Chapter 6: A Minor Oversight

My life went on like this for several years.

By now I had all my credit cards paid off and was well on my way to paying off the mortgage in less than half the time originally planned.

Craig was doing well in college, majoring in engineering and Tim was now a straight A senior in high school. Both were confident and did well with the girls, a fact that would have me worried about paternity suites if I hadn't made sure they steadfastly believed in condoms. With my powers I didn't have to worry about condoms. I could neither carry nor catch any diseases and my sperm was inert until I chose otherwise.

I had been taking trips out of town to various other cities in pursuit of my super hero activities. I realized quite some time ago that I needed to spread out my activities in order to keep a low profile.

Today I got off a plane in L.A. (After having gotten off 'on' the plane with another passenger who happened to be a very hot redhead.) She got on the plane shortly after I did. I saw her come through the door and her fiery hair flowing across her shoulders stood out, drawing attention to her lovely face and green eyes. About 5' 6" and maybe 100 lbs she was dressed for travel. Faded jeans, looking comfortably snug hugged a nicely rounded ass. A lacey white halter stretched across C-cup tits and pink waist length button up sweater (left open) revealed a very nice hourglass figure with a diamond stud in her navel. She moved down the aisle looking for her seat I scanned her thoughts, finding her seat number I made the guy sitting next to me believe he was to be in that seat and she was suddenly looking for the seat right next to me.

As she was settling in to her seat she began to believe that we were a couple, just married and on our way to our honeymoon. She also believed that it was a long time fantasy of hers to become a member of the mile high club and this flight was the one.

Right after the seat belt sign was turned off we got comfortable by raising the armrest between us and covering ourselves with a blanket. I ran my hands across her body. Her skin was smooth and very well shaped. Her hand was caressing my chest inside my shirt and with each circuit it went lower and lower until she finally entered my pants to find my cock already hard and ready to go. By now I had one of my hands down her pants and a well lubricated finger sliding up, down and in her hot slit.

She was visibly flushed and breathing hard.

"I am going to the bathroom," she announced in a hoarse whisper, "give me about a minute."

I waited the minute and followed her to the bathroom. Knocking lightly I opened the door just enough for me to slip in. It was a tight fit with her sitting naked on the sink. As soon as I locked the door we embraced in a tongue wrestling lip lock. Her hot skin was in great contrast to the cool airplane atmosphere. I sat down for a quick snack. I expected her pussy would be clean and well cared for and I was not disappointed. As I licked her sweetness I shucked my shirt and pants as best I could in the close confines of the lavatory. My rock hard dick waved in the cool air while I licked a sucked her through two orgasms. Every time she came my cock twitched and ached, almost squirting the pre-cum that I could feel dripping off my balls. The feedback loop was functioning.

Okay, I know it seems like I mention the mysterious 'feedback' every time. But it really is quite rare. I mentioned earlier that I would only be relating the more memorable experiences and it is present in just about all of those. I was getting fucked three or more times everyday and while sex will never be mundane to experience it can be boring to talk about over and over again. Suffice it to say that when I realized that the 'feedback loop' was happening I would make the best of it. I really wish I could figure out why it was present sometimes and not others. Anyway... I sensed the feedback but since I was only giving stimulation and not receiving any it was pretty much a one-way street. I had been enjoying her hot snatch for almost ten minutes. The floor was quite a mess with the pre-cum that dribbled out of my cock and her pussy juice dripping off my chin. The small bathroom was much warmer than it had been. The time didn't bother me since I wasn't worried about getting caught, but my dick was so swollen by now I was afraid it might split wide open if I didn't wrap it in a tight pussy soon.

As soon as she had come down from her last orgasm I stood and faced her. She looked at me with a lusty smile on her face although her lovely green eyes seemed to barely focus. My cock rubbed across the lips of her soaked pussy and her hips twitched. She grabbed me and pulled me to her in a tight hug.

"Oh, God," she gasped, "Fuck me now! I need it so bad!"

I slid the head of my cock into her and she moaned hungrily. I kept it there for a few seconds. She locked eyes with a beseeching look,

"Please?" she begged, "all the way."

I slowly drove it all the way in. Her hot snatch convulsed around it while she gave a fresh whimper with every inch. Her pussy felt glorious around my cock and I knew that I was feeding her my pleasure just as she was feeding me hers. Her excitement grew and she began grabbing my cock with her pussy. It felt like she was trying to lock it inside her but she was far to wet for any kind grip.

I wanted to pound into her like a jackhammer but kept myself at a slow methodical pace. I concentrated on how good it felt to slide my dick slowly in and out her hot twitching pussy. I knew that the more I enjoyed the feeling the more I was sending to her. Her exhilaration rose higher and higher and it became harder and harder to keep from coming. I wanted to wait until she started and I didn't have to wait long. Suddenly she held her breath and bore down on her abdomen muscles clamping her pussy tight around my cock.

I felt her orgasm rush over me, and my cock exploded. Spurt after spurt of hot cum gushed out into her welcoming pussy. With each spasm of ecstasy I fed her she reciprocated with a wave of her own. I almost blacked out. It was just like the feeling you get when you stand up too fast and the blood rushes from your head. Time seemed to stand still and I have no idea how long I was hanging in a limbo of orgasmic bliss. When I returned to my senses I could tell she wasn't back yet. Her eyes were completely unfocused and she was releasing a slow sigh.

Suddenly with a sharp intake of air her eyes focused on me and she hugged me tightly.

"Oh, My God," she exclaimed quietly, "I have never felt anything like that before!"

We embraced, enjoying the sense of afterglow times two that the feedback allows. I noticed that my cock was still inside her and still very rigid. I started moving it in and out again.

"Ooohhhh!' she sighed, "Don't tell me you have anything left."

"Let's see how much I have left I said, shaky but gaining more strength every second.

All in all we were in there about an hour and a half. I came three times and she came seven not counting the two she had while I ate her.

We returned to our seats with several hours still remaining and just in time for the snack service. While we ate, I explored her mind to see what I could do to thank her for our tryst.

I found out that joining the mile high club had actually been a fantasy of hers. I kicked myself for being impatient. I probably could have let her engineer a much more entertaining scenario had I known this. But now that I did know it, I decided that she wouldn't forget me.

By the time we were done eating she remembered that we had talked a bit and the subject of the mile high club came up. She confided in her fantasy and on a whim she decided to act upon it. She remembers a very enjoyable experience but has decided that sex with strangers is dangerous and from now on she will limit herself to known partners.

That last part was because I caught her thinking that maybe the experience was so intense because I was a complete stranger. I worried that if she began seeking sex with strangers she would at best end up with some serious STD's and at worst, AIDS or maybe hook up with some obsessive violent asshole. So I had her begin to believe that it was the acting out of a fantasy that did it. I figured that it was much safer for her to indulge in her fantasies with guys she knew and it would be a lot of fun for them as well.

There were definitely some lucky guys who owed me Christmas cards from now on.

I realized she was my first redhead and, if she was any measure, the rumors about redheads were true. She was an incredible sex partner. I wouldn't mind keeping her around for a while, but she had her life to live and I had an agenda of my own. Still, I made a note of her address and phone number and decided I would look her up whenever I was in her neck of the woods.

After getting off the plane and saying goodbye to Ann (did I forget to mention her name? Oops... ) I headed for a seedy area of Hollywood to look for some crimes to stop and some targets of opportunity money-wise.

It didn't take long before I sensed fear. As I came up on the scene I felt the fear mixed with a dose of anger and helplessness as well. It was an old man being braced by three thugs. Disheveled hair, ill-fitting clothes and a lot of tattoos and chains festooned these assholes. They were all vicious bastards who stole and robbed for a living, had killed before and didn't mind it as long as there were no witnesses. They had all done a short stretch or two for robbery and/or assault but had never been pinned for any of their more serious crimes. I didn't know how they had ended up amoral predators and at this point I didn't care. Their victim had distracted me.

He was in his late eighties to early nineties. I could tell that at one time he had been a large formidable man but was now a mere shadow of what he once was. He was wearing tennis shoes, tan slacks and a light blue windbreaker. He had a VFW cap on his head that indicated he had seen action in the pacific with the Marines in World War II.

He had been to the VFW hall for a few drinks and was heading home when these assholes accosted him. He'd been mugged twice before in the last year and it pissed him off. Back in his younger days he would gone through these guys like tissue paper. That he could no longer do that was pissing him off too.