Chapter 2
On the return flight, Lazara observed the other stewardesses more closely, and she saw them actually flirting with one or two selected passengers. She was also aware of two passengers making unseen grabs at her buttocks, and when the plane landed back at Kennedy International she realized if she intended to remain a stewardess, she would have to follow the unwritten laws whether she liked it or not. What convinced her was something she saw on the ground.
After her return flight, she went to the office of the vice president in charge of Operations, wanting to request a transfer to a flight that didn't go south. She discovered that Marilyn had gotten there before her to probably answer the charges against the pilot and co-pilot concerning a small skid when the plane had landed. Lazara had shut the door to the outer office and was about to knock at the inner office door, being entirely alone in the outer office, when she noticed the door was slightly ajar and voices were coming from the inner office.
Peering into the inner office, she saw Ralph Plank, the V.P. standing in front of his desk, leaning against it, his arms folded in front of him. He was a short, grey-haired man, and his suit matched the color of his hair. Marilyn was standing in front of him, a little to the side so that Lazara was able to see what was going on.
"It was not the pilot's fault," Marilyn insisted. "You know Daryn Purcell by now. He's the most capable pilot this airline has. Your giving him this run at the present time is really uncalled for. The man works hard, he's sober, industrious, and just because he's black is not a reason for you or anyone else to pick on him. There was probably an oil slick on the runway."
"Then you're willing to assure me there was no hanky panky going on at the time?" Plank asked.
"Hanky panky? What do you mean?" Marilyn was looking up at him with her wide eyes, a slight tinge of color creeping into her cheeks.
"Were you sucking that man's cock?" Ralph asked, and Lazara, still standing outside the door, was taken completely aback.
"Are you serious?" Marilyn asked, staring with incredulity at him. "When I'm on a plane I work. I certainly wouldn't do something like that at a critical time, like when the plane is landing."
"We used to have a stew here who got her kicks from doing things like that," Ralph insisted. "And you have a reputation for giving the best head around."
"Let me hasten to assure you I was nowhere near the cockpit at that time," Marilyn insisted. "In fact, none of the girls were. The only way that skid could have been caused would be by a slick spot on the runway, and you'll have to admit Daryn handled the plane beautifully, pulling out of it, correcting his direction, and doing it so well that most of the passengers were unaware anything was wrong,"
She straightened her shoulders, aware the vice president was locking his eyes on her breasts.
"Where were you at the time?" Ralph asked.
Marilyn looked worried for the first time. As the senior stewardess on Trans-Universal Airlines she had no intention of allowing herself to lose her enviable position.
"What kind of question is that?" Marilyn asked. "I was in my seat, strapped down, like all the other girls. In fact, I was just about to remove my safety belt when we went into the skid."
"I suppose someone saw you?"
"Three other stews saw me," Marilyn insisted. "I was nowhere near Daryn and Alvarez at the time of landing."
Ralph Plank was still looking at her seriously, and as Lazara watched, completely entranced, Marilyn reached down with one hand placing it flatly on the bulge of the man's fly.
"Please Ralph," she said to him, "you have to believe me." Her fingers tightened around his penis and it grew almost immediately as she squeezed. "I'm telling the truth."
Ralph's eyes suddenly softened as Marilyn knelt in front of him. He stared down into her lovely face with its wide-set eyes, and pouting, sensual mouth. Her cupid's bow lip was moist and separated from the lower lip to reveal beautiful white teeth as she flashed the seductive smile only she seemed to know how to turn on.
"I believe you," Ralph Plank nodded, and another shiver swept through him as she squeezed his throbbing penis even harder. A second thrill burst through him as she tugged open his zipper, pulling it down very, very slowly as he remained leaning against the desk. A shuddering heat wave of lust burst through his swollen testicles.
"I was always under the impression you and I had a lot in common," Marilyn said, softly, as she edged her fingers under the bottom of his shirt into the top of his undershorts. Her eyes glittered ferally as if hungry to see his throbbing penis.
Lazara stared, awed by the scene. Sex was something totally unreal to her. She had always imagined people performing it by flitting quickly together like birds. It never occurred to her they might actually touch or hold or fondle one another, nor did she realize how real it all was. She watched, completely entranced, unable to move.
"We do have a lot in common," Ralph agreed as he looked into the loosely opened top of her gold uniform, straight down to her bra-less breasts as she bent forward. The nipples were taut little fingers straining to be touched. He studied them longingly, another blast of flaring heat bursting through his swollen testicles as her cool, soft fingers continued clasping his exposed penis, making it shiver with lust.
Marilyn rubbed the stiff column once or twice, then, very slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, she slowly, deliberately released it and concentrated more on his clothing. Undoing his belt, she carefully dropped his expensive suitpants, her fingers moving to the top of his shorts, her long, sensuous nails touching the man's bare flesh, scraping it and making him shudder a little until she at last pried the elastic down past his hips. Only then did her eyes widen, revealing the excitement that was insanely coursing through her throbbing arteries. "Lord!" she whispered, her hands once more clutching the purple-domed shaft. "You have to have one of the all-time beautiful cocks. This is really something."
A tremulous spasm shot through Ralph Plank. The woman caught at his dangling testicles, yanking on them, shutting her closed hand around them before pushing them back. His upthrust phallus now hovered less than an inch from her face. Ralph stifled a choking sound as the head stewardess used one hand to caress and fondle the stolid poker. It was vibratingly pulsing, the lavender tip shimmering with the oily seepage he was leaking.
Marilyn pushed a little harder on the clump that was his balls, dreamily murmuring, "This was my first important cock, and the one I still relish and cherish the most." She spoke in a soft, dreamy voice, her eyes wide and veiled with mounting lust.
Ralph was having more than a little difficulty controlling himself. The way this woman's fingers tauntingly teased and thrilled the entire length of his penis, together with the firm hold her other hand had on his swollen balls, was driving him to the brink of insanity.
"You were the first woman to ever suck it," he gasped, spreading his thighs to give her more room. Without thinking, he reached down to unbutton the top of her gold uniform.
"Easy, Ralph-darling," the woman whispered. "I know you're aching to see them."
Lazara noticed Marilyn was staring at the head of Ralph's cock as if hypnotized by the sightless eye in the middle. A tiny blob of seminal oil had formed, and the head stewardess stared with hunger, running her tongue wetly across her lips. Ralph finally got the top of her uniform open, his hands grabbing at the fully ripened swells that were her breasts. "Lord!" he gasped as his fingers sank solidly into the rounded firmness of her mammarial flesh, then moved to the stabbing nipples which had since become fully stiffened and erect, as if waiting to be orally caressed.
"When was the last time this lovely cock was sucked?" Marilyn asked.
Lazara felt excited. She had always been led to believe something like this was totally depraved, yet here was one woman she admired more than anxious to do it to an important company executive who obviously didn't consider it such a depravity. She noticed the way the head stewardess continually caressed and fondled the man's penis and testicles, with loving care, and it occurred to Lazara that Marilyn wasn't merely doing this because she had to. She actually liked it. She was doing what she wanted to do. The ways of the world she had to learn might be depraved in the eyes of her own family, but the rest of the world seemed to love it. The way Marilyn stared at, and caressed, his throbbing penis always aroused and excited Ralph. The way her eyes suddenly took on a dreamy quality as she studied the swollen organ built the arousal that much higher in him.
"YOU WERE . . . HUUUNNHHH . . . THE LAST ONE TO . . . UHHHH . . . SUCK IT!" he gasped, reaching down, pulling on her pebbly nipples, twisting them until she ought to have been screaming in pain. Marilyn never even noticed.
Looking up, she stared at Ralph's face, and said, "That long ago?"
Ralph nodded his head.
"None of the other girls here are willing to suck it?"
"None of the other girls here even go to bed with me," he gasped, shaking his head as beads of perspiration broke out all over his high forehead.
"Well, why didn't you call me?" Marilyn asked, her eyes riveted to the globule of oily lubrication, a yearning for it filling her throat. Her face moved closer and her nostrils quivered at the first musky scent of his throbbing penis, and she was once more filled with overwhelming desire. Before Ralph was able to do or say anything, her pink tongue suddenly darted out like that of an asp, catching the tight knot on the underside of Ralph's pulsating cock.
Ralph gasped, uttering a cry of total, utter pleasure. He fondled the woman's small but rounded breasts, bunching them tightly together, kneading them with his fingers. He shut his eyes, waiting for the return of Marilyn's tongue.
This time the tongue lingered, licking gently, delicately, at the man's pulsating length of cock. With her fingers she forced it into an up position so that the enormous bulb looked like an onion on top of a celery stalk. Her wet, flat tongue licked up, then slurped down, taking its time, wetting the upthrust length of penis as far as her fingers would permit. Once again she licked her way up, her eyes settling on the throbbing, pulsating head to watch first one and then another oily droplet of his sex seepage exude itself from what looked like a winking eye.
Ralph tugged on her breasts, trying to yank the head stewardess to her feet. Her nipples were firm bullets by now, and her flesh was unbelievably warm and as smooth as satin.
"Not here, not now," Marilyn whispered to him, and continued using her tongue to lick all over his penis as the hand she had gripping his testicles felt the first glimmer of a nerve-wracked spasm that would blossom into an orgasm. "You're too much on edge," she told him. "If you tried fucking me now, you'd cum before you were all the way inside me. Let me take the edge off, then this evening stop by at my apartment and we can do it correctly."
Marilyn began licking faster, and was rewarded with a heavier quantity of oily seepage. It fell, cascading down over the rim of Ralph Plank's penis where she was able to snap it avidly between her pursed lips.
Ralph, unable to stand the tension, released her breasts and gripped her hair with his hands, grasping little clumps as the shuddering rage in his swelling balls mounted higher and higher to the limit of his endurance. A second later he was staring with glazed eyes, fascinated as Marilyn moved her face directly over his straining penis, and he gave his first gasping cry as her heatedly moist mouth tantalizingly closed around his throbbing instrument, her tongue starting to methodically lash the underside in a rhythm he had come to know and love.
He gripped her short brown hair more tightly, tugging on it as one would on the reins of a horse, yanking her face closer to his aching groin. The swollen head of his penis was now halfway into her mouth and she was washing it again and again with her lips and tongue. Her forehead was now resting against the hairs of his pelvic mound and she moved her other hand, still clinging to and squeezing his testicles with both hands now, in a rhythmic milking action. Her eyes were tightly closed and she stifled an urge to take the full length of his pulsing rod all the way into her mouth She began a gentle to-and-fro motion, instead. Her warm, womanly lips caressed the coronal rim of his glans, popping it in and out, in and out, making Ralph jerk so much he almost lost control of himself.
The harder Ralph pulled and tugged on her hair, the more deliberate were her motions. Her lovely breasts hung down like ripe clusters of fruit, and he let go of her hair with one hand to reach under her shapely body and pull at the delightfully swollen mammary.
Marilyn moved a little lower now that he was arched. His weighty balls had swollen into a doughy clump that was a bloated, hairy mass. The tip of his cock was rhythmically throbbing and all set to unleash its load. She timed it carefully, his hand on her swollen breast almost driving her out of her mind. Marilyn was unable to understand why Ralph was so shy. He had the position, and he'd probably be able to get any stew he wanted, yet he had never been forward with one of them.
The only reason she was with him as often as she was, was her own initiative, and this was why she was head stewardess.
"HHHHHHUUUNNNGGGGHHHH . . . AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHGGGHHH!" Ralph gasped as Marilyn edged forward a little more to take the initial spurts of sperm into her hungry throat. Now she finally allowed the full length of his throbbing penis into her mouth, her lips tightly drawing along the length of it as it pushed against her throat.
Ralph startled her by thrusting his hips forward, and the dome of his spurting cock pushed into her esophagus, catching her by surprise, making her gag. She swallowed quickly, the thrilling taste of his semen spurring her on. She sucked strongly, clutching his testicles tightly in a vain attempt to delay the man's spurious shootings. For a moment it seemed to work and she sucked him again, ignoring his moans and groans along with the violent squeezings of her breast. A moment later she had fallen into a regular rhythm, her lovely cheeks deflating and swelling as the man's rigid penis slammed delightedly into her clinging gullet.
Ralph realized it was foolish to continue playing with her breasts, and he stood back, gripping her hair all the more tightly in the clutch of his closed fists. His head was flung way back and he was staring at the ceiling as his world finally, thrillingly, delightfully fell apart. He tried not to ram his cock too strenuously down her throat, but her mouth and tongue were already a well-oiled machine. His testicles were swollen to the bursting point, and his cock, which had been coming and then stopped by the pressure of her fingers, was strained beyond belief. He held off as long as possible, and then the explosion ripped them totally apart as his body gave up, turning into a writhing, wriggling, twisting series of shuddering spasms over which he had absolutely no control.
"YYYAAGGHHHAAARRGGHHUNGHH!" he gasped, choking as his saliva caught in his own throat.
Marilyn began gulping down the heavy cascade of steamy sperm, at the same time permitting her oral digit to rampantly lick along the underside of the man's throbbingly bursting penis. The sweet liquid motions of the battering ram in her mouth pushed against hidden nerve-endings in her gullet, and combined with the power of his spurts, set her off. Her own, "CHHHAAANNNAAARRRAAA UUUGGGHHH AA AW WWUUMMPHHH!" was lost in the loudness of Ralph Plank's echoing bellow.
Marilyn didn't know why, but this man's penis had the ability to make her cum when it was in her throat, which was something no other cock had ever done for her. She put it down to the fact that she felt reverential about Ralph Plank, perhaps because she knew he didn't flaunt his masculinity all over the place. She liked that. Maybe that was why his come tasted so delicious. She sucked hungrily at it, and afterward, took her time lapping at his balls and his cock until she made certain she had every last drop of it.
Lazara stared in amazement, not realizing Marilyn's emotional feelings for Ralph Plank. She assumed this was something all women did with all men, and that all of them enjoyed it equally.
"Come on," a voice whispered softly in her ear. "You don't want to be caught being a Peeping Thomasina."
Turning, she found herself facing Daryn Purcell. Nodding, she walked away with him. He had one arm firmly around her shoulder and he was smiling at her.
Once out of the outer office and back inside the terminal, Daryn said to her, "Sex is something you do, not something you watch, honey. If you want to learn what it's all about, don't go spying on everyone else. Just come to me."
"I don't think I'm ready for that, yet," Lazara told him.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twenty-two," she replied.
"Honey, you were probably ready ten years ago, but just didn't know it. Look, I'm not the kinda guy who forces himself on a chick. You'll be a lot safer with me than you will with someone else."
"Is this really what everyone at the airlines does?" Lazara asked as they stepped outside and he hailed a cab.
"At the airlines?" he asked. "Baby, this is what everyone everywhere does. It's the most natural thing in the world. Sooner or later it happens to all of us, unless you want to become a nun."
"I hear that even some nuns do it on the sly," Lazara said as they got into the cab.
"Like the song says, everybody does it. Come on, let's get something to eat, then I'll take you home, because you're all shaken up. Where d'you live?"
"With my folks in Roosevelt," she told him.
"On Long Island?"