Chapter 1
Cathy felt the plane shudder as it hit an air pocket at 19,000 feet. It was dark in the cabin, but she could see the outlines of the big man as he sat on the bunk, undressing. She trembled as she removed her own uniform, hanging it carefully on the doorknob. She wondered what the 200 passengers would say if they knew this was happening just forward of the first class section.
But she couldn't smile at the thought. The giant L-1011 droned on through the night and, in a moment, Captain Charles MacAdams, with twenty-five years' service at Intercoast Airlines, would be nude. She had never seen a naked man before and she was torn between curiosity and shame. She diverted her glance and, as she removed her panties and bra, turned slightly away from him. The cabin was small and she felt vulnerable. There was just no place to hide her own nudity.
"Cathy?" he asked.
She turned then, and saw him facing her.
"You'll have to get me ready," he said. "I'm sorry. These initiations have become almost routine. It is Cathy, isn't it?"
"Cathy Merritt," she murmured, frozen to her spot. She tried not to look at Captain MacAdams' penis, which hung limply between his naked, hairy legs.
"You—you want me to ... " she stammered, unsure of just what her captain did want from her.
"Get it up," he said, grasping the fleshy bulk of his penis in one hand and offering it to her.
Cathy's blue eyes moistened in a fixed stare as she looked at MacAdams' genitals. She brushed back her blond hair and stepped toward him, her breasts full and pertly pointed, thrust upward from her straight walk. She was tall—five foot seven—and her long legs were lean as a racehorse's, her ankles graceful and slender. Gingerly, she reached down, her fingers probing for the mass of loose flesh she knew she must fondle. She had done this much before, in college, but had refused to go any-farther. Now, she wanted to shriek to the captain that it wasn't necessary to go through with this dumb ritual, this rite of passage, just because of a silly tradition that was common to all of the airlines.
She had done this much, but it had always been in the dark, as an unseen act of masturbation that hardly seemed real to her. The veil of darkness had always prevented her involvement. That's the way she liked it, the way she insisted on its being done. But that was all so far away now. Here, in the dim light of the cabin, she could smell the captain's heady masculine scent, feel his organ respond to her kneading.
She looked down at the hardening penis. She grasped it harder and increased her pumping motion. She could feel the veins rise and throb in her palm. The captain moved toward the lower bunk and pulled her with him, his penis rigid, pulsing with life.
Cathy's breasts quivered as his hands roamed their creamy softness, the nipples hardening to acorns with an alacrity that surprised her. MacAdams guided his hand down her chest to her belly, beyond, where the mound of her sex jutted out of a thick swatch of pubic hairs. His fingers slid through the Paramecium of hairs, a single one skating the puffed crevice. She felt her body stiffen involuntarily as his finger, like some eyeless serpent, sought the hidden orifice.
"Relax," he said, his voice gravelly in the quiet of the cabin. The jet engines droned as the plane sought the correct altitude for the west-east flight.
Cathy tried to do what he said, but her mind warned her that if she let the man go any further, her body was in danger.
"No-no, Captain MacAdams," she pleaded, "please don't. It's not necessary. I mean, I'm a virgin and I don't want ... "
The captain stopped his fingering, the kneading of her breast.
"What's this? A virgin? How the hell can you be a virgin?"
"I just am, that's all."
"Well, tough titty, Merritt! This is flight 584 out of San Francisco and I'm the captain. Understand? Neither of us could live this down if we didn't go through with it."
"But, couldn't we just pretend?" she ventured.
The captain's laugh was mirthless. "Pretend? Hell, they'll be waiting for us outside the door. You can't put anything like that over on this crew. Bandy, Linda, you think they'd fall for a lie like that? Ha! They'd have it all over Intercoast and the rest of the terminal would know about it in five minutes after we land at Tampa. No, Miss Merritt, it's no use. You might as well relax and enjoy it."
She told herself she wasn't going to cry. She fought back the tears.
"Don't you care that I'm a virgin and want to remain one?"
"No," he said coldly. "A virgin is something archaic, something Victorian and musty. The hymen's a useless appendage that no longer serves any commendable function. Today's society has no place for such concepts. What are you worried about? A piece of tissue? Hell, you probably lost that the first time you masturbated. Now, come on, Merritt, let's get to it. Linda will need you when this plane gets leveled off. Spread your legs and enjoy a good old-fashioned custom. You'll feel better about it afterwards."
Cathy bit her lip and was silent. Once again the captain's hands were at work, one caressing her breasts, the other pushing her slender legs apart, fingering the tightly closed cleft of her sex. Despite her previous protests, moisture seeped along her slit as his practiced finger found the path, slid along beneath the twin folds and bored into her hole. She felt her flesh quiver as his finger slid in and out of her pussy, the dampness increasing, a strange warmth flooding her. This was not her own finger, but someone else's! She had never let a man get this far with her before!
There was something deliciously thrilling about it!
"Keep your hand on my cock," the captain husked, his own passion mounting.
She reached for his rigid member and found it easily. "She squeezed it hard as a spasm tingled through her thighs. He had touched her little button, sending an electric shock through her loins. She gushed with fluids deep inside her cunt. Her hand moved up and down his cock, her head went back, her own body began to move in the same rhythm her hand was stroking.
"Ahh, ahh," she breathed, as his finger strummed her clit like someone plucking a guitar string. She felt nameless things inside her letting go, a shrieking loose somewhere inside her brain, an energy flowing through her body that seemed about to burst through her skin. Her body writhed at the contact of his finger, her juices flowed like a thousand rivers bursting from a mountain.
"Now," he said, pulling his finger free from her wet cunt mouth. He mounted her, his rude cock thrusting at her cunt. His hands held her shoulders down as he rose above her, his large body looming over her own. She found herself pushing her cunt up to meet him, twisting her loins to meet his thrust. The head of his swollen cock found the entrance, forced the labia aside and plunged inside the steaming cauldron of her cunt. She pushed upward, harder, wanting, suddenly, for the hard cock to fill her. Sadly, she felt the organ stop just inside.
"I'll be damned," said MacAdams. "You are a virgin!"
"I-I told you," she said.
"Take it easy, Cathy," he told her. "It'll take just a moment." He leaned down, then, and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue darted inside, found her own and laved it with a hungry licking. She responded with her own tongue, felt her body relax. He pushed his cock into her, hitting her leathery maidenhead, stretching it taut. She stiffened as he drove into her, pounding the membrane like a battering ram. Again and again, he slammed his cock against the tough fibres, weakening them with each attack. Cathy felt the muscles tug, but by this time there was a numbness inside her that deadened any pain she might have felt.
A pinpoint of pain tugged at her insides, and she let out a tiny cry. A second later, she felt his cock plunge deep into her cunt, warm as a fiery log, filling her with a heat so intense it flowed through her body.
"Oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed, throwing her legs up around the captain's back. "Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded, her senses reeling in wild delight.
Spurred on by the broken hymen, and the unexpected reaction from the girl, MacAdams plundered her steaming pussy like a raging stallion. Her cunt was tight, but yielding, pliant, yet sucking at his swollen member hungrily, like some ravished sea anemone, clutching rapaciously at his every stroke. Faster and faster he went, deeper and deeper, pounding against her young body with a savagery that surprised him. Jaded as he was, he felt the change in Cathy's flesh, the hidden well suddenly tapped that now boiled over him, gushing warm juices onto his engorged member.
Her fingernails raked his back, her legs flew up with every deep plunge of his cock. The shy, backward stewardess had turned wanton, her senses scoured with the heat of passion, her flesh tingling with a relentless sensuousness. She felt as though she were being speared with a hot sword, knifed with some charismatic instrument that exploded rockets in her brain. Her clit throbbed with a mingling of pain and delight, each stroke sending waves of electric sensations through her hot loins.
"Deep, deeper," she moaned, but he was plunging as deep as he could go. She held on to him, feeling that he was going to release her, stop the delicious torment that rocked her being like nothing she had ever felt before. She sensed that he was close to a climax, that he would soon spume inside her and fall away limp, and useless. She herself was coming with such spasmodic regularity that she could scarcely breathe. The orgasms lashed through her with ever-increasing intensity, like firecrackers in a bundle, popping and popping, explosion after explosion, each one bigger and more thrilling than the last.
"I'm coming, Cathy," the captain husked. "I can't hold it back any more."
"No, not yet, not yet," she whispered, out of breath. "Keep giving it to me, man. Keep it coming just like this."
Her words acted as a stimulus to him. He could no longer stay the tide that welled in his cock. He grasped her tightly, plunged deeper than before and let himself go. His sperm flew from his glans in a milky storm, thick and hot against the walls of her cunt, up into the cervix, a billion hot beings mindlessly ejected from a swollen launcher.
Cathy felt the moment, the strong arms holding her, the gush of come that filled her well and overflowed it. In that instant, a bright explosion lit her brain, white as phosphorus, burning, then disintegrating into a kaleidoscope of colors, a shattered rainbow falling like flares over a lush landscape of pleasure. She felt torn and abandoned a moment later, a rag doll floating in on a hot tide.
"Christ," muttered MacAdams.
"What?" Cathy murmured, her voice far away, disconnected it seemed, from her ravished body.
"Nothing," said the captain. "I just didn't expect this. Most of you dumb stews have been balled so many times before you get your first flight it's like chewing gum to make it with you. Now you come along, a blasted virgin, and I feel a shot of adrenalin like I haven't felt in five years."
Cathy stared at him, bewildered, her soft blue eyes slightly out of focus. She didn't know what he was talking about. She was bathed in a cloud of euphoria that let in fragmented sounds, no complete words. She saw the captain sit up and run his fingers through his hair. He seemed almost despondent, but she knew that couldn't be so. He had to be happy, like she was. A miracle had happened to her, a whole new world opened up.
"Hell, Cathy, if word of this ever gets out, you'll be flying nonstop until you go through the whole fleet! There's something about you, kid. I don't know what it is, but I've never seen anything like it."
MacAdams climbed out of the bunk. A hand reached for him.
"Do you have to go? Now?" Cathy pleaded. He looked down at her. Her eyes were slightly moist, her hair disheveled, but still beautiful, short enough to comb back quickly. Her young lithe body lay there sensuously, the furred V between her thighs glistening with the dampness of their lovemaking, her breasts wonderfully pert and enticing, like melons bursting to be plucked, their reddish nipples pouting little mouths, aching to be kissed.
He was spent, but something still stirred inside him. He asked himself a dozen questions. When would he ever get a chance like this again? When would he feel pleasure such as she had given him after this? Yet, looking at her, now, he knew she was unaware of this, of her difference. She was just an innocent who had stumbled into the garden of Eden and now wanted more of the fruit of the forbidden tree.
He looked at her mouth, full-lipped and inviting. How he would love to sacrifice that virginal part of her too. How he would like to show this young innocent how to suck him off, be the first to enter that hot mouth with his cock and spurt jism down her throat! He felt a tug at his genitals, and knew the blood was rushing to his penis, engorging it. Cathy had seen the almost imperceptible motion too. She stared at his cock, fascinated, her blue eyes glittering like marbles shot with light.
The voice on the intercom jolted them both back to where they were.
"Cap'n," said Randy Keller, the co-pilot, "we're leveled off at twenty-four five. You 'bout through in there?"
"You make the passenger announcement, Randy," said MacAdams, his voice leaving no doubt who was in control of the ship, "I'll be along in a while."
"Roger, Mac. Take your time."
The cabin was silent again. Cathy looked at Captain MacAdams, her eyebrows raised in a question mark.
"Do you want this again?" he asked her, holding his semi-rigid cock out to her.
She nodded yes, her eyes fixed once again on its fascinating length.
"Have you ever taken it in your mouth?"
She shook her head.
"Would you like to now?"
She looked up at him, a pathetic shadow of pain streaking across her eyes.
"Y—yes," she murmured, as he stepped toward her. She opened her mouth and felt the mass of flesh slide inside, past her lips. Her lips began to move, pressing around the organ, pulling on it in a move, her senses locked in limbo, this newest experience completely unexpected, completely foreign to her. Yet somehow, as her senses returned, she thought this the most natural act in the world!