David Crane - Family love

"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…

Like a dragon awakening in a cave, the great cock began to stir in Debby's mouth. It had lain dormant through the night. Now, with early light blocking patterns on the wall, it came to life in that oral lair, ready once again to go into the world and devour maidens, slay knights, terrify the populace with its fiery snout. Dan was still asleep, but the effects of the alcohol he'd swilled down had left him, and his prick woke before his brain – for his brain rested only in a hard skull, while his cock was bedded in soft, warm mouth. It was small wonder that his prick renounced the world of slumber first.

The knob began to expand while, at the other end, linked by the fat stalk, his balls started to fill with cream. Debby's head still rested on his belly. She had retained his prick in her mouth throughout the night, but the shaft had been soft and pliable, bending this way and that as she mouthed it in her sleep. Now that shaft began to straighten. Inexorably, remorselessly, it broadened and grew hard and stiffened into a rod. Since one end of the rod was in her mouth and the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, his stiffening prick began to slide right back into her throat. Lodging there, it moved her head higher up his belly, like a crowbar lifting a stone.

Debby frowned in her sleep.

Her lips pulled on his prick and her tongue began to stir sluggishly around it. Half-awake, she was convinced that she must be dreaming – and a wonderful dream it was, too. She was dreaming that she had a mouthful of cock meat, hard, hot and juicy, all set to be milked.

She was trying very hard not to wake up. She wanted very much to finish that dream, to swallow the phantom jism of her dream-lover before dreary reality took its place in her life.

She was losing the battle.

Damn! She was waking up.

But strangely enough, as sleep left her, that dream-cock seemed to become more concrete, more real. How could that be? An incubus could not exist in the waking world. Yet bigger, it got, and harder. It got hotter. It was starting to throb and pulse, stuffing her mouth brimful of the tasty texture of seething prick.