Chapter 14
"You don't fly with Roxanne or Jack?" Marika asked Roger. She moved closer to the guy, hanging onto his arm and feeling the muscles ripple under her fingers. If his arms and shoulders were this big, she could only guess what his dick must be like. Her mouth watered just thinking about getting it out where she could stuff it into her mouth and fully taste him.
"I used to be Jack's co-pilot, but I wasn't getting anywhere."
"With Roxanne?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. She's a hot number. She knows a hundred ways of getting into the Mile High Club-and she's done each and every one of them, too."
"So why'd you stop flying?" Marika wasn't as interested in his background as she was in what Roger might be able to do with her. They walked slowly across the landing field in the direction of a small single-engine plane.
"Didn't. I quit and started my own business. I get to be captain now." He held up his sleeve so the sunlight gleamed on the four gold bands there. "That means I get to call all the shots."
"All of them?" Marika eyed him, trying to decide if she wanted to play along.
"All of them," Roger insisted. He helped her into the small plane. Marika settled down onto the back seat, wondering what she was going to do-or, she decided, what Roger wanted to do with her.
He climbed in and gunned the engine, wheeled the small plane around and taxied. He took a few minutes to talk to the control tower, then launched the plane and climbed steeply.
Marika held on until the plane leveled out. When she started to climb into the front seat next to Roger, he motioned her to stay in the rear.
She watched him set the autopilot and then crawl back to join her. Marika looked out the window and saw they were several thousand feet up. Even the small motion of looking caused the plane to shift slightly.
"Is it safe to leave the controls like that?" she asked.
"Is it safe for me to do this?" he asked, running his hand up under her skirt. His cool hand touched her feverish pussy lips, then his middle finger plunged into her. Marika closed her eyes and let the sensation spread throughout her belly.
"It's more than safe, it is good, damn good!" she cried. The dark-haired beauty lifted her legs so she could put her heels onto the seat on either side. This opened her bush wide for him. He continued finger fucking her until he was able to get his face down into the fragrant mound of fleecy pubic hair.
Marika gasped as his tongue invaded her and began swirling around like a berserk spinning top. Faster and faster he swirled around and then suddenly withdrew.
For a moment, Marika wallowed in the glow he had been building within her and didn't notice his absence. Then she protested.
"Get your face back there! Didn't your mother ever tell you to finish whatever you're eating?"
"My mother never taught me a lot of stuff," Roger said. Marika fell silent when she saw him working to get his trousers down. The huge pole of his erection popped into sight.
"Let me go down on you?" she said, reaching for his tasty prick. He slapped her hand away.
"Pilots don't like to hear that. We don't go down. Sounds too much like a crash landing."
"Will you go up on me, then?" Marika joked.
"Try to stop me!"
Roger worked his way back and knelt in the small space directly in front of the seat where Marika sat with her legs upraised. He scooted forward a few inches and Marika thought she would melt like snow in the hot sun. The tip of his cock banged hard against her pussy lips-then sank deep into her twat.
"So nice, heavenly, out of this world," she cooed. She gripped the back of the seat and lifted her hips to get a few more inches of his precious pecker into her cunt.
"You haven't flown yet. Just wait," he promised. And then Marika was past wanting to talk. His hips swung back, and he withdrew until only the thick purpled arrowhead of his cock remained within her delicately scalloped, trembling pink labia. Then he surged back, filling her to overflowing. Back, forth, back and forth he flew, burying himself more each time, until his entire length disappeared into Marika's churning, heated interior.
She was lost in a carnal paradise. The friction from this quick fucking spread throughout her body like warm honey. When he bent forward and burrowed his face between her tits to kiss and lick, she almost came. The suddenness of everything he did took her by surprise-and it was a pleasant surprise.
Then she shrieked as the plane suddenly went into a steep dive, throwing her forward. She felt him sink another inch into her cunny and him begin grinding his crotch into hers.
But the plane righted itself and flew straight again with Roger never touching the controls.
"What happened?" Marika gasped out. "We were going down!"
"I warned you about saying that," Roger said with mock severity. "We hit an air pocket. The autopilot corrected. Nothing to worry about."
"Good," Marika said, wiggling her hips around the thick stalk buried balls-deep within her cooze. She threw her arms around him and pulled Roger closer. He continued fucking her with his short, quick strokes until Marika was at the point of getting off. Then he was gone.
"What's going on? Hey, you can't-" She bit off the protest when she saw him swing back around and sit in the pilot's seat. "What's wrong? We aren't going to crash are we?"
"Come here," he said. "Sit in my lap-sit on my cock." He moved his seat back as far as it would go. If Marika had stayed in the back of the plane she would have found it too cramped for comfort. But to sit in his lap while he was flying seemed suicidal.
And exciting. She could flirt with death as he reamed her out.
"Which way?" she asked.
"My lap. On it," he ordered.
"Facing you or looking out?"
Roger smiled wickedly. "You'll be my eyes as we fly. Face forward." He circled her waist and pulled her down. Marika got her feet into position on either side of the seat, then leaned forward and settled her hips into the curve of his groin. She shivered like a leaf in a high wind when his throbbing pecker banged lightly against her pussy lips.
She relaxed and sank down fully, taking him full length up her twat. The reinsertion of his burning fuck stick turned her into a mass of quivering jelly. She put her hands on the control panel and leaned forward to savor the hot prick inside her pussy.
Marika's eyes fluttered open and she looked out into the blue sky with its white fluffy clouds. Then she saw the ground way below. Thousands of feet below. She was getting screwed with little more than a thin sheet of metal between her and a long, long fall.
"Don't think about it," Roger cautioned. "Think about this!"
His hands reached around her and cupped her breasts. He began kneading and massaging them, stroking from the big base all the way to the very tip. As he moved his hands, he carried along enough blood to Marika's nipples to make her moan with desire.
"Love it, so good. Feel like they are going to explode. Suck on them!"
"Can't," Roger said, but he kept fondling both her boobs with his left hand as he stroked over her heaving belly and moved lower with his right. His fingers stroked over her fleecy dark-furred snatch, tangling with the pubic hair. After a few seconds of teasing her, he pressed down into the pink little spire of her clitoris, then teased the bud until it wobbled and bobbed about.
"Oh, ohhh!" moaned Marika. "Good, good, I love it!"
Roger was trapped under her weight and could not lift off the seat to give her a proper fucking. Instead, he used the power of the airplane. He grabbed the wheel with his right hand and pulled back. The sudden climb forced Marika back into the seat-and onto the thick, fleshy spike of his cock.
She moaned and sobbed and began twisting from side to side. The climb ground her snatch down into his balls in an erotic mix she could not deny. His right hand kept after her clit, flicking and stroking and occasionally taking a few drops of her oily cunt juices and smearing all over it for lubrication.
Marika's eyes opened and she stared into nothing but blue sky. Then he shoved the wheel forward and the plane dived. She let out a shriek. She was pulled and pushed and turned around, the heavy prong still seductively buried inside her tight cunt.
"What are you doing?" she cried.
"Having fun," he told her. "Relax and enjoy the flight!"
Marika shrieked again as he hit the bottom of a dive and started up again. The weight of two or three men crushed down on her, fucking her harder on his prick. Up and down like they were on a roller coaster he flew, the motion of the plane doing the real fucking.
Marika got to the point where she not only enjoyed the sensation but anticipated it with glee. She was getting rigid cock driven into her with more force than any man could muster under usual circumstances. Her soft sex tissues spread all around it to accommodate the heavy love log within her. And then the sultry dark-haired beauty was almost weightless, flying on the very tip of his cock.
Roger held her close and pulled her down into his lap with a squishy sound. She creamed furiously, her inner lubricants boiling out around the plug of cock moving inside her. Marika tensed and sent more juices squirting out and onto her legs, tickling and stimulating her even more.
"More, more," she begged. "Do-aieee!"
The woman's words were lost as the pilot banked the plane. The sudden turn to the left caused her to slide off the prick she held so lovingly within her, using strong inner pussy muscles. When he corrected and the plane was flying level again, Marika found his cock fucking into her from a new and wildly stimulating direction.
Over and over Roger banked and soared, dived and turned, using the plane as an aid to getting them both off. Marika was reduced to a quivery lump of aroused flesh.
"Fuck yourself," he urged. "Up, down, do it now!"
The dark-haired enchantress began rising and falling faster and faster, fucking herself on the rigid length parting her pussy lips. She blinked sweat from her eyes and stared down at the ground. Sucking in her breath expanded her tits.
Roger rubbed over her boobs and gave her even more stimulation. When he began pinching her nipples, she came. Hard. Everything about fucking in the airplane was new and wondrously different for her. And best of all was the cock sliding in and out of her so fast and with so much passion.
Marika rocked and moaned and ground her hips down into his lap to get as much sexual thrill as possible. Marika wasn't sure if she hit the peak desire of which she was capable-but it didn't matter. It was enough to get her off with as big an orgasm as she'd ever let rip through her tender young body.
"Wow," she said, leaning back in Roger's arms. It took her several seconds to realize his prick was still hard inside her. She could fuck herself all over!
She started to lift and drop, but he pushed her into the seat beside him.
"Suck me off," he said. "I love the feel of lips all over my cock."
Marika stared at the wand jerking with lust just inches away, but she felt as if there had to be more. She licked along his shaft and tasted her own juices, then sat up.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A parachute. Some guys were skydiving and left it behind."
"A complete rig?" Marika expertly checked it, then began getting it on. The straps chafed her naked flesh, but she hardly noticed. Cinching it up in the crotch applied pressure to her most delicate flesh and gave a feeling un-like any she could get from fucking.
"What are you doing? It takes months of training before you can skydive."
"I used to dive. It was fun, until the instructor left. I wanted to get it on with him while we were in midair but we never did."
"I can't dive out with you!" Roger protested. "The plane would crash! It costs too damn much to lose over a quick screw-and it would be. You won't be in the air more than a few minutes."
"I've got some other ideas," Marika said. She felt the wind whipping at her skirt as she opened the plane door. The air slid up her legs and gusted over her moist pussy, giving her new sexual thrills. The wind wasn't as good as a man's mouth-or a woman's!-eating her out, but it was different.
She and Julie had agreed to get out of their rut and into life! This was really living dangerously!
She bent over and caught up Roger's prick in her mouth. Her legs dangling out the door where the wind whirled past, she starting giving him a blow job he would never forget.
For all that, it was a blow job she would never forget. His cock was warm and mouthwatering as she ran her tongue around the tip. Her tongue snared a tiny drop of pre-cum beading up at the pinprick. Marika savored it as she ran her fingers up and down the thick organ.
It took only a few minutes of avid sucking before Roger's cock started to buck and dance around. She cradled the hairy bag holding his balls and lightly teased them. From the tumbling, she knew he was getting ready to blow like a volcano.
Marika applied her mouth to the end of his cock and sucked for all she was worth. Rewarded by a scrumptious outpouring of jism, she lapped and sucked and got as much of it as she possibly could. When he started turning limp, she shoved herself away.
"Marika, don't," he said.
"See you below!"
She kicked hard against the side of the plane and sailed out, free falling in the air. She spun around and around, then righted herself. The air whistled between her legs, past her gooey twat and into her face. Her tits pressed flat from air pressure and she felt more alive than she ever had before.
Her fingers probed under the thick straps at her crotch. She rubbed hard over her clit and aroused herself to the point of orgasm. When she opened her chute, it jerked hard against her pussy and set her off in a big way.
Moaning, sobbing with lust, the dark-haired Marika floated to the ground. She hit hard, rolled and got up, wondering how she would get back to the airport and Roger and his lovely cock.
It had been a great day-so far.