Chapter 1
Susan had tried hard to resist the book. She hadn't even expected it to be so explicit when she'd picked it from the bookrack in the airport shop. But when she'd flipped it open to a random scene and discovered that the girl in the story was having cunnilingus performed upon her, Susan's blood rushed to her cheeks. She'd only heard the word whispered around school and usually in slang
If it had been a man at the cash register, she never would have attempted purchasing the unassuming little volume. But the grey-haired lady with too much powder and bright red lipstick seemed like her grandma. She put the book in a sack without looking at it and gave Susan her change
"Going on vacation, dear?" the lady asked, showing teeth that had picked up traces of her lipstick color.
"I'm going to Collinsville to help my brother. He runs a kind of resort hotel there you see. Well, actually both my brothers live there. My older brother is married and—" Susan stopped, feeling silly for rambling on in such detail. But the old lady behind the cash register nodded politely
"Well, I do hope you have a nice summer." Susan clutched her purchase and went out to the huge lobby where stewardesses bustled by rolling their little suitcases and passengers milled nervously. She was as nervous as any of them
For the next thirty minutes, Susan kept thinking of that naughty book in her purse. And when at last she'd gotten through the hassle of boarding procedures and found herself a comfortable seat by a window, she peeked secretly at what she'd bought
The plane filled quickly, a stylishly dressed young woman taking the seat beside her, Susan was relieved. She was just dying to take another look at the page she'd first seen in the airport bookshop. And if a man had taken the seat, she'd have felt strange about reading something like that
Outside the sun was already down and the runway lights looked strange as the plane taxied for take off. The woman beside her introduced herself and for a few minutes Susan chatted about this and that. The lady was a lawyer and was very nice. But Susan didn't really want to talk. She couldn't wait to see what happened to the girl in the book
After take off the stewardesses served drinks and the passengers settled down. The plane headed away from the sunset, so it grew dark quickly. Here and there a reading light flicked on. Susan saw that her lawyer friend was resting with her eyes closed. She took a deep breath, flicked on her own reading light and slipped her book from the paper sack in her purse
"Oh god," she breathed as she took up where she'd left off. Her mother had never explained much at all about the rudiments of sex. Susan had picked up her information here and there during her sixteen years of life. But in three paragraphs she'd learned more about what a man could do to a woman with his mouth than all the secret whisperings from school chums. Between her thighs, Susan felt a tingle and when she squirmed in the seat, the squishy sensation told her that she was getting very wet and hot down there
Susan glanced to make sure her seat mate was still dozing. Then she stared at the words before her. The man in the story was holding the young girl's legs apart. With his tongue he'd pushed her pantycrotch to one side. Now he was slowly licking her clit. The girl writhed and moaned and her clit swelled under the soft, hot friction. Susan swallowed hard. She was panting now, her belly fluttery with excitement. She'd never dreamed that people actually wrote these things down. She sighed as a fiery tickle went through her slit. She was dying to touch herself. She flipped the page and read on
"Uhhhh," she sighed as she read how the man found the girl's hole and pushed his pointed tongue deep inside her. To imagine something like that happening made Susan feel faint. She could sympathize with the girl in the book who seemed about to pass out from pleasure. Susan looked at the lawyer again. It was so dark in the plane. Nobody seemed especially curious about what anybody else was doing. Susan read the next three paragraphs, got the image firmly in her mind and clinked off her reading light
Her skirt was only knee length so it wasn't hard to sneak a hand down under it. She folded her light jacket on her lap to disguise what she was up to. She eased a forefinger up against her pantycrotch and scooted down in the seat, opening her thighs a little at the same time. The nylon was soaked with her juices! She began to pet the heated plumpness, letting her imagination take care of the rest. For now her finger had become a tongue—the tongue of the man in the story
"Ohhhh," she sighed, hooking her pantycrotch to one side to expose the feverish softness of her mound. She'd touched herself before, but not often. Sometimes a hot tub would excite her and she couldn't resist soaping herself a little more thoroughly than necessary. Once she'd done this until her skin had burned in a strange way and she'd gotten trembly and faint. She'd stopped short of climax. Her mother had never actually come out and said it, but Susan knew that such behavior was thought to be naughty. Maybe even wicked
With the book's characters in her mind though, she couldn't stop herself now. She was already hundreds of miles from the watchful eye of her mother. She was up in the air, cut off from the moral strictures of home. Her finger gouged against her plump outer lips, parting them. There was a squishy sound as she dug deep into her crevice, her young hot juice spilling across her knuckles
"Nnhhuuuhhh," she moaned softly, her eyes half-lidded
The lawyer stirred but seemed to be asleep. Susan opened her thighs more and pushed another finger into the slippery heat between her cuntlips. She found her clit, that magic, taboo lump of flesh that had often fascinated her. Once she'd heldlfe mirror down to examine herself and in doing so had accidentally rubbed across that tender morsel of girlflesh. like soaping herself in the bathtub, it had been hard to stop. She'd caressed herself until her juices had made her swollen vulva shiny. She'd teased herself until itchy tingles streaked up the insides of her legs and her belly had heaved wildly. But again, she'd stopped short of taking herself to that radiant edge of total release. Only once had that happened. And it had happened while she'd slept
"Mmmnnnuuuh," Susan moaned as her fingers grew oilier, as she rubbed up and down the clasping plumpness of her cunt. She'd been sliding over the small opening where her hymen had been injured. An accident when she was twelve had ruptured the delicate membrane. Susan could remember her mother's concern and the doctor's whispered conclusions that it was really nothing serious. Her mother had not been convinced. For a time afterwards, Susan had sensed that her mother was unexplainably sad about the incident. As if something precious had been lost forever. Susan touched the spot with her forefinger and dared to ease inside the opening until the swell of her first knuckle stopped her. A shudder of pleasure went through her like no other she'd ever experienced. "Ohhhh, god, that feels nice," she whispered under her breath. As she explored this tiny hole in her body, she used her thumb against her clit, massaging it down into its hood as the thrills went through her one after the other. Her hips had begun to lurch in the seat. She couldn't keep still with the tickling pleasure of her own caresses bringing her closer and closer to that taboo pleasure she'd often thought of
Susan imagined the girl in the book, her legs spread, her fingers digging into the curly hair of the man who was feasting on her young loins. It seemed a heavenly way to hve and yet her mother's warnings echoed through this reverie. Being intimate with any male but your husband was indecent. Even intimacy with one's own husband wasn't one of the higher things in life. Susan wondered how all these modern, liberated women could Hve with themselves, knowing this. Her fingertip slid in and out of the small hole in her hymen, bringing shuddering thrills. Thrills that made Susan arch her back away from the seat and toss her head. Long red hair spilled over her shoulders as she pumped her hips around and pretended that the man in the story was eating her cunt
"Oh god," she gasped as she felt her finger slide deeper into her vagina. She hadn't meant to do it, hadn't meant to let more than her fingertip explore this hot, velvety place. But the tear in her membrane had stretched and she found she could slide almost all of her fingers up into her pussy., She did it carefully, afraid that she might suddenly feel pain. No pain came. But the squeeze of her soft and squishy flesh against her finger was unbelievably exciting. She panted hard, easing the finger back out and then forcing it in once again. In and out, in and out, the rhythm pulling her along with it. She plunged her ass wildly now as she fingerfucked herself for the very first time in her life
"Ohh,ohhhhgod,uhhhhh"
The plane soared smoothly as Susan felt her body rising to the tension she knew would lead to that pleasure she'd never intentionally brought to herself. She remembered the sticky dream she'd had only a month before. How she'd awakened at the crisis and felt her cunt convulsing. The pleasure had pounded through her for a few seconds and disappeared. Susan had been so disturbed, she hadn't been able to get back to sleep
The same warnings were pulsing through her now. She felt lightheaded and wonderful. Her breathing had gotten ragged and uncontrolled. Her breasts seemed to want to burst from the tight restraints of her bra and where her nipples rubbed the insides of the cups, the sensation was keenly erotic
"Ohhh wow, ohhhhh god I'm gonna do it—"
For an instant, Susan wondered if maybe she should stop. But the throbbing hunger of her young body pulled her with more temptation than she could resist. She had never played with herself to the point of orgasm. But now she was. She couldn't stop, couldn't possibly stop
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh!"
Her finger slid deeper, deeper. She plunged it in and out, pretending that it was a tiny cock now, not a man's tongue. She felt daring and wild. Her hips lurched, dipping from side to side in the narrow confines of her seat. Her skirt was shoved up high under the cover of her jacket but she didn't care. In the darkness no one would know what she was doing to herself
"Ohhh god, ohhhh I've never felt anything like this—never ever—"
The sloppy suck of her soft cunt around her finger was unbelievable. Susan had never realized that her cunt could get so pumped up with blood. It was spongy and firm and very plump and she fingerfucked herself with teasing slowness now as the itchy pleasure grew so intense she could hardly * breathe
"Ghhhuuhh," she gasped, her cheeks flushing as she seemed to teeter on the very edge of ecstasy. Then with a quick, rubbing movement, she dug at her clit and penetrated her young hole. Her movements had become almost violent. She smothered a squeal of pleasure and felt her body jerk. She was coming! Coming gloriously! "Uhhhmmmmm," she moaned, wanting to scream instead. She bent forward over her lap as her fingers worked frantically at the shooting jolts of pleasure. Her vulva poured out more slick juice as it squeezed around her sliding touch. Inside her body the muscles closed around her knuckles. Now as she fingerfucked herself, it was much tighter and the added friction made her dizzy. How good could it get?
Susan let out a breath and pushed her finger as deep as she could get it. Her cunt pulled at her penetrating touch, milking at it. For the first time in her life Susan knew why males were so intent on spearing females with their hard, hot cocks. They knew. Somehow they knew just what it was like inside a girl's body. Whether instinctively or by word of mouth, men knew. And they wanted. With the pleasure came this revelation and Susan squirmed hotly in her seat as she let the throbbing climax take her upland up until there was no place higher or better. Then she whimpered softly and let out a pent-up breath and sank down in her seat. She could still feel her cunt throbbing. The little spasms that went through her made her tube tighten around her forefinger. And she could still work her hips a little and feel the itchy paradise she'd created. She felt totally relaxed now, totally at ease with herself and the world. She didn't want to think about wrong or right. She just wanted to drowse there in the afterglow of heaven
"You dropped your book, honey," the woman said. With shock, Susan looked at her. In the dim light there was just the trace of a smile on her lips. When Susan didn't take the book, the woman glanced at the open page. Her smile deepened. Then she leaned forward to whisper
"I read these things too," she said, her nose wrinkling. "And I wish I had the nerve to do what you just did."
Susan felt her face going red. She swallowed, blinked rapidly. She didn't have the slightest idea of what to say. The lawyer patted her shoulder
"Don't feel embarrassed. There's nothing wrong with it. I do it a couple of times a day. But I've, never tried it at thirty-thousand feet."
By now Susan had dragged her glistening fingers out from under her skirt. She was trying to hide this evidence of her sin. But the woman simply smiled again and handed her a fancy lace hanky
"Here, use this."
Eyes downcast, Susan took it and mumbled thanks. She was awfully slick from having brought herself off like that. The lady caught a passing stewardess and ordered drinks. Susan took hers when it came. It was good scotch and though it burned her throat, she pretended it was something she did every day
"There, that'll make you feel less guilty," her seat meat winked. "I hope I didn't shock you by what I said. As liberated as I am I still feel a little guilty every time I do it."
"You do?"
"Yeah. But I forget it real quick." They laughed together and Susan sipped more scotch. Her cunt was still throbbing pleasurably. She wondered if her friend could smell the musky aroma that seemed to fill the air around them
"Do you mind if I ask a question?" The woman studied her glass of scotch
"I guess not."
"Are you a virgin?"
After a moment's hesitation, Susan nodded. "Yes." After all, she'd never even come close to going all the way with some guy. That meant she was a virgin. Even if there was a small tear in her cherry, "And I'll guess you're about sixteen. Right?"
"That's right."
"I remember when I was sixteen," the woman said. "I was going steady with this guy and he kept hounding me to go all the way with him." She smiled and sipped her drink. "Finally I did."
"Yes?" Susan said, looking up at her friend
"Once you do it, you're hooked. It's worse than dope."
"It is?"
"You'll find out some day. Sex is the most habit-forming thing around." The lady lawyer sipped more scotch. Susan had just remembered her own glass when the lights came on and the pilot was announcing his descent into the Collinsville airport