Chapter 10
"EAT MEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
The plane began to rock.
"Wha'? " mumbled Andrew from beneath the tuft of curly blonde hair.
"It's just a little turbulence. Nothing for you to be worried about. Just you continue to give my cunt the turbulence you've been giving it! Ooh! You are so good! Oh, baby!"
He slapped his tongue up the folds in her pussy.
She writhed in pleasurable ecstasy.
She rocked her whole body, grinding her cunt into his face.
"OOH! OOH!"
Her clit was dancing with pleasure. The turbulence began to get worse. And worse!
Soon the whole cabin was rocking up and down. It bucked and swerved as the jet soared over the skies. Melissa giggled.
"Don't get nervous now! We have a loooooooong flight ahead of us still! Remember, you're not just flipping over to Tokyo, you're going the long way. First to Europe! You want to see that I get to my destination safe and happy don't you?"
She giggled.
He looked-up at her from underneath the oozing slit between her legs. He was worried.
This little girl could be a real cunt to daddy's employees!
She told the pilot she didn't want to be disturbed for any reason, and she meant it! What if it was more than just a little turbulence! He began to be worried! But Melissa was far from worried.
She rode his tongue to ecstasy and that's all she cared about!
As the turbulence got worse, it was like riding inside of a roller-coaster ride.
For seconds at a time, the passengers would be completely weightless.
It was tingling!
At any second, they would find their hearts in their throats!
And this only added to the excitement that was vibrating through the lips of Melissa's pussy!
"OOH!"
"OOH, BABY! YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOO GOOD. YOU REALLY KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU ARE DOING. BABY LOVES THE WAY HER SUGAR LAPS HER OUT! BABY HAS NEVER HAD HER FOURTEEN YEAR-OLD PUSSY FUCKED BETTER THAN SHE GETS IT FUCKED BY YOUR LONG, HARD TONGUE. LAP OUT ALL MY PUSSY JUICE! EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME!"
"AH!"
"AAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
"AAA AAA A A A H!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AHHHHHHHHH!"
She grabbed hold of the hair on his head with her tiny fingers and yanked his head into her cunt!
She grinded!
She grinded!
She creamed her cunt into his face, letting the rhythmic pulses of her orgasms shoot through her entire body, alternating surges of numbing pain and vibrating ecstasy!
"AAAAAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
"OH, ANDREW! ANDREW! ANDREW!" She came and came.
The cabin pressure became really thin, and the two of them got light-headed.
She rocked, shaking the last few moments of dripping pleasure from her pussy.
"AH! AH! AH!"
The cabin swerved and bucked!
It rocked up-and-down haphazardly!
The two of them were now giggling as Melissa grabbed the burboun off the bar and poured Andrew another drink.
"Do you think ... l mean...."
"Captain Rogers is a pro."
"Still, I feel kinda...."
"Oh, you are boring! Look at you, my poor beaver lips are dragging on the floor and you're still there in your tie and three-piece suit. Am I going to have to undress you, baby."
"Uh-"
She knelt over him and grabbed his tie. Pulling on his tie, she crawled against the turbulence down to his side. She got right up next to him. Face-to-face! She parted her lips.
Before he knew he was kissing her, she had her tongue down his throat. "Ungh."
She moaned and moaned.
She loved the taste of him in her mouth.
Actually, it was the taste of her own pussy!
She loved the taste!
He stroked her tits.
She loosened his tie. She took it off him, folded it neatly, and sat it on a small coffee service next to her.
She began unbuttoning his shirt.
She reached one hand in and felt his smooth, hairless chest.
But she could feel the perfect definition of each muscle through his soft, silky tanned skin.
She continued unbuttoning his shirt until she had that almost off of him also.
Her tongue still sought-out the dark crevices at the back of his throat, and that last few tastes of her own pussy drippings.
She slurped on his mouth. She unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. Slowly she slid it off of him and put it with the tie and jacket. Then, as he kicked off his shoes, she undid his fly. She groaned.
She squealed with delight! She could feel the hard tool through the material in his pants. It was a sizeable bulge!
She stroked it through his pants with one hand as he unzipped his pants with another. She pulled his pants down. The plane continued to buck! He kicked off his pants.
She left his side for a minute, just to get him restless.
She knelt on the ground and pulled off his socks. She giggled.
His feet looked so cute to her.
They were as perfectly tanned as the rest of him.
He was a consummate California beach boy!
She picked-up one of his feet.
She began massaging it.
"AAH," he moaned.
"These feet were made for beat-up tennis shoes, not Italian leather dress shoes with pointed toes."
"Oh, I know it. That feels so good."
"Oh, believe me, hunny. We have a lot of time to kill on this flight. Hours and hours and hours. I am going to have a lot of time to make you feel good."
She picked the foot up and slipped the big toe into her mouth.
She smiled up at him.
Her blonde hair was all tussled and messed-up and hanging over her face.
Her indigo eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the cabin.
She sucked on his big toe.
She pulled her lips back off the toe and she lightly licked over the tops of all of his toes.
She kissed each one.
Lightly.
She caressed his feet with her mouth. She loved the way it felt. He loved the way it felt.
All he could think about was that cute little girl with the massive tits taking the same care to lick and lap his cock!
She smiled up at him.
She knew exactly what he was thinking.
She had every intention of making his dream come true!
She caressed his poor tired feet with her lips and tongue as she saw the bulge in his boxer shorts get larger and larger and larger.
It was most impressive!
She stood up.
He slipped-out of his shorts. The plane continued to buck! He sat up, leaning his back against the back of the sofa.
He took her hands. She sat down.
But this time, she didn't straddle his face. This time she straddled his cock!
She loved the feel of it!
It wasn't a long cock. It was of average length.
But it was huge! It was the fattest cock she had ever seen in her life! It was fatter than Bojangle's! It was fatter than the fireplace repairman's!
She sat down on top of it.
She knelt on the sofa with her legs hanging over the edge.
Her pussy lips quivered as they parted.
Her soggy vulva spread.
She slid herself slowly down the pole!
She skewered her tight, young pussy by the force of her own weight.
The plane was still.
She slid slowly down the length of it.
It spread her wider than she had ever been spread!
She felt fulfilled!
Small orgasmic spasms were already rocking her pussy.
Her over-reactive clit just wouldn't quit!
She could feel herself stopping as she sat down on the hilt of his cock. Their two platinum tufts intertwined! Her ass-cheeks smacked against his balls. She loved the feel of it! He was so hot!
She stared down at his muscled body. He stared up at her floppy, hard titties. She wiggled them in his face. Her nipples were so hard and erect they hurt. Her pussy was so soggy, she slid effortlessly up-and-down the length of his shaft. It felt sooooooo good!
"AH! SUGAR! GIMME THAT COCK! FILL ME UP! SMASH ME INSIDE WITH YOUR HOT TOOL! IT'S SEARING HOT! SUGAR, IT RIPS ME UP AND I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
She began to pick up speed as she bounced herself up at down on his pole.
She had a crazed look in her eyes.
She slid her pussy up-and-down on his pole!
FASTER!
FASTER!
HARDER!
HARDER!
She rubbed her clit harder and harder and harder against the pole as she worked her weight up-and-down.
The turbulence started up again!
The plane began to rock! But this time neither of them cared! She jumped up and down on his cock! His dick was getting harder and harder inside of her!
It was almost ready to shoot!
The plane would hit some turbulence and would then suddenly drop!
They would be weightless for a second!
The feeling was incredible.
She threw her arms over her head!
He began to pick his ass off the sofa to aid in the fucking action.
He loved the feel!
He squeezed his ass-cheeks together and let her fall down on his rock-hard meat.
He thrust-up and rammed it a little harder up inside her than before!
She would be weightless for a second, hovering around the head of his dick, then the plane would drop and she would come falling, slamming down harder onto his cock!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAM!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAM!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAM!
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs!
He grunted!
"AHHHHH!"
"AHHHHH!"
"AHHHHH!"
"OMIG O D! A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A H-HHHHHHHHHHH!"
She came again in a great explosion of sexual energy.
Shortly thereafter, he exploded, dosing the inside of her pussy with a stream of milky-white cum!
At the moment of his climax, she was weightless, the lips of her pussy locked around the ultra-sensitive ridge around the head of his shooting cock!
It was the most incredible experience of his life!
He had never experienced anything like this before!
The two of them clutched each other as they let the last shock waves of orgasm pass over their bodies!
They sweat!
They panted!
They were both covered with the smell of musk!
They eventually relaxed their grip and settled down in the cabin.
Melissa poured them both another glass of bourbon.
"Melissa, I...."
"Hunny, you'll have worked this out of your system long before we reach Milan. And then you still have a long trip to Tokyo all by yourself, don't forget!"
Andrew smiled down at her and accepted the glass of bourbon.
"I'm just worried about all this turbulence," he explained.
"It happens all the time, besides," she rubbed her clit and stared up at him, "it's kinda fun. Don't you think?"
"Well, we shouldn't get too smashed. Just in case of an emergency."
Melissa howled with laughter.
"What does it matter? If something happens to Captain Rogers we're both gone! Neither you nor I can fly this thing whether we're drunk or sober!"
"I guess you're right."
'"Sides," she chided, "it's not that bad at all." She looked over at his suitcase. "Here, I'll show you that it isn't all that bad." She walked over and opened his suitcase. "What are...."
She flashed him a devilish grin as an answer. He quieted down. She pulled-out his toiletries kit. "I'm not incapacitated because of a little turbulence."
She reached inside and pulled-out his shaving cream and a razor.
"You shave with a straight razor! How wonderful!"
"You're not going to shave your legs with this turbulence! It's much too dangerous! You might slip and cut yourself!"
She pressed the button on the top of the can and a small ball of frothy, white shaving cream deposited into her hand.
"Shave my legs! No, no! It's much too dangerous in this turbulence."
CLICK!
She opened the straight razor. The plane bucked and swerved. ". . .And you're not going to shave me."
"No. You can shave yourself." The plane jumped.
She sat down on a huge leather chair across from him.
She took the ball of shaving cream and smashed it into her muff of curly, blonde pubic hair.
A look of horror shot across his face.
A bitchy, aristocratic look shot across her own face!
She would not mind dropping in an instant that this was her father's plane and he worked for her father.
And she could have him fired at the drop of a hat. She held up the icy cold blade. It glistened!
His teeth chattered.
His was scared shitless.
What if the plane jumps again....
What if she slips....
That razor was newly-sharpened. It could slice up her cunt like nothing! And they were a long way from a hospital.
The icy steel blade slid into the muff.
She scraped away one small patch.
She held up the blade and grinned.
She wiped the blade off on the carpet.
"That'll give the darkies who clean in here something to talk about-eh?"
She giggled.
The plane bucked!
She held the blade loosely in her hands.
The light, dainty wrist absorbed the shock of the plane's rocking and she managed to not extract even a drop of blood.
She scraped off another patch of fur.
Sweat poured down his brow.
He sat naked across the room watching her shave her pussy hair.
His dick shriveled-up out of fear.
She wiped her blade of the carpet.
"I'm almost half-way there. Don't worry. You worry too much!"
Just then the plane jumped up abruptly and roughly.
She slipped! The blade slid out of her hand! It came within a hair's breadth of her cunt lips, but it missed and tore into the leather chair. "Oops! That was close!"
It gouged the chair, making an incision at least three inches long!
A shiver went up and down his spine imagining they gash running along her cunt!
And the blade still sticking out of her cunt!
She pulled the blade out of the chair.
She smiled at him.
Then she bent over and continued to shave away the hair on her pussy.
She picked up a towel from off the bar and patted her pussy.
She reached inside the wet bar and pulled out a spigot.
She showered her shiny, shaved pussy with club soda.
Then toweled it dry.
"You like it?"
He was speechless.
But the shiny sight was enough to get his cock working again!
She walked over to him and nuzzled his hard-on against her cheek.
She began to lap around the head of his massive cock.
"MMMMMMM."
"YUM!" SLURP!
She got his cock ruby-red and as hard as stone all over again.
She lay down on the sofa next to him and he slid his cock up inside her pussy once more.
"OOOOOH!"
The shaving had made it even more sensitive. She loved the feel of his cock slamming up inside of her!
Each stroke echoed throughout her entire body. She slid along with him.
As he fucked, she would brace herself and then slip her body forward to meet his thrust for maximum penetration.
"AH!"
She loved the way he felt!
He was so big!
It filled her up so good!
"AH!"
She caressed his smooth muscled chest with her hands.
She kissed him a long, slow, passionate kiss.
He began to pick up momentum.
He fucked and fucked.
Harder and harder.
Faster and faster.
Harder!
Harder!
Faster!
Faster!
"OH BABY! FUCK ME! TEAR ME UP! RIP ME UP! I'M NO GOOD! TAKE MY WORTHLESS WHORE CUNT AND RIP IT TO SHREDS WITH YOUR ROCK-HARD MAN TOOL! OH! FUCK ME!"
He pounded into her cunt harder and harder and harder.
Her little display with the razor had just shown him that she was a worthless whore. No good! He slapped her! SMACK!
"FUCKIN' SLUT!"
He smacked her again!
SMACK!
He wasn't sure if it was to punish her or to try to knock some sense into her!
He kept pounding his massive cock into the space between her legs!
THRUSTING!
POUNDING!
PUMPING!
Harder and harder!
He was through being soft and gentle. That was more than this slut deserved!