Chapter 2
It was a long flight from Chicago to the West Coast and Sherry was glad of it. She was going to need every restful minute to recover her strength. Sherry was not used to the company of teen-agers and she figured she would need every ounce of strength she could muster to deal with a sixteen-year-old boy and a fifteen-year-old girl. Her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend had sapped all her strength the night before.
Not that Sherry was complaining.
Rod was an artist, a good one in Sherry's opinion. In her work as an interior designer, she often encouraged people to incorporate some of Rod's creations into their home decor. Her relationship with the young artist had begun as a professional one. It had quickly flourished into a torrid romance. At first, Sherry had tried to fight the feelings. She was five years older than Rod. She had feared the insecurity she might feel around him and younger women.
But Rod scarcely seemed to notice younger women. It was Sherry he wanted-and Sherry he had, over and over again. The lively redhead had never known a man who did such good things for her self-esteem. Her cunt still throbbed as she watched the ground slip farther and farther away as the plane headed for its thirty thousand foot traveling altitude. She leaned her head against the window and watched the city disappear. It would be good to be away from the city for a while, though not so good to be away from Rod. How was she going to exist for ten days without his stiff cock?!
Before she could plummet into despair, Sherry reminded herself that this was her contribution to her father's happiness. She knew her dad worried about his kids. She wanted him to have a worry-free honeymoon. With a good start, maybe this marriage would last forever. So Sherry would see that the kids had clean clothes and regular meals for the next ten days. It might be fun. It had been almost three years since she had seen her brother and her half-sister.
Though she lived far away from him and saw him seldom, Sherry felt a strong concern for her dad that was almost maternal, she thought. She worried about his personal life. The way he moved from marriage to marriage, anyone might think he was a movie star! Sherry had decided two ex-wives were quite enough for one man to support. Ray had made a lot of money in construction, but there was no point in giving it away.
The voluptuous redhead still seethed when she thought of her and Ricky's mother, who had left Ray for a traveling musician after twelve years of marriage. Ray had married again quickly and he and his second wife had immediately had a baby. The marriage had lasted only three years. It had been a mistake from the start. Ray had been looking for someone to bolster his ego after the insult Sherry's mother had dealt him. Sue's mother had excelled in nagging Ray and spending his money. Sherry was glad to see her go. She had always felt her dad deserved better. He had taken ten years to choose his third wife. Sherry hoped Blanche would be the one. She wanted her dad to be happy. Ray had been too much of a gentleman to drag her mother's reputation through a divorce court. He had let her sue him for divorce. It was that one generous gesture that, more than anything else, had won Sherry's undying admiration. Though she had no affection for her mother, who had deserted her children along with her husband, Sherry still felt tears spring to her eyes when she thought of the love her dad must once have had for her mother-to be able to pass up his opportunity for revenge the way he had.
The ground below was lost beneath clouds. Sherry felt dreamy. She had had only two or three hours sleep before going to work that morning. Rod had been so full of energy. His appetite for her had seemed inexhaustible. The plane was half empty. Sherry decided to stretch out and make herself comfortable. She closed her eyes.
As she drifted into that hazy borderland between waking and sleeping, Sherry again felt a throb of excitement in her cunt. Immediately she thought of the night before, when she had been standing in front of the dresser mirror, removing her makeup, getting ready for bed. Rod had been stretched out on the bed, reading a magazine. She was aware of his eyes surveying her nakedness in the mirror. But when she looked over at him, his face was again lost behind his magazine.
She kept her eyes shut tight when she was removing her mascara and before she could open them, she felt the shock of surprise. "Aaaaahhh!" He was kneeling in front of her on the carpet. His lips were wrapped tightly around her hard little clitoris. He was sucking on her nubbin, pulling the passion response from deep in her cunt. "Oh, Rod-ooooohhh!"
Now his tongue was at it too. She felt weak-kneed, but she dared not give in. It was too much of a thrill, to have her lover kneeling before her, burying his face in her cunt. She wanted to see what he would do next. She wanted to let him service her growing hunger.
Her one concession to lust was to spread her legs wider, so he could get his face in deeper. She was wide open to him, standing naked and unashamed in front of her dresser mirror, her eyes shining with excitement, her nipples pink and erect. Hypnotized by the lewd reflection in the glass-her lush body, her arousal, the back of his bobbing head-she watched him deal the pleasure to her sensitive pussy. The sight alone of what was happening would have been enough to arouse her.
Combined with the hot wanderings of his lips and tongue, it brought dry urgent groans from her throat.
Her hands rose to his head and tangled themselves in his thick dark hair. He was such a perfect specimen of young manhood. His neck was thick and strong-looking. His smooth back rippled with the effort of his head leaning into her cunt, his hands reaching up to hold her pussy-lips apart. His back tapered to a trim waist, devoid of even a millimeter of excess flesh. He was still wearing his jeans, but the snug fit of his pants around his ass-cheeks made her pussy throb something extra. He was so pretty to look at. Sherry felt like a dirty old woman sometimes, to have plucked such a lovely male and to have him all to herself. She had had many lovers in her time, many older, some even younger than Rod. But none had had his special combination of innocence and strength. Just to look at him, as she was doing now, filled her with an overwhelming lust for him.
He had such a special way of making love to her pussy with his mouth. The soft sucking motions of his mouth on her clitoris shattered every bit of self-control she might have possessed.
She had often giggled at the way he could lick the end of his nose with his tongue. She did not giggle when that same agile tongue reached deep, deep into her cunt. She moaned a moan that was long and low and guttural-a moan that was pure raw hunger. "Oooohhh, Rod, you're such a beautiful man! You're such a wonderful lover!"
He only grunted and let her draw his head in deeper against her cunt. His hands ran in taunting little patterns over her ass-cheeks, tickling her, exciting her. He reached in between her buttocks and found her sphincter. He teased her asshole with just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp and thrust her pussy against his face. With his finger embedded only a quarter of an inch he wriggled it like a minnow in a net and flailed her clitoris with his tongue. Her cries grew more shrill. She threw back her head in ecstasy, forgetting even to observe her image in the glass.
As her excitement increased, so did his efforts to please her. His head jerked back and forth fiercely as he gripped her clitoris in his lips and drove it to trembling peaks of excitation. Her hands in his hair clenched tighter, until it occurred vaguely to her that she might be hurting him. But she didn't do anything to ease the pressure. She felt helpless to control the spasming responses of her quivering body. Her hands held his head close to her cunt. She lunged her clitoris into his lip-clutch again and again and again.
Rod seemed as carried away by the abandon of the moment as she was. He made no effort to ease the tension in his hair. Instead, all his attention focused on wringing the pleasure from her blood-engorged clitoris. When she was howling with passion, his tongue darted out unexpectedly and dove deep into her cunt. Sherry was unprepared for the assault. He took her by storm.
"Ooooooooooohhhhh, my God! I'm cummmmming!" Her generous mouth relaxed into a sultry smile. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror as she felt the waves of orgasm rush through her. What she saw was the vision of a woman in the midst of self-fulfillment. Her eyelids were heavy. Her mouth was slack. Her cheeks were bright pink with their passion-flush. "Oh, Rod-it feels good to be sexy, darling! My cunt feels super good!"
He nibbled her gently now, giving her a minute to ease down from the ecstatic heights of climax.
Roused by her sensual memories of the night before, Sherry stirred restlessly in the plane seat. She was far enough into her waking dream that she had almost forgotten where she was. The smiling face of the stewardess startled her as she opened her eyes. She struggled to respond to the young blonde's polite question.
"Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?"
"Mm, yes, a blanket would be nice. I think I'll take a nap."
Snuggled comfortably under the light covering, Sherry let herself relax once again. She felt more secure with the blanket to cover her. This way, her throbbing cunt would be well hidden from prying eyes as she let her fingers ease up under her skirt.
Sherry took one last quick look at the passengers across the aisle from her. They were a chubby middle-aged couple, dozing peacefully against each other. She wouldn't have to worry about them. It felt so good to feel her fingertip working inside her panty-crotch. She barely managed to suppress a moan as her finger grazed her excitement-hardened clitoris.
Again the redhead closed her eyes and returned to vivid memories of her last evening with Rod. As her finger slid back and forth over her slickened clitoris, coating it generously with the juices from her cunt, she struggled to remember every detail of the way he had taken her.
Just when her knees had begun to ease their fevered trembling, she had felt him bending her forward from the waist. Her eyes flew open and she saw him standing behind her. She looked around and saw that he was fully naked. His hard cock was standing out erect and full-blooded from his groin. An intense pang of desire shot through her. How she wanted that cock up in her pussy!
His hands stole rudely in between her thighs and forced them even farther apart. She had to grab the dressing table for support. "I want some hot cunt, baby," he told her. His obscene request fanned the flames of lust in her spasming twat.
"Oooohhh, yessssss. I want it too." she murmured, her passion-parched lips threatening to seal themselves in the midst of her efforts to speak.
As her memories grew more and more immediate, Sherry huddled under the blanket and worked her finger in and out of her wet cunt. One finger did not seem enough to satisfy the craving in her pussy. She tried two fingers. That worked much better. She licked her lips. They were getting as dry as they had been the night before. She snuggled her face into the blanket. If someone should walk by her seat and see her now, surely they would be able to guess what she was doing, just from the expression on her face! The thought turned her on, but still she decided to be discreet. Her face half hidden in the darkness of the blanket, she felt free to work out her building excitement in the contortions of her lips and cheeks.
"Want what, baby? Tell me what you want!" Rod had started to tease her then. He knew how she loved it. He knew how it excited her, to be forced into begging for the thing she desired most.
"Oh, Rod. You know what I want, darling!" She felt the moisture seeping from between her cunt-lips as he lightly caressed her pussy with his swollen cock-head.
"Say it! Tell me, cunt!" He hissed the words out between clenched teeth. She felt a jolt of wild passion soar through her.
"Screw me! For God's sake, Rod, stick your big cock in my cunt and screw me!" No sooner had she said it than she felt the pressure of his cock-head increase. His engorged cock lurched its way through her coarse pussy-hair and ploughed deep into her welcoming cunt. Her cunt-muscles spasmed around his invading cock, milking it for pleasure. "Aaaahhhh. Oh, God. Ooooohhh, God!"
Again her knees threatened to buckle, but she held on bravely. Her hands clutched the dresser in front of her until her knuckles turned white. She made an effort to take in the vision in the mirror: her wide-eyed, passion-distorted face; her tits that bobbled as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy; and up above her, Rod's smiling intent face that concentrated on screwing her so deep and hard. He grinned at her. She grinned back. The veil of lust hung between them.
"God, baby! It's hot and tight in there. I love screwing you, Sherry! I really do!"
Sherry wanted to laugh when she thought about the doubts she had had about getting into a relationship with Rod. She had actually worried about losing his attention to younger women. How crazy she had been! It was her he wanted! He loved screwing her! He had just told her so!
Elated by the energy and the passion of the young man who was her lover, Sherry lunged her ass back again and again to meet the thrusts of his hard eager cock. She watched her face grow more and more unrecognizable as she grew more excited. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she grunted with the thrill of feeling him impale her to the hilt from the rear. She loved doing it doggie-style. It made her feel so primitive. It knocked all the controls right out of her. Bent over with her lover's cock driving deep into her pussy, all she wanted was more and more and more screwing. "Jee-zuz, Rod. I love it too! Your cock's getting in me so deep, baby!"
"Oh, yeah! I like that! Shit! Some pussy!"
Looking at his pleasure-distorted face, she saw that he too was well beyond any kind of control. From time to time his eyes seemed to look right at her in the mirror, but she doubted that he really saw her. She saw no glimmer of recognition. Only the concentrated stupor of consuming lust. He was feeling the hot writhing passion that was her hot cunt gripping his stiff pulsing cock!
Curled up in a passion-bound ball on the plane-seat, Sherry turned her face into the window. It was getting too hot under the blanket. She needed to come out for air. But she could not stop stroking her two fingers into her pussy. Her memories had her heated up right to the brink of explosion. Sherry was a greedy woman. After coming this far, nothing in the world could convince her she should just call the whole thing off!
She wanted to cum!
Just a few more moments would do it. She remembered how it had felt to have Rod's cock expanding inside her cunt. Her excitement had grown more frantic as his cock swelled to awesome girth. He was right on the verge of orgasm and she knew it. That thought helped her arousal, along with the increased pressure against her cunt-walls. She wanted to feel her pussy filled with thick hot cum-juice!
Forgetting everything now but the climb to the top, she braced herself against the dresser and watched his muscles tense each time he got ready to shove his cock into her cunt. As she grew more frenzied with lust, it became harder for her to hold her head up, to keep looking in the mirror. Her attention was all internal now-cock in cunt, stroking, filling, goading her to unknown heights of pleasure.
"Oh Rod! Oh God, oooooohhh! You're making me cummmmmmm!" Absorbed as she was in her own climax, still she was intensely aware that that last extra swelling meant that he too was cumming. They were doing it together! It was the final touch to an incredible moment!
"Uuuuuuhhh, baby! Open that pussy wide for me! I'm filling you up!" She made the effort to watch his face-his shining teeth, his tense cheeks and eyes-as he shot his sperm into her cunt. Then she closed her eyes and let the hot sated feelings flow through her. Sherry was content.
The Sherry on the plane was just breaking through the last of her barriers. She drove her fingers deep into her cunt, recalling that exciting pressure when Rod's cock swelled for the last time and filled her with love-potion. She clenched her teeth and breathed out hard to keep from moaning aloud. Her orgasm was an intense one. It shook her from toes to ears. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.
At last, Sherry could truly relax. If she had wanted to, she could have gone on with her memories of the previous night's lovemaking. A lot more had happened after the episode in front of the dresser mirror. But Sherry decided she had better not tempt fate. Next time, she might not have the willpower to keep her mouth shut when she was cumming.
Again, the blonde stewardess appeared over her. "You're awake, I see." Was there a knowing sneer behind that professional smile? Sherry decided not to worry about it. The redhead was perfectly happy with the way she was. She did not respond easily to criticism from strangers.
"Get me a scotch on the rocks, will you?" A bit too rude, perhaps, but Sherry liked to keep people around her on their toes. If there had been a sneer on the stewardess's face, it was gone.
"Yes, ma'am." The emphasis was on the ma'am.