Chapter 9
His name was Carl Fisher. He was a salesman and he struck up a conversation with Sally right after takeoff. Sally felt a little guilty about being so open, so quickly taken with a total stranger, but he was handsome, warm, friendly, and she was determined not to let her inhibitions deprive her as she had before the affair with the youngster, Timmy.
Perhaps, if she let her impulses guide her desires, she could be satisfied by men, she reasoned, and another unfortunate occurrence like the one with the boy could be avoided.
After drinks and a light snack, the flight attendant came around with light blankets and pillows. Soon after that the lights dimmed. For Sally, it was very sexy and romantic. When Carl took her hand in his, she didn't stop him.
"You're very beautiful," he whispered in her ear when she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you," she replied, closing her eyes and basking in his male nearness.
But the mood of the moment soon demanded more than just holding hands. Carl turned his face toward hers and their lips met in a warm, wet kiss. As their tongues met and entwined around each other, he pulled her hand into his lap. He left it there, with her fingers lightly touching the hard ridge of his rising cock.
What the hell, Sally thought, if I'm ever going to do it, now's the time.
Brazenly, she grasped his thick prick through his trousers. He gasped as she squeezed it hard and ran her soft hand up and down its length, testing its huge girth and hardness.
"Mmmm, you've got a nice cock," she whispered in his ear.
He kissed her again and arched his cock harder into her hand. His tongue penetrated her mouth. Together they sucked each other's tongues, rotating them and stabbing them back and forth.
His hand slid under her skirt and up between her thighs, until his fingertips were pushing at the puffy lips of her cunt through her panties. Sally could feel her pussy juicing like a fountain. It had already saturated her panties and threatened to seep through and soak her skirt.
"Jesus," he panted, "you're as hot as I am!"
"I know," Sally breathed. "I wish we could do something about it!"
"Maybe we can," he said, edging one of his fingers under the crotchband of her sheer panties.
"I'd like to suck that big dick of yours, but it's just light enough in here that someone might see us." Sally spread her thighs and wriggled around in the seat until she managed to slide her cunt over two of his probing fingers. She shuddered with desire as she clamped her cunt muscles over them and leaned forward so her clitoris could get some of the contact.
"I think I know how we can do it," Carl rasped, trying to finger-fuck her anxious pussy without giving them away. "Go back to one of the restrooms and go inside. Close the door behind you, but don't lock it. I'll wait until no one notices, and then go in and join you."
Sally's heart went into her mouth. It was a crazy, daring stunt; but it just might work. His fingers felt so good in her cunt; they had made her pussy so hot for his cock that she was almost willing to try anything.
"Okay," she agreed, "but hurry! I want to fuck you like crazy!"
Carl removed his hand from between her legs and stood up to let her out of the seat. She hurried up the aisle toward the restroom with the feeling that all eyes were on her seeping, hot pussy.
Inside the tiny restroom, she waited. It was nearly five minutes later when Carl squeezed through the door, closed it, and locked it behind him.
Sally was seated on the stool. He leaned his face close to hers. "Kiss me, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with lust and need.
Their mouths coupled and their tongues again searched each other out and entwined like snakes. Sally sucked feverishly on his tongue, their saliva mixing as their mouths made soft slurping noises. Her hand began stroking his leg, and soon met the bulbous tip of his erection. He moaned into her mouth and her hand came to rest on the erect shaft. He responded by gripping a breast and giving it a squeeze. Her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, then traced his lips, moistening them with her saliva.
"Oh shit, you got me hot, honey," he hissed.
"No hotter than I am," Sally replied, her hand wildly massaging the hose-like length of her pulsating cock.
"Let's get some clothes off!"
"Do we dare?" she said, a little startled at his suggestion.
"Honey, we can dare anything, just by being in here together."
He started unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while the other continued pinching her huge nipple through the soft material. His hand stole around her back and unfastened her bra, releasing her mammoth breasts. He kissed her mouth, cheek, and then traced down her neck with his hot tongue, sending bolts of electricity through her entire body. Her hand was working on his erect meat, stroking up and down through the fabric of his pants.
Carl pulled her jacket and blouse completely off, revealing her magnificent breasts, white and creamy before his eyes.
"Jesus," he gasped, as the twin melons leapt in front of her chest. "Big, beautiful tits! They're huge! And just look at those fucking nipples!"
He sucked first one hot tit and then the other, as if he were a kid gone crazy in a candy store. "Beautiful," he panted.
Sally released the zipper on her skirt. It fell to the floor. She could sense that the insides of her thighs were sticking together with the juice from her steaming pussy. "God, I'm hot," she moaned. "I'm ready to fucking blow up!"
"Stand up, baby. Let's get naked."
She quickly did as he instructed, and they both got to their feet. He removed his trousers and Sally shed her panties. As she threw them aside, Carl grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him. He kissed her passionately, and she felt his cock jerking and stabbing at her stomach. They kissed frantically as their hands massaged and caressed each other's flesh.
Carl sucked in his breath as his hands kneaded at the smoothness of her twin ass cheeks. "God, what a body," he said as he shot a glance downward over, the voluptuous curves of her silky figure.
As he caressed her ass, his fingers groped from behind until they came into contact with her soft pubic hair.
"Oh, lover," Sally whispered as she spread her legs slightly, allowing his hands to fondle her cunt from behind.
"God," he groaned, grinding his rigid meat against the matted fur at the base of her belly, "you are one beautiful woman."
"And you've got one beautiful cock," she answered, working her fingers frantically over the buttons of his shirt. She nearly ripped the buttons from the material, but at last she got it open. She spread her legs and took his cock between her wet thighs as she mashed her tits across his hairy chest.
"Here," he said, lifting her ass up until the cheeks rested on the wash basin. "Now I can get to you."
He moved between her spread thighs and set the cum-oozing head of his cock against her slit. The head barely touched her cuntlips before Sally wormed her legs around his hips and locked her ankles at the small of his back.
"Good pussy ... good, wet, fuckable pussy," he sighed, and gave a little push that sent his thick head between her clutching cuntlips. One hand steadied her body while he traced an erect nipple on one of her heaving tits with the other.
"You want it, baby? You want Carl's big dick?"
“Yes, yes," she hissed. Her mind was a wild maze of unbridled lust. The strange situation and the strange position all coupled to make her want to fuck like she'd never fucked before.
"Oh, take it, honey!"
"Yes, baby," she grunted. "Poke your cock into my hole! Ream my pussy with your big, magnificent prick!"
She continued running the pulsing cock up and down the gaping, pink slit of her gushing cunt. It became soaked with her juices until it felt like wet, hard velvet just inside her pussy.
"Go in! Go in all the way!" she pleaded. "Shove your pretty cock up my cunt, lover!"
She felt him hunching his rump slightly and then the big knob popped inside her. Suddenly he needed no urging. He tilted her body upward and thrust deeply into her.
The sudden, deep penetration caught her unaware and Sally shuddered with delicious pain as the huge hunk of meat impaled her.
"Ohhhh, what a man! What a cock!"
She clenched her muscles around him, wishing she could keep this throbbing, hard dick embedded in her body forever.
"In and out," she panted. "Slide in and out of my fucking hole," she groaned. "Come on, fuck me, lover! That's it ... that's it! Really throw the meat to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Faster ... really ram me with that big cock! That's it ... that's wonderful! OHHHH, FUCK ME!"
She was swinging and he was rocking madly. "Come on, lover ... shoot your cock up my cunt! Hose your meat in me good!"
Carl slammed ruthlessly into her, grinding his pelvis against hers, almost thudding the breath out of her. She locked her legs around his lean body and used her cunt muscles to milk him. He was hard inside her, crushing her cunt. She felt like her body was glued to his by their perspiration of passion.
Carl spread his legs wide for support. He held her firmly by the ass cheeks and thrust his pulsing prick deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Sally groaned like a wild animal in heat as his thrusts into her belly became harder and deeper. He was loving the fuck as much as Sally was. He rammed her with long, hard strokes that quickly drove her to the frenzy of orgasm.
"I'm coming, lover," she gasped in his ear.
"Go ahead. Want me to come with you?"
“Can you hold it a little longer?"
“Hell, yes."
"Then wait," Sally said, as the tremors of climax rocketed through the walls of her cunt and ended somewhere in the back of her brain.
"Jesus, I wish I could eat you. I wish we could sixty-nine," Carl gasped. "But there's no room!"
"We can take turns," Sally said. "Pull out of me for a second."
"What are you going to do?"
“Suck your cock."
"No," he gasped. "I want to taste your pussy first!"
With his help, Sally readjusted her position over the sink counter. He lowered his head to her lap and tickled her cunt hair with his tongue.
She clawed at his back while she rotated her hips in circles, feeling her creamy sauce ooze from her pussy and begin to run down her thighs.
Carl caressed her thighs while his tongue traced its way towards her steaming cunt. She cocked her legs up and pushed his head hard against her pussy, his tongue flicking out and bathing her cuntlips in saliva.
"Eat me hard, lover," Sally begged, rotating his head with her hands.
His tongue dove deep within her smoldering hole, lapping at the juice. She squirmed as he found her clit, writhing under his expert touch. With her clit firmly, yet gently, between his lips, Carl began sucking like a wild man.
Sally let out a whimper as she felt her orgasm begin. She held his head firmly as her cream gushed into his mouth, running down his chin. He lapped in long strokes as she came in flood after flood.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, thrusting her pelvis out to meet his hungry mouth.
He continued eating her eagerly until her climax had subsided, then lifted her from the counter and placed her on the toilet seat. His hands stuck to her legs as she slid from his grasp, droplets of sticky cream still clinging to her now saturated bush.
He positioned himself directly in front of her, his cock swinging about like a telephone pole. Sally instinctively grasped the huge rod and placed the bell-shaped head between her lips. Carl groaned and his breath became more rapid as her tongue fondled and soaked his cock, her other hand working on his balls, squeezing gently.
She moved her head back and forth in rhythmic movements, her hand stroking the base of his shaft as his ass pumped up and back like a jack hammer.
"Oh yes ... honey, suck it ... suck it good ... SUCK IT!"
Then she took her sucking mouth from his cock and gazed at it adoringly. "What a wonderful, thick prick you've got," she moaned.
She scooped her enormous, fleshy breasts into her own hands and rubbed the long, pointed nipples against his cockhead, back and forth, barely brushing it.
Both of them gasped.
"Is that good, lover?" she cooed.
"Yeah ... yeah, it feels great," he moaned.
"Well, I know something that's gonna feel even better."
Releasing her breasts, Sally eased forward, kissing his prick repeatedly. Then her lush, red lips separated and his cock was again taken inside her mouth.
At once, filled with the warmth of her velvet mouth, Carl reared upward with his hips. His steel-hard cock rammed the rear of her throat, almost gagging her. She relaxed her jaw, took his cockhead into her throat, and started bobbing her head as she sucked.
She established a steady rhythm, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive knob. And while it plied its erotic talents, her hand stroked his cockshaft.
She sucked vigorously, confidently, wantonly.
When she ceased sucking, it was to send her lips traveling the entire length of the shaft, kissing and licking the barrel, until she arrived at one of his balls. Carl groaned. The excitement she produced was exquisite. He moaned again moments later as her mouth sought his cock for the return kissing-and-licking journey along the stem to the throbbing head.
His hands grasped her head and began thrusting it more rapidly. Sally's hands were now kneading at the flesh of his ass as it thrashed about wildly. She felt his balls tingle and knew he was about to blow his load. He pumped in short, rapid strokes until the head of his prick exploded and its contents shot to the back of her throat.
She had taken the full length of his turgid meat down her throat. When his volcanic cum erupted into her mouth, Sally swallowed gluttonously. She continued nursing on his massive rod until she'd jacked the remaining drops from it, then let it fall limp before her. Carl reached down and pulled her to her feet. As they kissed, the mixtures of saliva and cum combined.
"Can you get it hard again, lover?" Sally purred. "I want that big hunk of cockmeat in my pussy once more before we go back to our seats."
Carl didn't use words to answer her. Instead, he twisted them both around until he could sit down on the seat. Then he reached up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back down toward him.
"Oh yeah ... my God, yes, what a man!" Sally gasped as the head of his cock, still rock-hard, nestled between her ass cheeks.
"Want me to stick it up your ass?"
"That would be fun," Sally sighed hotly, "but I really need it in my cunt."
"Put it in then, baby."
Sally placed her hand behind her and guided his prick to her slobbering pussy. His hot tool cruised deep within her, causing her to writhe under each stroke. She rotated her hips in circular motions as his hands played over her soft body, squeezing and fondling. Between each stroke, Carl traced small circles with his tongue over her heaving tits.
Sally felt her third climax beginning to build as shots of electricity ran through every nerve in her body. Their coupled bodies worked hard and fast as their mutual orgasms began to come. Carl held fast to her cum-soaked cheeks and thighs as she bounced up and down on his throbbing, blood-engorged prick.
Then he was shooting, pouring an even bigger load of hot cum-juice into her pussy than he had blown in her mouth.
"OH SHIT!" she cried. "You're coming, you're coming so good! I can feel it all sticky and hot in my pussy!"
His searing jism was splattering the walls of her cunt. "Come with me, baby ... shoot your cream all over my balls!"
"I am, I am! Keep pumping!"
His climax started hers, and it flooded his prick like thick syrup.
They rolled from the toilet to the floor as they continued their frantic search for satisfaction.
Then, both spent, they raised themselves up, got dressed, and briefly checked themselves in the mirror.
Gently, Carl took her in his arms. "That wasn't the most comfortable fuck I've ever had," he said. "But it sure as hell was the most satisfying."
"It's another hour before we land," Sally said, smiling up into his face. "I'll take a little nap in your lap. And maybe, just maybe, you can ease the blanket over my head ... and we'll see what happens!"