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CHAPTER NINE

The early flight to Florida was only half full and Margie and Raymond had seats to themselves towards the back of the plane. Raymond kept smiling at her in a strange way. Margie wondered about that. In fact, she wondered about several aspects of his behavior since she had returned to his apartment the evening before. He seemed to have changed now that he had her to himself in this semi-permanent arrangement.

For one thing, he had refused to fuck her. He had sucked her cunt all night long, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm and then, when his tongue was raw and his jaw was tired, he had produced a dildo – a big rubber dick – and he had fucked her ass with that.

But when she begged him to give her his cock, he refused, looking mysterious.

"I'm saving my cum up for something special," he told her. "I want to have a huge load built up for tomorrow."

And plead as she would, Raymond steadfastly refused to use his prick on her cunt or in her mouth.

His whole attitude had altered.

Margie had usually taken the initiative in their sex, in the past. He had always been willing to do whatever she wanted, to let her dominate. Now he seemed to want to play the dominant role, himself – almost a slave and master sort of situation. She supposed it was because he had her in his keeping now, because she did not have to return home to her husband. He felt that he possessed her. Margie wasn't sure she cared for his new attitude at all.

The stewardess was a bouncy, sexy blonde.

She had given Raymond a big smile when she served them drinks and when he summoned her again Margie assumed he wanted another drink.

But he requested a blanket.

The plane was warm. What on earth did he want with a blanket? Margie wondered.

But the stewardess grinned understandingly. "Going to join the Mile High Club?" she asked.

"Precisely," said Raymond.

The stewardess went to get the blanket. "What's this Mile High Club?" Margie asked.

"You'll see, darling," Raymond said, grinning.

The blonde attendant returned and handed Raymond the blanket, still smiling.

"Have fun," she said.

"Are you a member?" he asked.

"Oh yes. I'm a charter member – I do pilots," she said. She gave Margie a big wink and moved away.

Raymond spread the blanket out over his lap.

"Well?" Margie asked.

"This is what I've been saving up my jism for," he told her. "I've never joined the club before and I wanted to do it in style."

"Do what?"

"Get blowed in the air," he said.

Margie gasped.

"You don't think that I'm going to go down on you right here on the airplane?"

"You assuredly are, my dear."

"I will not! What if someone notices?"

"That's what the blanket is for, Margie – to satisfy your seemly modesty."

"But – they'll still know, if they see the blanket bobbing up and down!"

"That's part of the fun," he said. "It makes the other passengers jealous."

Margie was astounded at this idea. In a way it had great appeal – the charm of depravity.

But she was already blushing as she considered it. It would be mortifying if someone saw. The stewardess already knew and that was bad enough. How could she bring her head out from under that blanket afterwards, if everyone else knew what she had been doing under it?

"Wait until we get to Florida," she said.

"Do it now!"

"And if I don't?"

He grinned but his eyes were cold.

"In that case, I expect the stewardess will."

"Oh!" she cried, jealous before the fact. Was he serious? Margie knew what a lovely load he would have stored up by that time and she certainly didn't want any damned stewardess to get to swallow it.

"Well…" she said, doubtfully. "Promise that you'll be quiet if I do it? You won't moan or thrash around or anything that will draw attention to it?"

"Of course not," Raymond said – but his strange smile had become a smirk.

Margie decided to do it and as soon as she made that decision she began to like the idea. Perversion had a certain quality that appealed to her nature and it was only right that a womanlike Margie join the. Mile High Club. It would certainly be a wonderful thing to tell her husband, when she got back! Dan would have a hard-on for a week, when she described how she had given a blow job on the airplane!

Little did Margie know that that was going to be the least of the things that she would have to tell, after that week in Florida?

At the Cartwright house, Debby was sound asleep with her mouth stuffed full of her dad's dick, and on the airplane Debby's mother slipped her head under the blanket and discovered that Raymond's big prick was already sticking out from his pants and that it was hard as a stone.

This wasn't a bad idea at that!

She began to suck with pleasure on the fat knob, anticipating the load of cum to follow and pleased now that Raymond had stored it up overnight.

The blanket rose and fell. Muffled, moist slurpings could be heard from under it.

Two seats ahead, a big, bald fellow turned around.

Raymond and this man had exchanged a sign as they boarded the plane, a secret club sign about which Margie knew nothing, and now Raymond nodded to the fellow. The man grinned and got up. His pants were sticking out with his hard-on, for he had been playing with his prick in expectation of this moment. Members of this arcane club were always known to be generous, and the big stranger was traveling alone. The man came down the aisle.

This movement did not escape the eye of the sexy blonde stewardess, and it gave her such a vicarious thrill that she went into the cockpit and swallowed the pilot's cock.

The stranger slid into the seat next to Margie.

He and Raymond shook hands and mouthed silent introductions, as the blanket went steadily up and down between them.

Then the stranger produced his prick.

It was not as long as Raymond's, but it was long enough and plenty thick and Raymond nodded approvingly.

The man pulled part of the blanket over his lap.

Raymond reached under and took Margie gently by the head. He lifted her face off his prick. Margie, unaware that they were now in company, tried to get back down on that succulent feast, whimpering with frustration.

"Give it to me," she hissed. "Damn you! I'm hungry for your prick!"

Raymond, gently but forcefully, moved her head.

Then he lowered her head and a cock slipped into her mouth and she began to suck automatically.

How in hell did Raymond manage to switch seats so fast? she wondered. She supposed that he had done it so that they would be concealed better. How thoughtful of him! She sucked merrily away. Raymond's cock didn't seem as large as it usually was, but it was tasty as could be and she gobbled away, eager to drink his spunk.

Suddenly her mouth was filled with cream. She gulped it down hungrily, a little disappointed that he had not hosed her with a bigger wad, considering how long he had been saving it up.

The cock began to soften in her lips.

Raymond said, "Finished?"

"Not unless you are," Margie said, for she naturally assumed he was talking to her.

But the stranger, a contented smile on his face, nodded his reply.

Once again, Raymond lifted Margie's head and shifted it across.

Going down, she found his cock to be huge once again, and hard as a nail. How in hell did he manage to change seats that way, without her noticing? And why had his cock got smaller for awhile?

She supposed it must have something to do with the air pressure or the altitude.

But she was delighted to find it ready for more sucking, and suck she did. All of a sudden, he blew such a gout of jism into her throat that her head was blown right off his knob and the blanket fell off… And Margie realized what had happened! "My God!" she cried. "You…"

But he dragged her head down again and fucked up into her mouth and poured another mighty load into her head – that lovely load to which she had been looking forward.

It tasted so good that, despite the circumstances, Margie simply had to keep sucking until he was dry as a bone.

"I want to thank you, ma'am," the stranger said.

Margie glared at him.

"I'll never forgive you for this," she said to Raymond, her eyes flashing with anger.

He grinned disarmingly.

"Nonsense. You loved it," he told her.

Her anger faded away then. She had, in fact, loved it. She never would have done it, had she known – but sucking off two men at once certainly was pleasant and tasty.

She managed to smile.

"Well – if it doesn't bother you…" she said. "We're going to have lots of fun in Florida, darling," he told her, suggestively.

"If you expect me to blow any man you choose…"

"Then blow them, you will," he finished for her.

Margie stared at him in amazement. She had never realized the extent of his depravity. Despite her mortification's at having sucked a mystery prick, she was suddenly filled with lust at the thought of blowing half the population of Miami. If it didn't bother Raymond, why should she mind?

She said, "If that's what you want, Raymond."

"It is. And other things."

Margie couldn't imagine what those other things might be but she was eager to find out.

Oh, what a holiday this was going to be!

Raymond turned to the stranger.

"Have you noticed any other club members on board?" he asked the satisfied-looking fellow.

"Why, yes. Two others, now that you ask."

"Would you be kind enough to issue invitations?"

"Sure thing," said the man.

He left his seat and wept down the row.

Margie gaped at Raymond. Raymond gave her a reassuring smile. After a moment a tall, thin man came and sat down beside them. Raymond and he shook hands. They ignored Margie. Then the man opened his fly and hauled his cock out. It was a nice cock, one of those types that taper all the way from root to tip and seemed to be designed for prying into tight places – like virgin assholes, for instance. Margie stared at it, wondering if she should put her foot down in refusal or her head down in submission. But then, as she looked, a blob of tasty-looking spunk oozed from that tapered cockhead and it was enough to convince the cum-hungry adulteress that she might as well make the most of this bizarre situation.

She blew the tall fellow and enjoyed it.

When the next man took his place beside her, Margie had fallen into the routine and she never hesitated for a moment before she went down on him.

This fellow was not as potent as the others, and instead of spurting into her mouth he merely oozed out a bubbling trickle, hardly a mouthful at all. But Margie didn't mind, because by then she was so full of cum that she felt as if she could float, like a balloon, without needing the airplane at all. For once in her life, she had had enough cum.

But Raymond had become inspired again, as he watched her milk those pricks and, after all, he was her lover and she had a certain obligation to him.

Margie sucked Raymond off again.

He poured a rope of jism into her mouth, and by the time she finished swallowing it she felt that she could not drink another drop.

But she didn't have to, then.

All that cocksucking took time. By the time she finished milking Raymond's mighty prick for the second time, they were no longer performing the rites of the club, for they were no longer over a mile high – they were landing in Miami.

It was a bumpy landing, because the blonde stewardess was sucking on the pilot's prick like a vacuum cleaner and brought him off just as they touched down. But he was a skilled flyer and brought them down safely, if with some discomfort. By the time Raymond and Margie left the plane, the stewardess was at the door, and she gave them a big wink and poked out the tip of her pink tongue, upon which pilot cum glistened. It had been quite a flight.

Raymond and Margie went out into the Florida sunshine – and into the shadow of total depravity…