitting on my plane.”

I’d a toothbrush in my mouth when I heard Burt say to Jim, “I sleep in the buff. Just watch how those girls come flocking to me. Once they see all of this. Those two will forget all about Red Dick when they see my huge dick.”

Terry also heard the boast, “Maybe but if you had any money left, I’d take it too.” He sat on his cot adding up all the IOUs he’d won. Turns out, the geek was not only good at reading faces. He could do probabilities in his head faster than the rest of us could add two and two.

Burt’s reply stretched his lexicon, “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not,” Terry said, turning back to his cot and to the big-breasted girl across from it. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it seemed friendlier than the interaction with Burt. While Megan planned on using the lights out for her own purposes. I couldn’t help but think some of the others might also.

I was in the cot hoping the taste of the supplied toothpaste would soon leave then the lights went off. The darkness was close to complete as the fuselage had no windows. A couple of the guys bumped into the affixed bedding when getting in. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ‘shit’s and ‘ouch fuck’s’ that can through the darkness. The commotion of people moving about getting comfortable enough for sleep died off. The sounds were replaced by the rhythmic sounds of breathing. I too let the darkness not only fill my eyes but my brain, as I returned to sleep.

A small soft hand covering my mouth awoke me. In the little available light, I determined the figure to be that of Megan. Her comments about the mile-high club were not the farce I thought them to be. She was gathering me up. I rose from the bed as quietly as I could, careful not to kick anything. Megan found my hand in the darkness and led me away from the others. She was quiet and light on her feet. Her movements reminded me of a cat stalking its prey. I got the distinct feeling that I was the prey and she was playing with her dinner.

We wove in and out of pallets of supplies working our way to where ever she’d decided was far enough away from the others. The roar of the engines and last remnants of the ringing filled my ears and no other sounds could be heard. She finally spoke. “This should be good enough.” She pulled a couple of dusty and musty packing blankets off the pallets making a soft spot on the floor.

“You really want to join the mile-high club don’t you?” I asked.

“Of course don’t you?” she replied. She pulled on my shorts’ waistband bringing me closer to her; wrapping her arms around my neck. Soft lips were on mine shortly after moving urgently. Her tongue still had a hint of the toothpaste, when she forced it between my lips. I welcomed the intruding flesh, letting my tongue dance and tumble with hers. Her moans couldn’t so much be heard as felt as a vibration on my lips. Our breathing grew more rapid as we shared in the growing excitement.

My hands found their way under her t-shirt to the smoothness of her back. I snaked my hands further up her shirt causing it to bind. She raised her arms without saying a word, figuring I’d take the hint. With her arms above her head, the shirt slid off with little difficulty, giving me the run of her torso’s skin not covered by her bra. It too followed the shirt to the floor without any of my help. Megan’s movements were so fluid I missed its removal, having returned to kissing her. The skin of her neck was soft and salty. I loved the taste and moved along her jawline sucking up all the flavors she had to offer. She pulled on my clothing for a second time. This time she said, “Your turn.”

I lifted my arms and was rewarded with the feel of her firm breast on my chest. The globes pressed into me smashing their hardened points against my skin. The heat and knowledge of her fine little boobs being tight to me made my dick grow even faster. The confinement of my shorts on my growing dick became an issue. Megan was grinding her cunt on the knot my bound dick formed. Hoping to free my dick I said, “Mmm ... I think a blowjob is a good payment of your debt.”

“Ok,” she said dragging her lips down my chest as she knelt before me. “but you have to cum in my pussy. I loved having my cunt filled with your spunk. It feels so good and hot up in me.” Her fingers took no time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She took even less time yanking them to my ankles. I stepped out of one side then the other standing completely naked before the redhead on her knees. Though my eyes had adjusted to the darkness I could only see the shadowy outline of Megan’s head approach my cock. Her lips sliding around my bulbous cap let me know she’d found the target. She initially tongued the spongy mushroom, flicking its slit. My brain was on fire with every touch and poke. Her slurping and sucking mouth was filled and slobbered all over my head. She wiped her tongue over each new bit of my cock that passed by her lips. Her methodical skewering herself on my engorged cock was both sensual and salacious. Warm hands cradled my balls, as my cock felt her uvula, and the first time I hit her gag reflex.

She ran her fingernails over my scrotum when she stopped rolling my balls in her palms. Her lips stroked my shaft as her head bobbed up and down my dick. At the top, she ringed my helmet’s ridge with her tongue taking extra time at the “V” on the underside. The rough buds on the flat of her tongue kept burnishing every vein and bulge along my rod as she moved along my dick. Over and over she rifled down my cock forcing its sensitive head into the beginnings of her throat. Each time she gagged at the bloated cap entering into her esophagus. With a gag and sputter each time, I eventually came back out. It was her third gagging that made me understand. She was trying to take all of my cock into her mouth enabling her to wrap her lips around its base.

Her attempts culminated when she had gagged herself letting her throat convulse against my head as she left me deep in her throat. She grabbed my ass and pulled one more time, fucking her face on me. The tip of her nose brushed two of the long curly hairs standing out from the others. Her lips were still more than an inch and a half from the base. As suddenly and brutally as she’d tried ramming my cock down her throat, she pulled herself off. She coughed and wheezed removing my whole dick from her cavity. In a ragged hoarse voice, she said quietly, “There is no way to take all of you into my mouth. I’d have more luck swallowing a chip can than getting all of you in my mouth.”

“No one has ever succeeded,” I informed her. “You came as close as anyone ever has. But you don’t have to take all of it to make it a great blowjob.” “I know,” she acknowledged taking hold of my spit-covered shaft and kissing it. She lapped up the hard rod like it was a popsicle melting in the heat. Her licking continued until again she stretched her lips and engulfed my cock head. She hummed and purred as her mouth fucked my dick. Her stabbing at my dick’s opening increased as clear fluid leaking from it. Over and over she poked at me and swallowed the resulting excretions.

“Oh darlin’, you keep doing that I’m going to fill all of your mouth. Shit, I’m so close,” I said breathlessly as she bobbed faster.

A slurp and pop accompanied her removal of my mushroomed head from between her lips. “You promised to cum in my pussy.”

“Then you need to get rid of those shorts now,” I said hoping not to explode all over her face.

“Just relax,” she said her shadow moving away from me. “Think of something else for a minute.”

“Ok, “ I huffed. I bent over like I’d just finished a marathon puffing out the chant, “Dead bloody kittens, dead bloody kittens.”

“Yeah, that should do it,” her dark figure moved on the make-shift bed. The wiggling stopped about the same time I saw a dark blob being tossed aside. “You got enough time to suck me first.”

“I do like a woman that knows what she wants, and is willing to say it,” I responded dropping down into the packing blankets. “I’m no shrinking violet,” she said putting her hands on my shoulders. Pushing downward she commanded, “Get to it then.”

Despite my dick being moments from shooting cum all over her, I thought I’d bought a few moments for me to explore the supple curves of her body. My lips traveled down from hers. I slowed to enjoy the moment, capturing both top and bottom in succession letting my tongue roam in the cavity which had held my dick a short time before. The hint of toothpaste was replaced with the hint of precum. My hands roamed free across her small firm breast, kneading and pulling gently on her nipples. The massage of my hand was quickly replaced with my mouth’s massage of her hardened nipples. I sucked and nibbled the points, her sighs and moans felt through my lips more than heard above the rumble of the engines. Back and forth I savored her flesh’s flavor and feel on my palate as I engulfed all her tit I could. The slurping she had done on my cock, I was doing on her boobs, slickening them with my saliva while sucking up the excess infused with her sweetness.

Megan’s chest rose and fell more rapidly the longer I suckled on her breast, yet she pushed me downward. I found her small indention in the center of her flat hard stomach despite not seeing it in the darkness. My tongue fit the vestige like a key in its matching lock. What I unlocked was her mirth as her body twisted to escape my tickling taste buds. Her stomach muscles fluttered under my titillation. She pushed harder but the giggling sapped her strength and I’d little difficulty staying where I was.

“Oh please god stop,” she said with giddy hysteria.

Knowing she didn’t mean to stop everything I decided, I’d tease her a bit. I stopped my fingers that had been rolling a nipple since my mouth had left it. I also stopped stroking up her thigh and tight ass which I had been kneading every time I touched it. “OK” I stated my sternum pressed into her mons not moving. I lay there for a moment before lightheartedly asking, “Now what? Should I go back to my cot?”

“Ooh, you bastard, suck my clit.” She replied some of the merriment gone, adding “God, I hate you.”

“So sex is out,” I was having fun making her miserable.

“No, now hurry up and suck me, so I can grudge fuck that chip can of yours.” She replied, her desire to fuck me showing.

“Ok, when you put it that way.” I slid the rest of the way down her. The pussy juice already present smeared up my chest. The closer I got to her pussy the better the air smelled. The smeared lubricant on my chest intensified the aroma. There are few smells I like more than the smell of a sweet pussy, and hers was the second sweetest I had smelled in some time. Melanie’s formally virgin pussy still held the prize.

While I wasn’t on a clock, time again wasn’t infinite. I took a deep breath filling my nasal pathways with her delightful scent, before leaving the last kiss of her short-haired mons. First one, then the other of her full outer protective folds fit between my lips nicely. Drawing in the edge of the flap, I ran my tongue over the flesh from the hairy side to the silky smooth and back. I was rewarded with the savory flavor of her lubricant as I progressed down the puffy flesh. Her perineum was silky smooth with a hint of ass mixing in with the smell of pussy that overwhelmed my nose. I savored her juices that had run down to the crossroads of her two holes. Pushing her legs further apart I let my tongue drift down to her unseen puckered hole. The strong taste of her ass filled the tip where it had nestled its way in slightly. “Oh god, oh fuck yeah,” could barely be heard over the rumble of the engines, and what little ringing was still in my ears. Her encouragement was intermingled with her hands that had been gripping the bed material. They were now pushing my head down. Megan curled her hips putting my mouth firmly over her tight asshole. Running my tongue over the wrinkled sphincter she purred, “Mmmm, I didn’t know that’d feel so good ... No one has done that before. Gawd yes, lick my asshole.”

I continued ringing her rosebud as she rocked her hips up and down. Her panting continued until I moved away going back to the labia I hadn’t yet orally caressed. A groan came from her. I didn’t know if it was one of pleasure or disappointment. Most likely it was a combination of both. Her panting returned when I slid my tongue up the smooth side of the hairy lip. The hairs tickled my lip. Back at where the puffy lips joined I started down the middle of the thinner pink ones. The hood of her clit covered her hard projection. I ran my tip under the protective flesh, nipping at the edges of the hood and nub. Sucking in the thin pink flaps I sampled her sweet juices, licking them up from the valley the folds formed. I dipped my tongue into the tight entrance of her pleasure hole. She bucked her hips at my tongue squeaking and sighing. “Ooh yes, in my pussy ... Deeper ... Your tongue is so hot.” I poked at her hole shoving the object of her affection in deeper. Having fucked it in and out a while I returned to her clitoris. Gnawing and raking my teeth on the small lump of nerves she twitched and lurched under my mouth.

I had a little longer before I’d no longer be able to hold off cumming even without direct stimulation to my dick. The thrill of the cunnilingus, I was performing on her, was taking me up to the edge of cumming. Soon I’d pass beyond the point of no return where cum would shoot from my cock. I stopped the massage of her tit to run a finger into her velveteen passage. I fucked the finger in and out, coating it in the copious juices she produced in preparation for my cock.

My lips remained on her clit as my finger moved from her pussy hole to her ass hole. I force the digit through the tight ring which kept most things out. She jerked when my finger passed into her colon. She wiggled her hips side to side letting my finger slide in deeper. I munched on her clit while fucking her ass with my finger in earnest. Megan squealed, “I love it, God I love it. Why hasn’t anyone done this before? Ooh, fuck my ass.”

I’d a mouthful of pussy and couldn’t respond. Had I been able to I’d have let her know. It wasn’t until I was a junior in college did I play with a girl’s ass. It was only at the urging of a girl, who was a nineties Goth throwback, did I try it. She bounced, thrashed, and orgasmed hard as I followed her instructions; tongue fucking her asshole. I took a bit of convincing but once started I found the taste of her enema cleaned ass acceptable. I’d never like it as much as pussy juice but learned to appreciate it for what it was. After that, I’d found most girls liked having a finger or two fucking their ass while I ate or fucked them. One even had me fuck her ass with a fat dildo while I pumped my huge dick in her pussy. I didn’t know if Megan would like that too. But if I got the opportunity I’d find out.

The combination was doing what I hoped. Her skin became covered in goosebumps as she writhed beneath me. She jammed my face hard into her pussy while she bit the fingers she’d crammed in her mouth deadening the wail as she came. Her orgasmic juices flowed freely from her vagina coating my chin and the insides of my cheeks as I covered her vagina, drinking down her cum. I fucked the finger in her ass faster keeping her cuming, until she lay mostly motionless panting on the packing blanket.

Her cuming made my not cuming no longer a possibility. My dick was going to explode and the time was fast approaching. “Megan I’m going to cum.”

Through her panting, she said, “My pussy ... Cum in my pussy.”

That was what I was waiting for. Her being ready. I slid up her body rapidly. I went straight to her lips, putting my pussy juice-covered ones on hers. She didn’t object or pull back as my tongue entered her mouth, still covered with her secretions. I lined my cock head with the small opening between her pussy lips. An “umph” racked her whole body as I embedded the first two inches in her small love canal. “Ugh” filled both our mouths, as she let out a grunt into my mouth, when I pulled hard on her ass cheeks while I thrust forward. Only two inches remained and her cervix was already battered and moved out of the way. The final hard thrust came with my cock unloading the first wad of cum into her depths.

The tightness of her pussy was the next best thing to a cock ring. The cum squeezed out my crushed inner tube. The wad sprayed out in a long stream instead of the short fat spurt. Megan’s insides were coated with fertile seed. The addition of the semen set her off again. Her vagina despite being stretched to its limits milked at my dick while I delivered the much-wanted fluid. Rutting my cock deeper in her with each spray of cum I made sure to keep my mouth on hers containing her grunts and outcries.

I was still hard as the last of my semen trickled from my dick. Her pussy was spasmodically crushing the still hard meat stick embedded in it. I gradually started moving in her vagina. Starting with little movements in and out letting her beleaguered passage get accustomed to my cock’s moving. Little by little I fuck her pussy, until I was running my whole dick in and out of her. She began meeting me thrust for thrust. Our pelvises slapped together with the squishing and slurping sounds of an old-time water pump.

I longed to again taste the sweetness of her nipples but feared her grunts and moans would be heard over the engines. My tongue instead wrestled with hers in a battle neither cared to win. But, it kept the sounds of our screwing trapped. I was sure no one unless on the other side of the pallet we were hidden behind, would hear anything. The longer I kept fucking her the louder she was getting. For the next hour, we screwed and took breaks as exhaustion occurred. Our clothes removed the perspiration built up over our bodies adding a sloppy splash sound to our bodies’ collisions.

Megan climaxed three more times while I made sure my dicks stroking in and out stimulated her clitoris and g-spot. She groaned a bit more fervently each time I pummeled her cervix. Still, she yanked me deeper any time I initially didn’t bottom out. At the time of her third orgasm, I’d felt the rumbling in my nuts. Their contents were again shot from my cock while Megan writhed under me as her climax hit its heights. While my cock jerked and sputtered in her passage I filled her mind with one more sensation.

I ran my middle finger as far up her asshole as I could. I did it with the same speed I’d run my dick up her pussy. She jumped at one more of her orifices being filled by me. I stroked my finger in and out of her tight ringed asshole in conjunction with my dick. And though I thought her climax was subsiding, she thrashed about with a new intensity. In the last throes of our climaxing, we’d burnt through all we had. Having nothing left in the gas tank we collapsed. First me then Megan into a heap of spent flesh still joined via pussy and asshole.

Megan moved my hand by the wrist removing the middle finger in her asshole stating, “That was wild. I’ve never had someone put their finger up my ass while having sex. It felt so good, how’d you know to do that?” She sounded sated in her afterglow.

“It was the same girl that told me about licking and putting my tongue up it. At the time, I thought she was a bit unconventional in her attitudes towards sex. She believed if it felt good do it, no matter what it was.” I explained. “I guess I was a bit of a sexual prude up to then, not so much now. Though, I’d never let my preacher know.”