10 comments/ 90469 views/ 33 favorites Making the Watermelon Queen By: westerntiger A Dylan James Adventure This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. * Dylan sprinted toward the gate just as the agent made the final boarding call for Delta flight 4846 to Los Angeles. He had just made it through security and run most to the way to the gate. He handed his first class ticket to the agent, who frowned at him and said. "We were just about to close the doors." Dylan nodded and moved on down the breezeway. He was sweating just a little. His plane from Raleigh/Durham had landed on Concourse D, and his connecting flight was on Concourse A. The Atlanta airport is pretty easy to get around if you have enough time -- but if you are running late. It is a total nightmare. As he went down the walkway to the airplane, the old phrase about "...if you go to hell, you have to change planes in Atlanta" came to mind. The female flight attendant took his ticket at the door, "Please take your seat at once." He moved to his seat, 4C on the aisle. He quickly stored his bag in the overhead and sat down in his first class seat. Now taking a deep breath he began to relax a little, he glanced around a bit and didn't see anyone in first class but a couple of people. It really didn't surprise him, since it was the red eye and it was mid-week. There was a young man in the front row reading a novel, and a young woman across the aisle from him by the window working on her lap-top. He took a casual notice of her. She seemed very well-built from what little light was around at the moment. As he buckled in, the flight attendant asked him if he wanted something to drink right then. He ordered a scotch neat, and she frowned. As she moved to the galley, he pulled the airline magazine from its pocket. The engines roared and the plane jerked as it backed out. She brought the drink back with a napkin, and moved off to conduct her duties. He was not looking forward to this flight; it was going to be very long to LA tonight, almost six hours. He had already been in the air for two hours from Durham so this was going to be a long ass night. He was tired and had a full day tomorrow back at the office getting ready for a new stunt on the next "Hellboy" movie. He had been doing some free-lance stunt work on a commercial shot in North Carolina at the De Laurentus Studios, and it had been a very long week and half. He was glad to be getting back, but he could feel the weariness in his bones. As he took a sip of the scotch, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the young girl turning off her lap-top and putting it up. He unconsciously watched her put it in a back pack and stick it under the seat in front of her. She looked up and smiled at him, the dim light catching her face. He smiled back and looked forward. As he took another sip, he thought to himself, "Jesus. She is absolutely stunning." The flight attendant started doing her spiel about exits and buckles, and Dylan zoned out as the big jet lumbered down the runway. He closed his eyes as the warmth of the liquor spread through his body. The attendant droned on followed by the captain's own spiel—'we'd be right on time for taking off, and things looked smooth, blah, blah.' They sat on the runway for just a few moments and then the giant 747 roared down the runway and up into the sky. Dylan hated takeoffs, didn't really care for flying. For a professional stuntman, it was really a very silly fear, but one that he had none the less. He took another sip of his drink, closed his eyes and breathed. As the plane started climbed, Dylan looked out the window watching Atlanta grow smaller and smaller in the evening darkness. After banking several times and continuing to rise, the plane finally began leveling off from its climb and Dylan breathed a small sigh of relief. He took another deep sip of the warm dark scotch and leaned his head back against the seat. "Are you a nervous flier?" the young woman whispered to him from across the aisle. Dylan turned his head and saw her staring at him with a concerned look on her face. He smiled at her and shrugged, "Always like that during takeoffs." She nodded and turned back to her window. That time he had been able to take a much better look at her. Her face was truly beautiful. She had straight black hair, dark eyebrows, deep, blue eyes, and smooth olive skin. Her lips were full and pouty. She wore a short blue jean skirt, which showed off her gorgeous legs, and a tight green top that clung to a pair of huge breasts that seemed to strain against the thin material. On her tiny frame they seemed impossibly big compared to her slim waist. She had sandals on her small feet with brightly painted red toenails. He thought he could make out the points of her nipples pushing through her t-shirt in the dim light. As he stared at her astonishing tits, the brunette stared out the plane window and Dylan watched each rise and fall of her large round breasts up and down slowly. He stared at them for a lot longer than he should have. She turned and caught him staring and gave him a brief but worried smile. She quickly turned back to the window. As she did her black hair danced delightfully, picking up the dim lights from the overhead lighting. He nodded back too late. She had seen him leering at her and now she was nervous. "Smooth," Dylan berated himself as he turned and looked out his window. But her beauty and her tits had gotten his attention and made his cock painfully hard. He finished with the airline magazine, putting it back in the seat pocket, and killed the last of his scotch. When the seat-belt sign was turned off and the pilot did his cruising altitude babble, the attendant came down the aisle and asked if he would like another drink. He nodded yes. After she moved away, he got up and made for the restroom in the front part of the cabin. In the tiny bathroom, the tall stuntman freed his painfully hard 9 inch monster and began to take a whiz. It relieved the pressure on his cock, and it shrunk to normal size (for him). As he returned to his seat, the young woman looked up as he passed and smiled again. While he was gone she had pulled out her bag and began working on her lap-top again. There were papers spread out on the seat next to her as she typed away. He sat down and the attendant gave him his second scotch. The young girl ordered a Coke from the attendant as he took another long sip of scotch. He put the glass down on his tray table, and the slight motion of the plane and the soft noise of the engines were starting to make him doze off. "How are you doing? Less nervous?" he heard and he opened his eyes. For a moment he was disoriented, but then realized that the dark haired young woman was speaking to him. He turned toward her. "Oh, fine. Thank you." "Just making sure,' she smiled. Her fingers toyed with the keys on the laptop. She seemed eager to talk. "I'm Dylan." "Hi," she said softly, looking up, "nice to meet you. I'm Brandi." She had a Southern accent, and a thick one at that. Dylan took a sip of his drink. "Like your scotch?" she said. "When it's around," he grinned. Dylan looking at the paper work, "Are you working on a report?" "No, I teach third grade, and I have to do my lesson plan for next week." "Oh." He thought to himself, "...a school teacher flying first class? How can she afford it?" About that time, the stewardess returned with her soda. She moved to the front and sat down next to the young man in the front row. They began to speak to each other at once. Dylan noticed that and filed it away somewhere in his brain. "Cheers," he motioned to Brandi and raised the cup to his mouth. "Cheers," she said, and took a small sip. "So what's in LA, a wedding or something?" he asked. The scotch was beginning to cloud his thoughts, and he really could not think of anything else to ask. "I am going out for business," she said with a big smile. "Are you from LA?" "Yeah, I work in the film business. Just flying home from a long job." "That must be exciting." "Well, not tonight. Tonight it is just tiring," he said more harshly then he intended. Brandy looked at him for a moment and nodded. She returned to her typing and Dylan realized he had just killed the conversation. He sipped his scotch knowing that he had blown a clear chance to talk to her. He stared out his window as the dark night sailed by at 35,000 feet, and thought to himself he was way off his game. She was probably on her first trip to West Coast and was excited. She just wanted to talk. He mentally kicked himself and continued looking out the window. He was starting to get drowsy again when he noticed she was getting out of her seat. He watched as this long limbed beauty moved up the aisle and toward the lavatory in the front. He was entranced at the sight of her beautiful ass as it moved back and forth in her tight jean skirt. While she was gone, he looked over at her seat and noticed a small emblem on her back pack that read "Ms. Watermelon Queen 2008". Was she a beauty queen? That made sense, she certainly was pretty enough. His tired mind returned to a brief affair he had with Ms. Georgia a few years before when they had worked together. He was lost in the memories when Brandy came out of the lavatory. He watched her start down the aisle, and then she bent down to talk to the flight attendant and the young guy in the front row. She nodded to something that was said, and moved back to her seat. He decided to try once again or this was going to be a very long flight. He really didn't think he was going to pick her up, but he always enjoyed flirting with women and he had nothing to read. So why not? "Did she say anything interesting," Dylan asked as she sat down. "Oh, just that if we wanted anything to let her know. That is her boyfriend and she is just sitting with him." She immediately went to work with her laptop ignoring him. "Hey, I am sorry. I really did not mean to bite your head off earlier. I was just tired. I do apologize." She looked up at him for a moment, and then smiled. "It is okay, I was just worried about you. You seemed very nervous." "Thank you that is very kind of you. I have just been flying all day." Her whole face light up. He had been right. She wanted to talk about her trip. She asked him again what he did, and he started with the brief outline of what a stuntman does. The same one he gave all the time now. She hung on every word. He finally got the conversation off him and on to her. He asked her about the emblem on her back pack, and she almost exploded with glee as she talked about the beauty pageant. She talked about winning the local beauty contest, "Ms. Watermelon Queen." The people of her local church had put her up for it and she had won going away. The contest turned out to be a qualifier for the Ms. America pageants so her church again came up with the money to send her to LA to train with a pageant professional to increase her chances for winning. They had arranged for her to stay with people from another branch of her church in Los Angeles. She was excited and nervous and seemed very young. After talking for a few moments, she invited him to move across the aisle so they could talk more quietly. He said yes, and she quickly moved her items into her bag to make room for him. As he slid into the seat next to her, he watched as she crossed her legs. They were smooth and tan and flawless. His large prick jumped at the thought of sliding between those amazing thighs. As she inanely babbled on about the contest, her family, her church, and her excitement of traveling for contests, he watched her warm, wet mouth and the thought of her sweet mouth wrapped around his creaming cock made his own mouth water. As she looked at him trustingly with her wide, alluring eyes, Dylan grew more and more entranced by her beauty. After they had been talking for about 10 minutes, Dylan suddenly realized he was sitting with a true Southern Belle, the very kind of girl that he used to flee from in school. Being raised in the South as he was, he had seen this type of young girl forever. Pretty, sweet, shallow, small-minded, and one-dimensional, not her fault, it was just how she was raised. She had been raised to be a wife, mother, join the country club and go to church every Sunday. Not a bad existence, just a limited one. One that Dylan had never wanted -- that is why he had gotten out of the South. Brandi was intelligent; but she was also extremely naïve about the world and how things work. As he listened to her, he already knew what her college life had been like; sorority sisters, frat boys, prettiest girl on campus, good student, and occasional sex with her boyfriend whom she would marry upon graduation. He also knew that church and faith were extremely important to her. Coming from a small southern town, those beliefs would have shaped her life and how she saw the world. Dylan bet that she had never questioned the beliefs she was raised with. He bet that she prayed when she woke up and before she went to sleep, plus attended Bible study and the church youth group every week. She did not have a ring on her finger, but he knew she had a boyfriend. Someone who looked like that always did. Plus he knew the sex between them was terrible. Either the guy was an awful lay, or she had too many hang-ups. He smiled to himself and thought, "I should seduce her, just to give her a good orgasm." Dylan noticed the attendant getting up and moving back toward them. "I wanted to know if you two wanted anything else. If not, I was going to catch a nap up front for an hour or so. It has been a very long day." Brandi shook her head, saying she was fine. Dylan asked for two more scotches and another soda. The stewardess nodded and stepped away. "You are going to be bombed when we land if you drink all that," Brandi scolded him. "It is for both of us. She is going to sleep so this way we can keep the party going." "Dylan, I don't drink." He stared at her for a moment skeptically. "I don't anymore ... well only a little..," she confessed. "I used to be a big party girl in college and really got in trouble by drinking and partying too much. After I barely got through college, I made a promise to myself and God, that I would a better and safer life. And I have kept that promise." She was so earnest in her statement that he almost laughed at her. He really could not believe that someone that looked like her -- this incredibly pretty young woman -- was so uptight. She seemed much cut off from life. She was sweet, naïve and in for an incredible shock when she got to LA. The more Dylan watched her and listened the more he wanted to fuck her now just to see if he could break through the wall of faith and piety that she put around herself. He bet that if he could crack that shell, she was an absolute sexual tiger inside, a tiger that it would be fun trying to tame. He joked with her until the booze arrived, keeping it light. Then he poured two stiff drinks in their plastic cups and handed one to her. She took it apprehensively as if she was breaking some very important law. "Don't worry, remember someone else is driving right," he smiled as he toasted her. She tentatively brought the glass to her lips and sipped it. The strength of the liquor made her wince for a second, and then she smiled. "That tastes good. I have not had scotch since college." She took another tiny sip, and Dylan knew he had a solid chance to score her. He reached up and turned off the overhead reading light plunging their two seats into almost total blackness. The only light nearby came from the safety lights in the floor and a dim light from the galley 5 rows ahead. It created a cocoon of intimacy around them as he continued to keep the conversation on her but light. Family, teaching school, what a beauty queen does, anything to make her relaxed and drinking. The time passed quickly, while they consumed two more scotches each, when he finally realized that she was pretty drunk. The more that they talked, the more playful she became with him making jokes, touching his arm, laughing at his stories of movie sets. A playful sexual tension was building and Dylan was transfixed by her angelic beauty. Between the mix of alcohol and the flow of blood to his pulsing cock, he wanted to see if her could seduce right here. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. "So tell me about your wild days. What were you like?" She laughed at the question and looked at him for a second. "I was a total wild child. I drink, smoked pot, partied all night, and almost flunked out of school on more than occasion. My roommate and I were known to be a pair of very fun girls, if you get my drift," she took another sip of scotch and peered at him over the top of her glass. "What made you change your evil ways?" "I met my boyfriend, Wayne. He helped me change by bringing me to Jesus. I am much happier and at peace with myself. It has completely changed my life for the better." "What does he do?" "He is studying to be a minister. He is a good, good man." "Do you ever miss those old evil days?" Dylan asked as he stared at her in the darkness. "No, not really. Well," she paused for a couple of moments, "...to be honest I miss the sex. I shouldn't be telling you this. I love sex, and Wayne and I don't do it very often, because he doesn't feel that it is right before you are married." "So why don't you get married then?" "He wants to wait until he finishes his courses. That is a couple of years off." "Poor girl!" "Yeah, tell me about it." She stopped talking and took another sip of her drink, and the silence grew into a pregnant pause. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. "You are a very nice man to listen to my boring stories." "I really am not that nice. And they not that boring... So do you mind if I ask another question?" She nodded no. "What is sex like with a minister?" "Not very good actually," she giggled. He could almost see her blush in the darkness. "I said I was pretty wild in school, but I was just trying to impress you. I never did much. I was a virgin until I was 20. Hell, I have never even giving Wayne ... head. He won't let me. God, now I am embarrassed. Is there anymore to drink?" Dylan filled her glass with the last of the scotch, and watched her quickly gulp it down. She seemed really very nervous. He touched her arm and she almost jumped. "What's wrong?" "Nothing! I just should not have told you those intimate details. I was wrong, but you are a nice man to put up with me." "I told you, I am not a nice man." "Why do you keep saying that?" She asked leaning in close to him as if to comfort him. "Because I keep thinking about ..." "About what?" she asked, her voice very low. Dylan leaned in very close to her face. He could feel her soft, scotch favored breath on his face. "That attendant is gone to sleep for awhile,' he said motioning toward the front. "We are alone and undisturbed in this big dark airplane. And how much I want to kiss you." He really wanted to fuck her desperately. He was very hungry for her. His cock surged down his thigh in the darkness. She was silent. Dylan leaned forward. She saw him coming. "Please, don't," she whispered, starting to turn away. He touched her cheek, she was trembling. "We can't," she whispered. "Why not?" "It's wrong. I have a boyfriend. I don't know you. It would be wrong." He leaned in, and his lips touched hers ever so gently as her eyes fluttered closed. His lips, soft and firm, rubbed back and forth over hers. His hand cupped her chin and pulled her gently to him. Making the Watermelon Queen "Don't," she breathed, but he continued kissing her lightly, those lovely pouting lips felt delightful against his. He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, a little harder. Her lips resisted, and then open slowly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and her warm tongue entwined with his. The gentle kiss began to build in passion and heat as their tongues dueled with each other. "Dylan," she moaned, as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, his warm breath and tongue causing goose-bumps to rise all over her throat. He wanted to bite her, leave a mark, something, but knew that would be insane. Her skin was smooth and she tasted like lavender. His lips gently kissed and nipped at her neck and he felt her shudder with excitement. In the dim reflected light, he could see both her nipples were erect and pressing like two hard points though the thin material of her t-shirt. As he kissed her neck, he took one of his fingers and lightly traced the outline of one of her excited nipples. "Oh..." she groaned softly. "Please stop. If you get me started..." His hand rubbed along her left breast and gently cupped it. She closed her eyes as he massaged her massive tit. She was wonderfully full and soft and they were real. "What will happen if you get started?" He teased as he pinched her diamond hard nipple through the material of her thin t-shirt. She moaned and grabbed his hand, trembling. "We can't, please," she whispered. "Please, don't do this." His hand slid up under her shirt, pausing when it reached her bra to trace along the edge. Her breath hitched when his finger trailed over her sensitive side. "Sensitive spot?" he asked, has he tugged her shirt up over her bra, exposing her two large creamy breasts encased in a dark green bra. Her breathing stopped completely as she felt the catches of her bra release. She quickly lifted her hands to prevent the cups from falling away, but Dylan gently grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. He lifted the cups over her big tits and gasped as the two beauties came into view. Never taking his eyes off her breasts, he wheezed, "They're beautiful." He rolled her long taut nipples between his thumb and forefingers, tugging on them and pinching them. Finally he leaned down and captured the taut little left peak in his mouth sending every nerve ending in her body into excited shock. The steady suction with the occasional graze of teeth was amazing, every time he tugged on her nipple with his mouth; she felt an answering tug between her legs. He switched to her other breast and an involuntary mewl escaped Brandi's lips. He suckled and suckled, pinched and rolled, and she became incoherent with the sensations. Her skin was on fire and she felt a completely instinctive need to have something inside her. Her hips bucked up. "God, you're so hot." Dylan groaned as he sucked her nipple back into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue. He dropped his hand to her tan legs slowly stroking up to the hem of her dress. "Please, Dylan...stop... I won't be able to stop! Ohhhh...." she groaned as her legs parted. His mouth was now filled with her heaving breast as he stroked the hot little wet spot that he had located between her golden thighs. Pulling aside the lacy material of her soaked thong, he touched burning bare skin. She was completely waxed he realized as his fingers parted the fat, chubby lips of her smooth cunt, bringing whimpers and moans from Brandi. With his fingertips, he teased her throbbing clitoris. It felt swollen and she seemed almost frantic for him to touch it as her hips bumped and bucked up to push his finger where she wanted it. He buried, one and then two fingers, deep inside the slick tunnel of her steaming cunt, and she hissed, grinding her hips against his thick fingers. His fingers then circled and circled, taunting her. Her hips kept leaping off her seat as little cries of frustration escaped from her lips. Finally, after Dylan had teased her into an almost frantic state, he touched her swollen button. It was like hitting a starter switch; the first firm press of his finger and she went off. She cried out softly and her back arched as he quickly began to plunge two fingers fast and furiously into her creaming pussy. With her hand stuffed into her mouth to cover any sound, Dylan felt her cunt clamped down on his invading fingers and her big natural tits jumped and shake on her chest from her powerful orgasm. Her strong legs were driving her cunt up and down his fingers as she tried to get his fingers deeper into her hungry pussy. Finally, drained, the arch of her back collapsed and she fell back to the seat, gasping. Dylan knew that he could not let up on the naïve young beauty queen or all over her religious upbringing and guilt would come washing back into her fevered brain. He pushed up the arm rest between the two seats and kneeled down between her parted thighs. He could see her dewy cunt lips glisten in the dim cabinet light. Her jean skirt was up around her waist, her shirt and bra bunched up around her neck and her yellow thong was off center showing her whole overheated cunt ready for round two. Her eyes looked at him over her heaving tits as he dived between her wide spread thighs and into her open, wet cunt. "What are you doing?" She hissed at him. He realized that she had never had her pussy licked. This was getting better and better. "Eating your pussy," he mumbled as his long tongue traced up and down her swollen clit. A long, broken moan escaped her as his tongue traced all around her wet folds, pushing between her slick wet pussy lips to circle her throbbing clit. Lapping against the roof of her sex, Dylan licked her hard button again and again bringing whimpering cries from Brandi's throat. Her legs were shaking and she held them wide open as he feasted on her sweet cunt. His tongue slipped out of her and darted back up to her slick nub. As he circled it with his tongue, he shoved two fingers again into her boiling vagina sending her over the edge again. As she started to cum, her hot tight cunt spasmed around his fingers and her hips bucked onto his lapping tongue. She tasted like thick delicious honey. He felt her hands dropping to the back of his head and pulling him deeper and deeper into her. He knelt between her twisting thighs for long minutes as his fingers drove deep into her liquid heat and his tongue never left her burn clit. He would feel her pussy would clamp hard on his fingers or her hips would push wildly against his face. When he brought her off for a fourth time he raised his head out of her gushing cunt. "Why are you stopping?" she hissed at him. "Because it's time for your next lesson," he said, unbuckling his belt. Dylan's jeans came down followed by his jockeys and his long suffering cock sprung out into the dim light. She stared mesmerized by the sight of his thick hard prick. It stood out from his body, flushed and hard. Her eyes widen as his thick cock seemed to grow right before her eyes. "Touch it," he grunted. She reached out hesitantly and touched a fingertip to the very end of him. It bobbed in return. A bead of moisture appeared at the opening, and she rubbed it around the head. The skin was like silk it was so smooth. "God, it is huge!" she whispered in astonishment. He pulled her ass down to the edge of the seat and she suddenly realized he was going to fuck her right in the chair. "We can't!" she hissed at him trying to push him away, but Dylan was too strong. He grabbed her ankles and spread them wide as he kneeled between her thighs. His thick cock was like a heat seeking missile as it found her hot slot and the massive tip slipped just inside of her wet cunt and pulsed there waiting. She moaned in response. Shaking his head in wonder, Dylan had his giant cock ready to plunge into the super tight cunt of this beauty queen who never in her brief life thought she would be having sex in public on an airliner. She was ravishing as he looked down at her taut muscled stomach, her pleading deep blue eyes, and her long golden legs spread wide for him. God, life is good. He slowly thrust into her wet hole, and she grunted in surprise. Dylan groaned in pleasure as her tight and hot cunt enveloped his thick shaft. Her pussy's grip was like a velvet vise as he pulled out and buried himself with the next thrust. Brandi's hands went out and gripped his forearms as he pushed into her again and again, going deeper and harder on each stroke. He reveled in the luscious feeling of her inner walls as they pulled and gripped to his massive cock on each retreat and entrance. She clawed at him as he pierced her cunt again and again. The pleasure increased when he pushed her ankles back even farther and leaned in to get leverage on his thrusts. The feeling of fullness was like no other cock that Brandi had ever experienced; his thrusts stretched her out to the maximum, his withdrawals making her cunt clamp down hungrily trying to draw him back in. "You're so fucking tight," he whispered as he thrust inside her. "Oh God..." she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. She stuffed her shirt and bra into her mouth to cover her moans as her hips started to buck up to meet his thrusts. She was so full, and suddenly her excited cunt clamped down on him and started to spasm as she exploded into orgasm. Dylan continued to slowly thrust in and out of her convulsing cunt, taking long slow strokes that had her bucking and jumping beneath him. He pushed her over farther until she was almost bent double has he sawed in and out of her shuddering cunt. The rippling effects of her powerful cunt muscles were like heaven to him, and he wanted more. But not yet -- he was going to take his time with this young naïve pussy. He pulled out completely with a loud slurp that could not be anything else but a cock leaving a stuffed pussy. His hand reached around to the back of her head, guiding her forward into a sitting position. She was in shock as the angry red helmet of his huge cock bounced in front of her eyes. "Open up," he ordered as the leaking tip bumped into her lips. She opened and he slid his long thick cock into her warm mouth, and she got her first taste of cunt covered cock. She marveled at the strange taste. ""You're first blowjob, right?" he asked with a grin. She looked up at him as the silky skin slide further into her mouth and over her tongue. Her eyes widened as he kept pushing in. Dylan watched as about half of his cock slipped into her mouth. Brandi's lips were wrapped around the shaft and were stretched wide. "Now suck," he ordered. She sucked and he thrust into her mouth. He could feel her tongue whirling a little around underneath his cock. "That's it," he groaned. "Use your tongue, too." She continued to flip her tongue across his sensitive underside as he stroked into her mouth. He watched as she took the shaft into her face until it seemed impossible that there was enough room. His cock plunged straight to the back of her throat. He felt the head lightly touch the back of her mouth and she gagged, but he kept thrusting. "Brandi..." Dylan groaned, pumping his cock into her mouth. "Oh fuck!" He marveled at the way she worked her tongue furiously under the head and shaft, it was driving him crazy. She was taking him right up to the edge, and that was too fast. He pulled out of her sucking wet mouth, and his long cock hung before her, dripping with saliva. She looked at it with a confused look on her face. Dylan looked down at his newest conquest. A beauty queen whose clothes were in complete disarray and her freshly fucked cunt was open for all to view. He had taken a sweet, kind, religious girl and seduced her and fucked her right out in public. She had her first oral sex with him and had just given her first blow job and he wasn't done with this hot piece of tail yet. He sat down in his seat. His cock was waving in the air and came to rest on his thigh. He grinned at her confusion. She really did not know what to do. Cry for shame or joy. She had crossed so many barriers in the last 15 minutes that she didn't even know how to process it. She sat there with her tits exposed and her legs spread wide and her dress up around her waist. God, she looked like hot! He pulled down her bra and shirt. He helped her pull down her skirt and he stuffed his cock into his pants and zipped up. Checking to see where the flight attendant was, he stood up and looked around. The woman was still snuggled up to her boyfriend in the front row. He could have hung Brandi from the ceiling upside down and fucked her, and they would not have noticed. He extended his hand to Brandi and said, "Toilets. Now." She took his hand and stood up and began to move up the aisle toward the front. He followed close behind her as they passed the two sleeping lovebirds. The faint odor of hot cunt came to his nose as they moved through the cabin. When they reached the front of the plane, he held the toilet cubicle door open, she slipped inside. Dylan followed behind her and locked the door. As the door closed behind him, he turned and slid right into her arms and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He slid his hands down and squeezed her ass as she ground her groin against the big lump in the front of his pants. He brought his hands up and slipped them up under her t-shirt and squeezed her soft, big tits. He loved the weight and the perfect, bouncy feel of her large breasts in his hands. He rubbed her stiff nipples with his thumbs and she licked her lips with a soft moan. He pulled her t-shirt and bra up and over her head and tossed them into the sink. Her big round tits came bouncing into view, and he pulled the naked tips to his mouth and sucked. Brandi moaned and leaned back against the metal counter, watching him worship her big tits. He moved from one to another sucking and biting at each rock-hard nipple in turn. She franticly undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down over his muscled ass. "My God!" she whispered. Her mouth hung opened wide in amazement when she pulled his hard cock out and she looked down. "It is bigger than before," she said with a little awe in her voice. He pulled up her skirt around her waist exposing her off-center bright yellow thong. He picked her up and set her carefully on the small stainless steel counter, her full naked tits bouncing in his face. "What are you going to do?" she said, staring at him as if in a daze. "Take your panties off," Dylan whispered as he pulled her bright yellow thong down her long legs. Slowly her pouty little cunt came into view, and her moist, pink lips glistened in the pale, unflattering light just above them. Her strong, musky scent filled his nose as he took her thong off. He inhaled deeply of her pungent fragrance as he pulled the thong off each of her firm, tan legs. She was watching him silently, her swollen tits rising and falling in rapid breaths. He tossed the damp, musky garment in the sink with her top and bra. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his own impressive torso. Brandi sucked in her breath when she saw his sculpted chest and abs. She began to run her hands from his massive chest to his massive cock. Dylan enjoyed her caresses but he had an agenda, and that was to fuck her into complete submission. He put his hands around her hips and pulled her toward him, her taut ass right on the edge, and her legs as wide as she could spread them in the cramped cubicle. Dylan rubbed the tip of his massive cock against her sopping shaved pussy, coating the large cockhead with the thick syrup of her drooling slot. She reached down and took his long thick cock in her hand and held her slick cunt lips apart with the other as she placed the large mushroom head right against her leaking cunt hole. For a moment, Dylan stood there with his huge cock pressed against Brandi's defenseless pussy savoring the vise-like grip of her tight cunt. Then he slowly eased forward, both of them looking down and watching his thick dick slide deep into her smoking twat. "Uunnghh," she gasped. "Fuck, it's so big." She put her hands on the edge of the counter and held on as Dylan held each of her thighs spread in his hands and drew back his hips. He pushed into her again, the thick pole penetrating her tight hole. "Fuck that feels so fucking good," she breathed as he inched more of his long cock inside her until he bottomed out, his balls resting against her ass cheeks. He began moving, gently sliding his cock in and out of her warm, wet cunt. "Fuck that feels so good," she gurgled. Dylan began to pick up the pace of his thrusts as he slammed into her sending his meat all the way up inside her tight channel. "Oh yeah," Brandi moaned as her hips rose off the counter to meet his powerful thrusts. He tried to bury his plunging cock as deep as he could make it go with each drive into her heat. He could feel the sides of her molten cunt grip and hold his stabbing prick as he thrust into her again and again. She scratched her fingers down his bare chest as he drilled into her sopping wet hole. "Oh yes ... oh yes," she panted. She was growing louder and louder the harder he plowed his fat dick into her packed cunt. She was twitching and bouncing against him as he crammed her full of his rigid staff. He only hoped she didn't attract too much attention with her moaning. "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn," she moaned with each powerful thrust that drilled into her molten inner core. Panting, her mouth hanging open, her breath sucked in little gasps, Brandi watched intently as his long great cock stabbed into her waxed hole again and again. She had never experienced pleasure like this before. She was almost delirious from the sensations that Dylan's plunging prick was giving her. "Uunghh," she moaned as he again rammed his cock into her scorching cunt. He let go of one of her long, gorgeous legs, and took one of her big bouncing tits and pinched her pink nipple. Little whimpering sounds came from her throat as his hips worked like a jack-hammer into her gushing cunt. Her warm cunt fluids were running down the insides of her thighs and coating his thrusting cock and big swing balls. It felt like warm honey, and it was everywhere. He had never known such a juicy girl. He could tell she was very close to cumming by the way she trembled and shook in his hands. Her fiery cunt began to vibrate and ripple along the length of his thick meat. Looking at him through glassy eyes, she moaned. "Ohhhhh... you can... cum inside ... me... I'm on... the pill..... oooohhhhhhh." He was not ready to cum, yet. She felt too good to cum, plus he was not done with this sexy school teacher anyway. He knew that he could take her higher, take her to places she had never been sexually. That was the challenge, that was the fun part. To take this naïve, religious, church going, small town beauty queen and make her into a prick hungry, cum swallowing cock freak. "Ooohhhhhh... God!!!!" she groaned as his hips continued to surge forward, driving his thick meat so deep into her boiling cunt she choked. He again held both her legs in his hands out stretched wide. His ass was a blur as he pounded into her dripping V repeatedly. Suddenly, she was there. She was cumming. Her cunt began to spasm, and the undulating muscles of her sheath began to pull and grip at his thrusting sword with such a fierce energy that it threatened to tear his cock out by the root. Her legs began to squeeze against his strong grip, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her ass was hopping off the counter trying to get more and more cock into her starving cunt. Her large round tits jiggling and bouncing on her chest as her body shook and he kept on slamming his cock into her convulsing cunt. Cunt juice was flying everywhere as it poured from her leaking hole like a faucet. She clenched her teeth together to keep from screaming out loud, but to no avail. Making the Watermelon Queen "OOOOOOHHHHH FFUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK!" she cried much too loud as the emotions of her huge orgasm overtook her. Still, Dylan maintained his harried pace as his giant cock sailed into her creaming channel. She was grunting and groaning as she continued to cum, and Dylan gave her no rest. Her orgasm never stopped, or subsided, it just continued to build as he pumped more and more thick cock into her tight drenched fuck hole. Brandi was beside herself. She was awash in passionate sensations that she had never experienced before. Tears of joy were running down her face as she strained to maintain some control. She could not scream out her pleasure, or bang the walls in her ecstasy, she had no where to put these intense emotions and energy as her skilled new lover took her from pleasure peak to pleasure peak. In desperation to put her hands somewhere, Brandi reached up and cupped both of her massive heaving tits in her hands. She lifted them up and began to slid her tongue and lick at her long, thick nipples. "Fuck that's hot." Dylan wheezed as he watched her lick and suck her own hard nipples. He speeded up his fucking, cramming his cock deep inside her pussy with each thrust. Brandi was moaning incoherently as Dylan plowed into her overworked pussy, "Oh baby . . . cumming . . . cumming . . . fucking . . . cock in cunt!" Brandi gasped and moaned, trying to stifle the sounds of her orgasm as Dylan's skilled cock continued to push her to new heights. He looked at her. Her head was tilted back. She was gasping deeply as he sawed in and out of her wonderful cunt. She was gone, totally his, any vestige of resistance gone. He had met her, seduced her, and conquered all of her barriers and hang-ups and, now as they fucked in the tiny bathroom of an airliner head for LA, he saw it. The look of lust, pure and simple animal lust. He had obtained his desire. She was no longer human; she was now just a creature of lust wanting one thing. More cock! She only now existed for cock, his cock! As he impaled her on his thrusting spear, as her fleshy cunt-lips gripped his thick prick, he could sense her give up all her inhibitions. She would do anything for him. She was a wet, sticky and burning mass of animal lust and the only thing that would put out her fire was his hot cum shot deep into her boiling womb. As he held her legs extended, he drilled into her clasping, dripping twat with long hard strokes that buried his cock on each thrust. As his balls bounced off her humping ass, for a moment, he felt sad for her. She had not asked to be turned into a slobbering, passion-racked cock whore, but she was one now and he wasn't going to stop fucking her for anything. Not at all -- he was going to push her farther. "Ohhhhhh... Fuck Me... Oh God!" she groaned as if on cue. Again and again, he speared the voluptuous girl, fucking her, his cock pounding into her deepest clutches, causing her big tits strike against each other, her chin, her shoulders, swinging and crashing together in a violent ballet of bouncing breasts. "Ohhhhhh.... Jesus... Fuck me!" she cried around a fist stuffed in her mouth, trying anything to stifle her cries of passion. Her powerful legs twisted and turned, jumping in his strong grip, as she desperately tried to change the angle and get more cock into her tight shaved slit. Dylan felt the far off tingle in the back of his swing balls that told him an ejaculation was closing in. With renewed, intense purpose, he plunged with all his force into her burning lava-like cunt. She was so hot that it felt like his big, thick sausage was going to broil in the heat of her red hot pussy. As he thrust in and out her leaking hole, he could hear her panting and gasping. Her knuckles turned white as she desperately hung on to the stainless steel counter. "OOOOhhhhhhhh... Dylan... ooooohhhhhhh... Fuck Me!" she almost screamed as he changed the angle of his deep thrusts by pulling her long legs over his shoulders. This forced Brandi to lean back on the small shelf as much as she could, holding on to it as she raised her legs higher. He grabbed her full hips and pulled her muscular, burning ass down to the edge of the counter as he simply tore up her shuddering pussy, his entire thick cock ripping into her with swift, brutal motions. "Fuck, . . . you're so tight like this." He gasped. "Oh Fuck... Yes... Fuck Me... Baby... Fuck Me!" she moaned, as she dropped her legs down on Dylan's powerful arms. Her thighs splitting wide open, almost perpendicular to him, as his cock jutted back and forth, in and out of her greedy drooling hole. Her ass was bouncing off the counter to try and meet each other his powerful thrusts. She dropped one hand into her steaming crotch and began to furiously rub her burning clit. Unconsciously, her other hand seeking support of her awkward position closed around her yellow thong lying in the sink. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH... FUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK..." was cut off as she brought the yellow thong to her mouth and stuffed it inside and bit down on it. The solid metal counter was shaking wildly under their violent assault. He was really laying the pipe to her now as he pushed and pulled her body onto his stabbing spear. Her head struck the mirror loudly once there and then again. Her eyeballs rolled back into her head, her soaked, gaping pussy was stretched open and trying to grip onto his slamming thick cock as it drilled into her slippery wet tunnel. They were one now. One fucking motion of flesh splitting flesh, of pounding, gripping flesh, the slapping of their drenched bodies against each beyond filled the tiny room like thunder. He was trying to get every last inch cock inside her. He pushed and shoved his rampaging cock into her yielding cunt with all of his remaining strength. Then all at once, her body locked against his. The young beauty queen simply froze, arching her back, her fingernails digging deep into his arms, and she began to cum, and cum, and cum. Her pussy clenching, his hips slamming, her shivering, him gasping, her whimpering, him sighing as his cock slid in and out of her juicing pussy in a blur. With each thrust, his big knob head bounced off her cervix, sending her passion higher and higher. Dylan drilled in and out, sliding his thick cock into her incredibly tight but overworked hole as deep as he could, feeling his own orgasm building and not bothering to hold it back. One last thrust shoved his entire cock deep into Brandi's cunt, his balls against her ass and he felt his cock swell and explode. He began firing off rope after rope of hot thick cum as deep into her clutching vagina as he could. The muscles in his neck were straining and his own body jerking as he drilled into her again and again filling her snatch with his jizz. He was grunting and groaning along with her, as his white hot cum quickly filled her cunt and began to pour out of her hole in long white streams. Brandi moaned as the feeling of his hot cum jetting into her churning cunt triggered her third orgasm, the pair of them gasping and twitching as they came together. Slowly, they both came down, and she took the yellow thong from her lips and threw it back in the sink. They began kissing, tonguing, holding tightly, while his cock was still in her cunt and she was still spasming. The plane hit some hard turbulence and almost shook Dylan off his feet. They broke apart. As his cock pulled from her shaking body, a large stream of cum spilled from her cunt and dripped down the front of the stainless steel counter. "Oh God, you are still hard!" Brandi said with some awe as she stared at Dylan's nine inch cock that seemed not to have softened at all. It just bounced in the air as it pointed right up at her. She cooed and pulled Dylan to her and began kissing him deeply on the lips. Her tongue shot into his mouth to wrestle with his as her hand stroked up and down the length of his dripping erection. He reached up and began to fondle her magnificent breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples and making her moan into his mouth. After a minute of mutual groping, it was time to continue the conquest of the Watermelon Queen. Dylan pulled her off the counter and had her kneel on top of the closed toilet seat. He moved around behind her and nudged her knees farther apart. Brandi braced her hands against the wall knowing the assault was coming. Reaching back, she grabbed Dylan's cock and placed it at the entrance of her naked, dripping pussy. Slowly, she started to sit back on him until he felt the blood engorged cockhead slip inside her. He put his hands of her hips and pushed his hips forward. "Oh God," she groaned as he pressed up into her. He felt her open like a flower to his probing prick. It was almost painfully, the burning tightness that felt like it was peeling the skin off his cock. He pulled out, feeling her thick cunt-lips, her delicious inner folds grasping out for him, then he shoved in again and heard her muffle a scream. He felt her thighs widen, and he sunk into her hot cunt another full inch. He was buried in her to the hairs, his balls resting against her swollen clit. He held himself, frozen, wanting this moment to last forever. The rippling of her cunt walls brought him back to the pleasurable reality and he began to slide in and out of her juicy pussy. Brandi let out a long, low moan as he began to move inside her again. This time Brandi took the lead as she began riding his thick cock, alternating between bouncing up and down on the large peg and grinding her hips back and forth with his thick cock buried fully inside her. Dylan moved his hands from her hips to her huge free swing tits and grabbed them in his large hands. Her nipples were like hard points in his hands as he squeezed and mauled her full round mounds. His cock and thighs were drenched in her juices, and he inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill his nostrils and making his head spin. Brandi was moaning and grunting as she rode Dylan's fat cock, and seemed to enjoy being in the driver seat as she bounced up and down, driving his giant cock up her tight pussy. With a series of sighs and moans, she ground her pussy down hard on his prick, then arched her back and threw her head back. She let out a squeal as her entire body shook. He could feel her pussy tighten around his cock and her juices run down over his balls as she came for the fourth time. As she was cumming, he reached up and pinched both nipples hard while she shook, then she collapsed against him, his cock still embedded deep inside her. "Oh, God, you are good," she moaned. Dylan chuckled to himself, because she thought they were through and they were just getting started as far as he was concerned. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back unto his cock, grinding against her ass. Brandi began to moan softly, "What are you doing?" she whispered. "Fucking you, darling," as he said as Dylan thrust his cock hard into her. With her hands pressed against the wall, he fucked Brandi hard, pounding his thick rock hard cock in and out of her. He reached up for her swaying breasts, using them like handles to pull and push her onto his rampant cock. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning too loud. The heat that Dylan generated in her pussy with his long powerful strokes quickly brought her to another shattering climax. She came quickly and violently for a fifth time, grinding her hips back against his as her copious juices ran down her legs. Dylan's vision colored over and he began to pound into her relentlessly, seeking his own orgasm but with a special finality. His rigid cock sheathed so deep inside her on each stroke, so hard on each thrust, that it seemed like it might actually be pulsing through her burning belly. If he had not fucked her before, this round was nothing but animalistic rutting as he fucked his huge cock into her steaming cunt again and again. It was relentless as they tore at each other, his cock taking her higher and higher then she had ever been. She kept whimpering, "Dylan... oohhhh Dylan ... Fuck me ... oooohhhhh Fuck me!" It was just cock and cunt, cock and cunt, cock and cunt. Over and over, again and again. Like some common whore, he fucked this church going beauty queen. He treated her like rag doll as he drilled his thick meat into her wide open cunt. With each of her cums, which seemed endless now, as he pounded more cock and more cock into her dripping pussy, her cunt would clench, grab at his plunging dick, pull at his shaft in a wild dance of convulsions and ripples, trying to tear his cock out from its roots. As his cock pulverized her cunt mound, her thighs opened wider and she began rutting up and down, her ass moving in cadence with him as he humped into her with a harsh, steady rhythm. "Oh! Oh! Oh! You're fucking me. You're fucking making me cum again." she moaned, almost in tears. Dylan's thick cock pounded in and out of her juicy pussy. His sweaty hips made loud smacking noises every time he bumped against her churning ass, and Brandi thrust back at him, matching his every thrust in perfect rhythm. She moaned and groaned as he fucked the shit out of her overmatched cunt with all that he was worth, and soon he could feel his cum begin to rise. He had her where he wanted, her head hung down, tears of joy streaming down her face, the veins in her neck bulged as she strained, her big tits pushed into his hands, her fat nipples like burning embers, her cumming cunt milking his thick column, and then the long wait was over. Now for the final act of this little drama of debauchery and seduction. He jabbed into her exposed cunt three or four more times then pulled out of her dripping pussy. He quickly turned Brandi around and sat her on the toilet seat in front of him. She looked dazed and confused as his giant cock bounced in front of her face. He shoved his cock against her lips, and she simply opened her mouth, and his sperm and pussy coated cock slipped inside. She started sucking immediately, her soft, wet tongue swirling and flicking around the aching head. She was horny all right. Her right hand was rapidly flying up and down jacking the 5 inches of thick hard cock she didn't have in her mouth: while her left hand squeezed his swollen balls. This was the second time in one night she had ever sucked a cock, and this big one was driving her nuts. She almost came just from sucking on it. Dylan's cock was oozing pre-cum at a steady rate, and she swirled her tongue and drank it up like it was the nectar of life. "Ugh, yes, I'm gonna turn my balls inside out for you," Dylan moaned as she feasted on his hard dick. His cock turned as hard as a piece of steel in her mouth, and the massive head puffed up till it was the only thing she could hold in her mouth. Still her hand flew up and down the length of his cock, while the other squeezed his bloated balls. "FUCK! I'm Cumming!" He gasped as he put his hands on the top of her head. Brandi tensed in anticipation. "Here it cums," he groaned and suddenly her mouth was full of a hot thick cream that came jetting out of the end of his giant cock. The first blast was huge; it hit her tonsils and went right down her throat. So did the second blast, and the third, but Brandi was unprepared for the sheer volume of his orgasm, even swallowing as fast as she could, he just came and came. It was pouring out of him in huge gushes, pulsing, flooding into her mouth. She didn't know what to do so she swallowed the thick cream. She gulped fast, letting it slide over her tongue and down her throat. Yet it was coming too fast, she could not keep up. The cum began to overflowed and drip out of the corners of her mouth as he continued to thrust into her mouth. It leaked down her chin and dropped on to her huge heaving tits in great globs of thick white cum. Still he continued to fire ropes of jizz into her throat as he bucked his hips forward jamming the big head against the back of her mouth. She was gagging, but she kept swallowing. Quickly, he pulled his cock from her warm mouth. Long strings of cum were dripping from her chin to her heaving tits. He grabbed his cock and pointed at her face. Thick, hot gobs of cum continued to fire from his cock. She could not believe his cock was still spurting. The cum landed on her face and in her hair. He pumped his shaft and shot what seemed a never-ending supply of jism all over her. Then he pushed his cock into her mouth again and commanded her to clean him off. She jerked the thick shaft, and licked him dry, swallowing him hungrily. When he was finished, and she sucked the last drops of cum out of him, he stepped back and looked at his creation. The beauty queen was a total mess. She had cum dripping off her cheeks, forehead, nose and chin in long strands that landed on her huge tits. Her legs were spread and her cunt was open, deep red and oozing cum. Her thighs and legs and ass were cover in her juices. She was leaning against the wall of the bathroom with her eyes closed breathing hard. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her clothes were tossed all over the small cubicle. Dylan reached for a paper towel and cleaned his cock off. He reached down and pulled his jeans up and fastened them. He picked his shirt up off the floor and pulled it over his head. The heavy odor of sex was everywhere, and his cum and her juices clung to all the surfaces in the room. She opened her tired eyes and stared at him blankly. He reached over and picked up her damp thong and handed it to her. She took them, and looked at him. He moved a step to the door and before leaving gave one last look at the totally corrupted young woman. She was completed covered in cum and her clothes smelled of sex. Dylan smiled to himself. She would never be able to go back to that prim and proper boyfriend now. He had been wicked in taking advantage of her, but it had been the most fun he'd had the entire trip. "The plane will be landing in about 30 minutes. You better get cleaned up." Then he stepped out of the small temporary sex parlor, and into the real world. As he moved to his seat he passed the couple in the front row and the young man looked up at him. Dylan smiled back. Why not? He had just fucked a beautiful young girl within an inch of her life. He had gotten a girl who had never given a blow job to suck him dry, he had convinced a girl who had never gotten head to let him lick her to orgasm 4 times. He felt like he had helped her out a little as he sat down in his seat with a smug warm feeling. The things that he had done to Brandi made his cock surge down his thigh again. Jesus, she was a hot fuck! After about 10 minutes, a somewhat rumpled but surprisingly put together Brandi appeared out of the bathroom and made her way back to her seat. She did not acknowledge him at all. She carefully applied new makeup and brushed her hair and straightened up until the call to land came. She looked amazing. She looked like she had never taken part in a drunken, wild, uninhibited sex romp at all. Then she buckled herself in and stared out her window, never looking at Dylan once. When they had landed and were finally deplaning, she still would not look at or speak to him. It was as if he did not exist. Well, he thought -- I do know the sex was amazing, so I must have pushed her too far. As they made their way up the breezeway to the waiting area, he again could not keep his eyes off that amazing ass of hers. She was truly put together well. As he moved passed her and into the terminal headed for baggage claim, he saw her greeted by a large crowd of people with balloons and her name on placards. They must be the church group she is staying with. Boy, would they be surprised at what a wild piece of ass she is in private. He arrived at baggage claim and waited for his luggage to be delivered. The early morning sun was just rising. Suddenly, the tiredness invaded hit his body with a rush. The long past week, the mid-night flight, the physical exertion of fucking Brandi hit him in a wave. He really just wanted to go home and go to bed. He casually looked around for Brandi, but did not see her. She was probably with her church confessing her awful experience. Boy, she was one hot woman! He briefly pondered how the minister boyfriend would cope when the newly experienced Brandi returned home. Finally his bag arrived and he grabbed it. Just as he was headed out the door for a cab, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and he looked into the shouldering eyes of a newly created cock whore. She pressed something soft into his hand.