Wicked People?

a Novelette by Varkel

Fall, 2007

Chapter 5: Sammy Takes a Cherry

The skies were clear and starry in New Orleans and the airplane was on time, which was good because Sammy�s connecting flight departed half an hour later.� The New Orleans flight terminated and the friendly stewardess, having no further duty, took Sammy�s hand and led him toward the outbound gate.

�That woman in the seat beside you,� she said when they had escaped the deplaning crowd, �did you get to know her well?�

Sammy smiled up at the young woman.� �I asked her about wicked people.� She told me she was just impatient.�

�Impatient for what?�

�She didn�t say, but I think it was � umm ��

�You think it was what?�

�I can�t talk about it.�

The stewardess�s eyes narrowed though she continued to propel him along the concourse.� �What did she do to you?�

�Well, she let me look at St. Louise until we flew into the clouds.�

�She wouldn�t give your seat back?�

�She said it was hers.�

Still walking, she said thoughtfully, �I suppose she couldn�t hurt you much with people all around her.� Still she stole your seat.� Let me see your ticket.�

She took one glance and returned it.� �24D.� The D means it was a window seat.� If she made you get up she stole your seat.� On your next flight you�re in 28B, which is an aisle seat.� If anyone tries to take it, tell the stewardess.�

�Yes, ma�am.�

�What else did she do to you?�

�I can�t talk about it.�

�Oh, you can tell me.� At the moment I�m like your mother.�

Sammy thought it over and shrugged.� �She sucked me off.�

For an instant the stewardess�s eyes widened and her mouth fell open but it closed with a snap.� �Young man, you mustn�t say such things!�

Sammy nodded.� �That�s what I said: I can�t talk about it.�

Her expression softened.� �I mean � you�re kidding, right?�

He blinked at her.� �Is it a joke?�

�How could she � do what you said?� People were all around you.�

�Would that make it funny?�

She shook her head.� �You need to work on that sense of humor.� Well, here we are.� Good luck to you.�

They had arrived at another ticket counter.� Sammy found himself in a line of passengers already boarding.

* * *

On the connecting flight Sammy�s aisle seat was next to a teen age boy who stared at him curiously when he sat down and buckled his seatbelt.

�Traveling alone?� the boy asked in a scratchy baritone.

�Yes,� Sammy replied, nodding.

�It�s unusual the stewardess didn�t bring you in.� What are you: ten or eleven?�

�Twelve.�

The teenager fell silent but his eyes studied Sammy from head to toe, lingering on slim arms and the shapely legs extending from mid-thigh shorts.� He grinned in curious anticipation and said with a lowered voice, �This might be an interesting flight after all.�

�Why shouldn�t it be?� asked Sammy, adding in his still-unchanged soprano, �My first one certainly was.�

�How many flights have you made?�

�One.�

The teenager blinked and chuckled a little.� �I guess one time�s enough to get the idea � for a lot of things besides flying.�

�Like what?� asked Sammy.

�Well � like fooling around.�� He fell silent but continued to study his seatmate.� When the bustle in the cabin abated in preparation for the impending takeoff, he said, �You�re a fox even if your hair is cut like a boy�s.�

�A fox?� asked Sammy, blinking.

�I�ll say � a foxy chick.�

Sammy stared uncomprehendingly.� At least he could correct one misapprehension.� �My hair�s cut that way because I am a boy.�

The teenager�s eyes grew huge.� �You�re yanking my sack!�

�Your what?� I�m a boy and I can prove it.�

�You sure fooled me!� the teenager exclaimed in evident disappointment.� �I�m Kevin.� What�s your name?�

�Sammy.� How old are you?�

�Sixteen.� I�m off to visit my aunt in Lorain.�

�I�m going to my grandma�s funeral.�

�Sorry, Sammy.�

�No big deal.� I didn�t know her well.�

Kevin stared at the younger boy and braced as the plane began to taxi.

�I don�t like flying,� he said.� Minutes later, once the craft had soared into the sky and the seat belt light blinked off, he breathed an obvious sigh of relief.� �Landing is even scarier.�

�I think it�s fun,� said Sammy.

Both removed their seatbelts ostentatiously.

Kevin said, �I don�t mean to dis you, Sammy, but you do look like a girl.�

�I�ve been told that sometimes, but I have proof.�

Kevin chuckled.� �Even the smallest cock would be proof enough.�

�It�s not small, Kevin.�

�Really!� A girly-boy with a three-incher?�

�I�m not a girly-boy!�

�My bad.� I only said it because you look feminine even if you do have a cock.�

�You sound wicked, Kevin!�

�Wicked?� Not really, Sammy, but I like to tease.�

They sat quietly for several minutes, lulled by the engines� roar.� The cabin was dark except for the occasional overhead lights of passengers who were reading.

�Since you�re not wicked,� Sammy eventually said, �I�ll let you see it, if you want.�

�Why would I want to see your dick?� I�m not queer.�

�A woman on the other flight did, and we played around.�

Kevin studied the boy, whose face was so pretty.� �A woman?� You mean a girl.�

�No, an older woman, at least 30, I think.�

�No shit!� What did you do?�

Sammy hesitated.� �I�m not supposed to talk about it.�

�Then why�d you bring it up?� You mean you wanted her to look at it.�

�Uncle Bern said never to tell on people.�

�I suppose that�s good advice, even for people you don�t really know.�

Sammy found that he couldn�t allow the wanted conclusion to stand.� �She took it out and played with it.� I leaned over her shoulder to look out the window at St. Louis and she sucked me off.�

�Good god!� murmured Kevin with suddenly wide eyes.� �You mean she had the window seat?� And you sort of leaned over �� Goddamn, kid, that�s giving me a rod like a steel pipe!�

�A steel pipe?�� Sammy giggled.� �Show me.�

�I said I�m not queer.�

�What�s a queer?�

�I can�t believe you don�t �� Shit!� Show me yours first.�

Sammy shrugged.� �Okay.�� He pulled a blanket over his lap and beneath it pushed down his shorts and underpants.� �I�m ready now.�

Kevin raised the separating seat arm and diffidently lifted the blanket edge to view naked flesh beneath it, in particular an erect cock.

�God!� It�s almost as long as mine!�

�Do you want to suck it, Kevin?�

�Of course not!� What are you, some kind of little pervert?�

�What�s a pervert?�

Kevin could not resist placing a hand on the young boy�s near thigh to feel its feminine softness.� Trembling, the hand slid sideways to enfold the turgid cock briefly before jerking away.� �Christ!� he mumbled under his breath.� �I can�t believe I did that.� I guess I�m a pervert!�

Sammy proposed, �Let me feel of yours.�

The blanket easily covered both laps.� After verifying that no one was walking the aisle, Kevin slid down his clothing under the wool.� �Okay.�

Sammy�s arm slid under the blanket.� He examined the alien genitals thoroughly.� �Yours is longer than mine but not as thick as my uncle�s.�

�Hey, kid, that feels good!� But I�ve got to go to the toilet.�

�You don�t need to leave, Kevin.� I�ll do it for you.�

�Do what?�

�We both know.�

�I�m not queer!�

�I�ll suck your cock.�

�You suck cock yet say that you�re not a queer?�

�What�s a queer?�

�Somebody who sucks �� No.� The right definition is somebody who fucks his own sex.�

�Like a man and a boy or two men?�

�Or two boys.� Or two girls.�

�Is that wicked?�

�Damn right!�� Kevin, whose hand had recovered its grip on Sammy�s organ, hesitated.� �I mean, some people think so.�

�Helen says anything that feels good can�t be wicked.�

�That sounds good.�

�I mostly fuck women,� Sammy remarked reminiscently.

�Christ, Sammy!� You�re just a kid.� Why would women let you fuck them?�

�They�re the ones who start it.�

�God, you�re lucky!� I�ve never been with a girl, Sammy.� You�re the closest I�ve come, but you have a cock.�

�My uncle says I make a fine girl.� He�s going to buy me a dress.�

�Jesus Christ, a dress!�� Kevin put an arm around the lad�s back.� �I�ve never kissed a girl.�

�Try me,� Sammy said, raising his face to meet Kevin�s lips.

They kissed in the dimness of the cabin light, swapping spit in growing passion.

When Kevin withdraw slightly, Sammy suggested, �Now is when cocksucking feels good.�

�Yeah!� Kevin agreed breathlessly.� �Keep an eye out for anybody coming down the aisle.�

�Okay.� Do you like to do it?�

But the teenager had pushed his share of the blanket to his knees and slid forward in the seat.� A seven inch prong of flesh thrust high from his groin.� He clasp his arms under his thighs and bent his head down farther than Sammy could have imagined.� His back forming a tight curl, he slurped most of his own cockhead into his mouth, bottom lip trembling on the coronal edge.

�Good heavens!� Sammy exclaimed, staring in shock.� �How can you do that?�

Kevin chuckled nasally, mouth working as he tongued himself.� Sammy shoved the tense nearer arm.� �Tell me how.� Please!�

Kevin raised his head and licked his lips.� �You mean you can�t do it?�

�No, I can�t.� I never heard of anyone who could.�

Kevin nodded.� �I never did either.� But I think it�s something you can learn if you practice bending your back.�

�Really?�

�I started working on it when I was 13 and could only touch it with my tongue.� You see how much better I�ve got.� My dick grew a lot too.�

�Can you take it any deeper?�

�Not so far, but I�m still working on it.�� He snickered.� �Every time I�m alone.�

�Then you don�t need anybody else.�

�Well, I guess not, but ��� Kevin rose up, straightened his back, pulled up the blanket and took a deep breath.� �Did you mean it when you offered to ��

�To suck your cock?�

�And let me suck yours.�

�Sure!�

�I want to compare it � both ways.�

Sammy leaned into the aisle and glanced to right and left.� Straightening, he lifted his blanket invitingly.� Kevin took a deep breath and leaned down into the exposed hairless groin.� He sucked briefly on the knob then slurped half the shaft into his mouth.� After a moment he looked up.� �That�s a big difference.�

�My cock�s smaller?�

�No.� I mean getting more than just the head.� Hey, I like it.�� His mouth returned to the task.� His head began to bob and his tongue to swirl.

Three hours had passed since Sammy�s discharge into the selfish schoolteacher.� This very experienced fellator�s skillful mouth soon elicited the lad�s seminal outpouring, volume mostly recovered.� Perhaps the delivery was totally unexpected and the cock head unusually deep in Kevin�s throat.� The teenager suddenly jumped up almost to a standing position, cracking his skull on the overhead shelves, throwing the blanket off and exposing a still spurting cock.� His eyes, turned to Sammy�s, were huge.� He flopped back into his seat and began a coughing fit while Sammy struggled to untangle his short britches from the blanket and snatch them up.

Kevin briefly coughed white phlegm over his fingers but soon produced a handkerchief from his hip pocket and dried them.� Sammy looked hurriedly around.� A woman forward of their row had turned to regard them curiously.� The people in the parallel seat across the aisle seemed to be asleep.� When Kevin subsided, the woman returned to her own business.

�You didn�t expect that?� asked Sammy incredulously.

Kevin had recovered enough to chuckle.� �You know what happened?� I didn�t feel it coming.�

�You mean ��

�If it was my dick I�d know it was coming.�

Sammy giggled, finally following the strange perspective.� A shadow down the aisle caught his attention.

�Here comes somebody.�

Kevin made sure the blanket concealed everything.� A young male steward paused before their seat and grinned roguishly.� �You guys the ones with the coughing fit?�

�Me,� said Kevin huskily.� �You got a coke?�

�Sure have.� One coke, coming up.� How about you, sweetheart?�

�I�d like a coke too,� said Sammy, blinking at the designation.

�Two cokes.�� His attention returned to Kevin.� �I�ve got everything you want, sweetie.� Lean over here and let me tell you something.�

Kevin obeyed.� The young man whispered something that Sammy didn�t catch.� Kevin jerked back with a muffled exclamation, hand rising to his ear.� The steward giggled and pushed on down the aisle.

�Son of a bitch!� muttered Kevin in low tones.

�What happened?� asked Sammy.

�Goddamn twink!�

�Twink?� What did he say?�

�He said, �Come back to the galley after awhile and I�ll do this to your pecker,� and he licked my ear.�

�A galley is where they cook on a ship.�

�Yeah.� On a plane it�s where they keep the snacks.� That guy�s probably in charge of it.�

Sammy thought it over and giggled.

Kevin sniffed, �It�s not funny.� What if he�s got AIDS?�

Sammy had heard mention of sexual diseases.� �You can catch it in the ear?�

After a moment Kevin chuckled.� �I guess not.�

�Maybe he wants to suck you off.�

�Oh, yeah.�� Kevin chuckled again.� �You mean you think it�s a compliment?�

�Well, it is when I offer.�

�Huh?�

After a quick glance around, Sammy raised Kevin�s end of the blanket and dived under it.� The once proud erection was sadly wilted but the lad�s mouth soon resurrected it.� He worked diligently, taking in almost all the longer shaft, as much of it as he could without gagging, and soon felt the pulsations that precede a climax.

But Kevin�s hand pulled on his shoulder.� �Twink�s coming back.�

Sammy rose and smoothed the blanket.

The young man stopped beside them again.� �That was two cokes, right?�

Sammy asked curiously, �What would you do to me in the galley?�

The man shook his head.� �I don�t play with girls.�� He winked at Kevin and proceeded up the aisle.

�I guess I would surprise him too,� Sammy groused.

Kevin took a deep breath.� �God, I almost came!� Too bad we have to wait for those cokes.�

The hour being four in the morning, both boys fell asleep before the promised drinks arrived.� They awoke to the overhead light and the pilot announcing their arrival at Cleveland, which sparkled along the lake shore below them like a millionaire�s array of jewels.� Before each the tray table supported a wilted paper cup of brown liquid whose ice had melted.

* * *

Sammy�s second leg ended at Hopkins International, where the aircraft landed about 3:30 a.m.� He was last off the plane, held back by a stewardess who accompanied him to the concourse and his waiting mother.

�How was the flight, dear?� Adelaide asked, searching his face.

�I came twice!� he bragged in her ear after kissing her cheek.

�Well, yes,� she responded, laughing gently, I guess you did.� �To New Orleans and then Cleveland.� Are you very tired?� Did you get any sleep?�

�Sleep?�

Her laugh subsided to an indulgent chuckle.� �I guess not.�� She sighed.� �I�m very tired, son, even if you�re not.� We�re fortunate Mama�s chauffeur is still with us.� Sammy, this is Dilway.�

�Hi-ya, Sammy,� intoned a gray-haired man in a green uniform standing beside his mother.� �Give me your tickets and I�ll pick up your luggage.� Do you know the way to the car, Ms. Canfield?�

�Yes, Dilway, and thank you.� Come along, Sammy.�

Both mother and son fell asleep almost immediately upon arriving in the limousine.� Sammy awoke groggily to the rocking as his luggage went into the back but not again until his mother shook him awake.

�We�re at Grandma�s.� Come on, Sammy.� They�ve put a cot in my room for you to use tonight.�

He slept through breakfast and lunch.� A maid shook him awake in midafternoon.� �You�re Sammy, right?� Here�s a snack.� Your mother�s orders are to eat, take a shower, change clothes and come downstairs.� You need to meet your relatives.�

�My relatives?�

�Yeah.� I�ll bet you didn�t know you had so many.� Nobody else did either!�

Indeed the ground floor was full of people.� Several large women pulled Sammy comfortingly into their breasts, but he promptly forgot every name he learned except one: Sherry Morgan, a third cousin, so he was told, with black shoulder-length hair, deep blue eyes and perky nipples pushing at her tank top.

When the adults lost interest, she looked at him with a sneer.� �What�re you, about twelve?�

�That�s right.�

�A baby!�

He laughed incredulously.� �A what?�

She tilted her head speculatively.� �Though you might be good for one thing.�

�One?�

�Yeah.� The pool�s still open but they won�t let me use it alone.� Bet you can�t swim.�

�Can too.�

�Well, what are you waiting for?� Go put on your suit and I�ll meet in the back.�

In five minutes they stood beside the large blue pool in the warm summer sun, appropriately dressed in bikinis.� Despite the old lady�s terminal illness, her household arrangements had continued.

�How much longer will they keep it open?� asked Sherry rhetorically.

�Who?�

�Whoever gets this house.�

�That�s right,� he said wonderingly.� �It�ll be somebody else�s, won�t it?�

�Of course!�� Sherry was smug and sought to be imposing, eight months his senior and a teenager at 13.� She arched her back to emphasize the small breasts concealed by the bikini top.

�I hadn�t thought about that,� he admitted.

�What do you think about anything?� she asked scornfully.

Sammy blinked at her.� �About what in particular?�

�Anything at all.� You�re still twelve � just a baby!� I�m a teenager.�

�So what?� he asked.� �You�re a kid too, like me.�

�Am not!� I have a boyfriend.�

�What�s his name?�

�Al, like in Alfred.� He�s 14 and when he does this� � she clenched her arm to emphasize the biceps � �he�s strong enough to � to throw you in the pool.�

�You think that needs strength?�� With a laugh he shoved her towards the edge.� Fortunately for her argument she had room to take one step and save herself from an involuntary dousing.

�See?� she demanded, dancing further away.� �You can�t even throw me in!�

Sammy felt benevolent after sleeping all morning, being petted by a houseful of female relatives and squeezed, in consolation of his presumed bereavement, between many pairs of bountiful breasts.� Now he stood with Sherry in the late afternoon sun, apparently the only guests interested in the pool, and smiled tolerantly at the annoyed girl.� �Didn�t really try.�

�Oh, yeah?� You couldn�t if you did try.� You�re still a baby.�

Sammy hunched his shoulders, wondering about her motive.� She was no more than a youngster, the same height as he.� She lacked the musky odor of a woman and her small tits were not impressive.

�What does a 14-year-old like about you?� he asked curiously.

She raised her chin with a sniff.� �We do everything together, Al and I.� Have you even touched a girl?�

�No,� he answered truthfully, having only known mature women.

�I thought so!� Just a baby!�

�Why do you keep harping on that?� he asked, beginning to feel similar annoyance.� �I�m obviously bigger than a baby.�

�So you�re a big baby.�

�The same size as you.�

�But I�m a teenager!�

�That means you�re at least thirteen.� So what?�

Her eyes flashed at him.� �Don�t you understand anything?� Aren�t you looking forward to being a teenager?�

Suddenly he recalled Helen�s words about fast-changing bodies and said positively, �No, I�m not.�

He lowered himself to the pool�s edge and dangled his feet in the water.

She joined him, hips in contact.� �You�re weird.� You have nice legs, though.� And your skin is pretty.� You don�t even have acne.�� Hers was only beginning.� She had squeezed the pus from two ugly bumps on her cheek just that morning.

He declared, �I�m not a teenager nor a baby either.�

�Yes, you are.� You�re a baby.�

�Am not.�

�Are too.�

He pulled aside his swim trunks to expose the lolling cock.� �Does a baby have one like that?�

Sherry gawked at the flaccid, four inch dong, creamy smooth with an unobstructed view of the circumcised bright pink glans.� A blue vein was faintly visible near the base.� �You filthy little ��� She started to protest his display but halted in mid flow and asked more softly, �Do all the boys have one like that?�

He grinned at her.� �How about Al�s?�

�I, I think ��

�Of course it�s not even hard yet,� he remarked proudly.

�You mean it gets � bigger?�

He released the swim suit and dropped into the water.� Sherry splashed in beside him.

�How big does it get?� she asked, touching his shoulder.

�I�ve never measured it, but I�m not a baby.�

�I guess not, Sammy, but you still look like a kid everywhere else.�

�I am a kid, and so are you.�

She mused, �I don�t think Al�s is that big.�

Sammy had never thought of kids having sex.� His only experience had been with adults, which he considered normal, so long as they weren�t wicked.� He had immediately spotted the discrepancy in Sherry�s tale.

�I thought you and Al had done everything?�

She blushed.� �I �� I felt his when we were wrestling.� On my hip.�

�Wrestling.� Were you fighting?�

�No, no, just playing around.�� She took a breath.� �Like kids do.�

�So you admit being a kid?�

�If it makes you feel any better.� Your thing � umm �� Can I see it again?�

The cousins waded to the shallow end of the pool, careful to position a large bush between themselves and the windows of the house.� He pushed down his trunks.

�Can I touch it?� she asked.

�If that�s what you want.�

Sherry�s hand enfolded the soft flesh that swelled quickly beyond her grasp.

�Wow!� she exclaimed.� �It�s huge!�

�Not a baby�s?�

�No way!�

Her smug demeanor had departed.� Now she regarded her pretty cousin in a totally new light.� When he pulled up his trunks, her face was that of child�s whose candy store has closed prematurely.

She had an idea and asked hopefully, �Do you want to see me?�

�What�s to see?�

�These!� she exclaimed, raising her bikini top to expose conical pubescent breasts.

He chuckled contemptuously.� �You�re the baby.�

Fuming, she climbed from the pool and raced to the house.

* * *

Later, after supper with the adults assembled downstairs, Sherry went upstairs in the huge old house to seek out Sammy.� She found him in the third floor den, lounging on the sofa to watch a small television.� She sat beside him, not touching.� The show concerned China, described by a know-it-all narrator whose tone she associated with the classroom.

�Boring!� she declared.

�The announcer said they�ll be the world�s strongest nation before long.�

�Who cares?� Boring, like I said.�

�Is there something else you want to see.�

She grinned at him.� �You�re right.� I want to see it again.�

He offered the remote.

�Not on TV, you dummy.�

He studied her.� �My cock?� Why?�

�Why do you think?� What�s the matter with you?�

�You really want to see my cock?�

�Girls are interested in cocks.� If you don�t know that, you really are a baby.�

�Girls?�� He sighed.� �I�ll admit I don�t know much about girls.�

Tonight she wore a halter that exposed her belly and shorts that revealed long, shapely legs as she stood up.� �Where�s your bedroom?�

�Nobody said.�

�Then we�ll go to mine.� Come on.�

Curious, Sammy followed her into an adjoining room.

She closed the door behind him, pushed the locking button and took a breath.� �Let�s trade.�

�What?� Bedrooms?�

�Looks.� Didn�t you ever trade pull-downs with the little girl next door?�

�Never was one next door.�

She shook her head.� �Amazing!� Well, here�s your chance to find out about girls.�

�Aren�t they just half-grown women?�

�I can�t believe you�re not interested!�

�I didn�t say that.�

�Then take off your clothes.�� As she spoke Sherry began removing hers.� Braless and sockless, she wore the same quantity of clothing as he: top, shorts, underpants and sneakers, which he kicked off right behind hers.

They regarded each other intently.� He realized she was more than half grown, with an hour-glass figure and legs shapely as his own, plus the perky breasts with sharp, very dark nipples.� Her black hair was down to the shoulders and her eyes were as dark as her nipples.

Sammy became conflicted.� Blood hardened his cock at the close inspection of her charms, yet he could not imagine having sex with another kid.� Sherry had no such difficulty.� She stepped near and palmed his hairless chest, tweaking a nipple that was raised on a cone of flesh.� She sought his mouth, and he relented, meeting her tongue.

She backed away breathlessly.� �Oh, god, Sammy!� Do you have a rubber?�

He blinked and asked in total innocence, �Is it going to rain?�

Sherry stepped back to stare.� �Was that a joke?�

�What good�s a rubber?�

She realized his face was prettier than hers.� But a glance at the turgid cock confirmed his masculinity.� She explained.� �I know you don�t have AIDS or any of that crap, but I�ve never done it before, Sammy, not all the way.�

�Never done what?�

�You know.�

Did she mean fucking?� �Well, you�re just a kid.�� He started to ask if grown men came to her, the reverse of Helen and himself, when she seemed to change the subject.

She said hesitantly, �Still, I think I�m safe.�

�Safe?�

�Yeah, my period ended on Friday.�

He frowned thoughtfully.� �You waited it out?�

�Well, yeah.�� She chuckled wryly.� �Like there�s any choice!�

�Sometimes there is,� he remarked, thinking of Mamma�s blue periods when she felt bad and periods of light, as she called them, when she felt good.� �Mamma says with a little planning you can avoid the bad ones.�

�She what?�� Sherry huffed, eyes wide.� �Only one way � and that�s worse than the period.�

He blinked.� �What�s worse?�

�Pregnancy is worse!�

�Pregnancy?�

�Don�t you understand anything?�

�I guess not, Sherry.� What do you want?�

Her hand closed around his cock.� �It�s stiff enough.�

�For what?�

�To do it.�� An arm around his shoulders pulled their bodies together.

�You do mean fucking!� But you�re just a kid, Sherry.�

�I�m thirteen and I want to do it!�

�Do you think we can?�

�It�s stiff enough.�� Hands on his arms, she fell back onto the bed and pulled him atop her.

He thought to take his position between her outspread legs.� But an etiquette taught by adult females made him pause.� He dropped his face upon the nearly hairless groin and with a stiff tongue licked the folds of flesh, careful to avoid pressure on the clit.� After making noises of surprise and disgust shading rapidly to delight, the girl screamed in a powerful orgasm.

His last climax had occurred hours before at 30,000 feet.� Strongly needing release, he rose between her raised knees and pushed his cock sharply into her, ripping the hymen.

�Stop!� Stop!� she cried, pushing at his shoulders.� �It hurts!�

He was fully into her, six inches deep.� �You�re kidding!�

�No, I�m not.� You ripped me.� Now get off!�

Shaking his head, resolving henceforth to stay away from young girls, he withdrew to lie beside her during the few seconds of jerking necessary for relief.� She watched in fascination, the pain in her groin notwithstanding, as the pretty cousin gasped and spewed onto his belly.

After a bit she stretched over and kissed his chin.� �I�m sorry, Sammy.� I wish you could have done me all the way, but you hurt me.� It still hurts.�

�You�re just a baby, Sherry.�

She held up a red-tinged hand.� �Maybe I was a baby.� I�m a woman now!�