Chapter 6
Dizzily the ground fell away. The little twin-engine plane roared away from the strip, banking into a long turn. At the controls was a smug, mustached Jack Western. As they left the airport he turned and gave Ann a lewd wink.
Uneasily, Ann eyed her fellow passenger. Her first trick. Her stomach felt hollow and bottomless.
He was a sad-eyed little man with a frail body, looking uncomfortable in casual slacks and sport shirt with a pullover sweater. He had been introduced to Ann as Fred, with no mention made of what he did. That was only to be expected.
Besides, Ann was sure she didn't want to know. The less she knew about him, or any of the clients she was going to be expected to service, the more she could pretend they were not real.
As the plane soared away into the Saturday morning sky, Fred unbuckled himself from the rear passenger seat and crawled back. The plane was designed to carry six people plus baggage, but the rear two seats had been removed. The space they had occupied, plus the carrying space, was now filled by a mattress.
Hesitantly, Ann unbuckled her seat belt and clambered back onto the mattress. Fred was sitting with his back against the fuselage. Ann sat down on the pillow and crossed her legs.
Her long hair was hanging free, with a red scarf tied around to protect it from the wind. Otherwise she was wearing sandals, a pale blue blouse, brief yellow shorts. Dress sexy, she had been told. Make it easy to get off you if the mark wants to do it.
Ann felt Fred's big sad eyes boring into her. That morning she had made herself up as carefully as she ever had with Roger, accented her wide lips and big green eyes. Beneath her blouse no bra restrained her full ripe boobs. Fred's eyes traveled down and seemed to lock onto the barely perceptible bulges of her nipples.
With Fred staring at her tits, Ann felt her nipples begin to harden.
"We'll be over these mountains in about a minute," the pilot said, glancing back from his -controls. His eyes caught Ann's for a moment, then flicked back ahead.
Once past the mountains, they would be beneath the horizon of the airport control tower radar. Also, the land below was mostly foothills and unsettled desert, and it was unlikely anybody would be down there to report that a light plane was doing all kinds of crazy aerobatics. Burt and his friends did not want the FAA asking any questions.
The customer was still sitting with his knees up in front of him. He was still watching Ann. She was going to have to make the first move, she realized.
With a sick feeling she thought of how Jack Western was almost certain to be evaluating her performance. Any hesitation or uncertainty on her part, or anything that made the client uncomfortable, and she knew she would suffer for it.
On hands and knees Ann crawled to Fred's side. "Well," she whispered breathily in his ear, tugging at his sweater, "what are we waiting for? I'm hot and horny and waiting for you!"
Fred's mouth opened in surprise which was hardly greater than Ann's own. It was easier than she thought it would be. She just sort of pretended she was with Roger, and made herself act the way she would have with him. And tried to ignore the pain.
Soft lips brushed the meek little man's mouth. Fervent arms circled his neck. He felt the heavy ripeness of the woman's boobs crushed against his thin chest as her tongue snaked into his mouth.
Fred could hardly breathe. This had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and here she was practically devouring him! Tentatively he slipped his arms around her shoulders and started sucking on her tongue.
Ann moaned and grabbed for his crotch. Well, his prick was hard enough. She wasn't going to have to kill herself to give him a hard-on. She fondled the stiffened cock, feeling his pulse pounding through his fly.
"Okay, folks," Jack Western said from the front seat. "We're there. Anytime you're ready!"
With a well-feigned gasp of passion Ann tore herself away. She threw herself onto her back and started massaging her crotch with both hands. "Ohh, hurry," she cooed. "I don't want to miss any of this!"
It had the effect she wanted. Frantically, Fred tore off his sweater and threw it aside. Ann began unbuttoning her blouse as he started fumbling with his shirt. She undid the buttons with one hand while the other rolled over and over her fertile pussy mound. The pressure on her clit and cunt lips started the sweet juices of lust flowing in her cunt.
In spite of herself, Ann was getting turned on! Fred was no prize, but he wasn't too bad-a little flabby and definitely colorless, but he was clean. And the more she thought about getting fucked in an airplane, the hotter she got!
Luscious tits swung free, the swollen cherries of the nipples standing up stiff and straight. Ann shrugged out of the shirt, coming onto her knees to crush her tits against Fred's bare chest. The sparse brown chest hair rasped deliciously over the aroused nubbins of titflesh.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now," Ann pleaded, hating herself. Slender fingers fumbled open Fred's fly, fished inside his underwear till they closed around his red-hot cock. Ann pulled it out into the open air and began to pump her hand up and down on it. She could feel the cock quiver with excitement.
She was rubbing her tits wantonly over Fred's chest. Her other hand was unfastening her own shorts. Fred groaned with delight and grabbed her tits with both hands. The skin of the boobs was silky and creamy and incredibly thrilling to the touch.
Ann fell onto her back, legs waving in the air. After a brief pause to make sure she had Fred's undivided attention, she slipped shorts and panties off her upturned butt, along her deliciously slender legs, and off over her feet.
"Oh, my God!" breathed Fred.
His watery brown eyes threatened to bulge out of his head as he stared at her tantalizing cunt lips.
Aromatic cunt juices dewed the lips and the curly mat around them.
"Yes, yes!" cried Ann. "It's all wet-my pussy is wet and waiting for you! Oh hurry, get your cock inside me!" To emphasize her words Ann reached down and grasped Fred's throbbing prick.
Gasping, blushing at the lewd and incredibly wicked way this beautiful, beautifully naked woman was talking, Fred pulled pants and shorts off in record time. His cock stuck out of his hairy crotch, waving like a fishing pole. "Lie down by me," Ann urged. "I'll get on top-that'll be best. Hurry!"
Fred obeyed. He didn't know Ann had been briefed to do it this way. Burt figured the customer would get a lot more kicks from the stunt-flying fuck with the woman balling herself on his prick!
The swollen prick was standing straight up, red and brown and covered with crawling blue veins-not bad, Ann thought as she swung a leg to straddle Fred's groin. Her full boobs swung forward and down as Ann leaned forward to support herself on her hands. Peering down between the boobs, Ann positioned the gaping mouth of her cunt over the inflated cockhead. She looked up then, to the front of the plane.
"Okay, Jack," she said, lowering her hips, "let her rip!"
With an unbelievably sensuous touch, the cool, moist lips of Ann's cunt pressed against the burning head of Fred's cock.
Then the light plane suddenly climbed skyward.
Ann shrieked aloud as the G-forces drove her cunt down onto the straining cock. In an instant the prick was buried balls-deep in her pulsing, oily twat. And still the invisible force pushed her down onto the impaling dick!
Crisp hairs scraped the tender, wide-open lips of Ann's pussy. Fred's thin arms were locked around her shoulders. He was nibbling on her ear. Her lovely face was pressed into the pillow. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she panted with passion!
"It's so good!" Ann cried. "Your cock is so good in my cunt!" Fred only breathed harder and chewed on her ear.
The woman's pussy was sooooo tight, and dripping with love juice! It fit the turgid bar of his cock like a glove. Her tits were squashed flat by gravity against Fred's chest, the pebble-hard nipples burning holes right through him. This was no regular paid fuck! This woman was hot to trot and loving it!
And Ann was. Fred's cock felt like a spear stabbing into her cunt, and with the plane climbing, it seemed it wouldn't stop!
To the couple fucking it seemed like eternity that they lay, not moving themselves, their bodies being driven irresistibly. In reality it was but a few seconds before Jack figured he'd gone as high as he could without running into an air lane or getting onto somebody's radar.
The stocky pilot could hear the two grunting like rutting pigs back there. And he could smell the fuck-rich aroma of Ann's drooling pussy. Time for a change. Time to show why he was now chief pilot for the charter airplane-and woman-service.
He pulled the plane's nose up until it flipped over on its back.
Ann's hair flailed as they looped the loop. Fred's cock churned inside her as centrifugal force crushed her tits into Fred's chest. Her voice raised above the roar of the engine as a wave of climax washed over her.
The man's fingers dug into her back like talons. Ripples of pleasure coursed along his prick as her pussy spasmed with orgasm. The hot sensation stirred him from his frozen immobility, and he began to fuck the long-limbed beauty with wild energy.
Then they were smashed together again as Jack brought the little plane out onto the level. For a long instant the head of Fred's cock was driven clear into Ann's cervix, burning like a bright beacon of ecstasy.
The normal force of gravity took over again. Ann began to pump her hips up and down, tasting the length of cock with her needy cunt. Fred's hands clutched the satin globes of her ass. They filled his hands with warm, pliant flesh.
Squelching sounds came from their crotches. "God, that feels so fine!" Ann called out. She pushed herself up, away from the mattress, until she was sitting upright on the impaling cock.
Fred gazed raptly up at the pale undersides of her big tits. They were damp and sheened with sweat.
Ann rolled and wriggled her hips and shoulders in a maddening counterpoint. The spectacle of the gorgeous bobbling boobs thrilled Fred's eyes even as her cunt churned his cock into a frenzy. Cool fingers stroked his sides.
The woman leaned way back, her hair cascading over Fred's shins as her proud boobs thrust skywards. The muscles of her thighs stood out taut as she fucked herself relentlessly on his prick. Fred strained his neck to see his cock, deliciously appearing and disappearing in the hairy, slimy cavern of Ann's cunt.
Jack eased the plane into a left bank. Ann threw her arms out to catch herself. Sharp pleasure stabbed into her belly. Fred's cock was bending way over and straining to straighten out again. The pressure on the elastic walls of her cunt was wonderful. Fred screwed his eyes shut and pumped her with all his might. His hands now dug into the soft flesh of her hips.
Jack tipped the plane onto the other wing. Ann fell against the other wall, Fred's prick twisting exquisitely inside her. "Oh Jesus!" she screamed. "Your cock is tearing me open!"
Stomach muscles straining, she forced herself into an upright sitting position. Her vision swam with lust as the little plane came back to the level.
She brushed dark hair from her face and looked down at Fred with her green eyes glowing.
"That's so good!" she purred. "I love the way your cock feels inside me-unnnggghhh!"
The exclamation was ripped from her as Fred drove his cock upwards into her belly with a savage thrust. No woman had ever said the things to him this beautiful creature was. And it was turning him on so much he could hardly stand it!
A load of jizz was churning in his balls. He could feel the cum seething in the hairy sac of his scrotum, crying with a million voices to be blasted into this woman's agile cunt! He was so close. He could barely breathe.
What's more, Fred could feel the volcanic passions building to a tremendous explosion in the woman's pussy. And he-meek, mild Fred-was the one who would set her off.
From the grunts and groans Jack could tell that this was it. With the sure touch of the true professional, he threw the Cessna into a series of maneuvers that would have made the Flying Circus gape in envy. From barrel rolls to loops and soaring climbs, the plane crossed the sky like a leaf in a whirlwind.
The violent spinning motion made Fred's cock a whirring eggbeater within the steaming clutching depths of Ann's pussy. Fred felt as if his thrusting prick were surrounded by a million sucking mouths. Every muscle in his rigid body was tying itself into knots in the grip of fantastic pleasure.
Ann fell this way and that, from side to side of the compartment, forward to brush the man's chest teasingly with her nipples. But all the while that cock was pounding away at her cunt, striking sparks of delight from her clit like flint on steel.
The boiling honey of Ann's quim flowed in a torrent from her meat-stuffed gash. Her heart threatened to hammer through her rib cage. She was hot! She was horny! She was dizzy! She was getting fucked, incredibly, wildly fucked in a way she'd never even conceived of!
She was coming!
Ann's second climax was even more overpowering. The sudden contraction of her cunt muscles seemed to crush the life from Fred's deeply-buried cock, and then the prick came to a wild raging life of its own. As the plane went through several maneuvers, Ann's thunderous climax sucked a geyser of gooey white jizz from the tip of the little man's cock.
The greedy grasping cunt drew in the fountaining prick till there was no more to take. And then it still sucked and demanded, as if trying to pull Fred's entire body into its maw.
Each spurt of jism filled Ann's being with delirious colors. She could hear the slurping of her cunt sucking that delightful cock. She could feel her whole body go crazy with climax as she fucked herself to pieces.
"Oh boy!" Fred yelled. "Ohhhhh!"
"I'm cooommmiiinnngg! shrieked Ann. "I'm coming again and again!"
Up front, Jack smiled to himself and steered the airplane for home. Mission accomplished, he told himself.
The customer wasn't going to have any complaints about what Jack new for a certainty was the most memorable fuck of his life. Hell, the riding that leggy slut had given him would be a red-letter day for the most experienced cocksman ever to carve a notch on his bedpost.
A satisfied customer would not mind paying a big sum for a lay like that. He'd be coming back for more if he had to mortgage his house. And the more who tried it, the more who would be willing to shell out for a barnstorming screw in the skies.
And from the way the brown-haired, haughty bitch was breathing in the back like a marathon runner, she'd gotten off on it, too.
That was too bad in a way., Jack wanted her to feel her humiliation every minute of every day. He owned her now, the woman who had never given him a glance before. Him and Burt and Bob. Before she wouldn't have given them the time of day. Things were different now.
But Jack wasn't going to complain. That slut Ann had given Fred his money's worth and more. As long as she kept doing that, the money would keep coming in.
And Jack couldn't ask for more than that.