David Crane - Family love

It would require perfect timing.

She would have to judge the moment, the time when he lingered on the verge of awakening yet still slumbered. Then she could milk his prick hastily and escape before he woke.

How would she know?

Suppose she were to fall asleep herself? What if his cock suddenly bloomed into a beautiful tower of rock-hard meat – and she slept through it?

She thought about drinking some coffee to help her stay awake through her vigil, taking an exploratory suck on his prick from time to time to see if there was any reaction. But she knew that might prove a long and frustrating night and that by the time his cock was ready to be sacked off she might be too sleepy to enjoy it. Anyhow, she didn't like coffee – it was a damned poor substitute for the precious fluid that she wanted to drink.

Then the clever girl had a brilliant idea!

She would sleep with his cock in her mouth!

It solved the problem perfectly. As soon as his prick began to grow and harden in her mouth, it was certain to wake her up. Then she could proceed to milk it at her leisure and escape from the room before he woke.

Debby was delighted by her cleverness.

She rested her cheek on his hard belly, using it like a pillow, and softly slurped two inches of cockhead and shaft into her greedy mouth.

She sucked lazily.

A prick was a perfect pacifier. The naughty nymph had never been so comfortable in bed before. She slowly inhaled and exhaled on that fat mouthful.

Soon she was soundly asleep.

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.