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"The Scandalous Stewardess"
Chapter 8
"That was fantastic, Peter, just fantastic. I don't know when I've
been fucked quite so breathless," the exhausted blonde said sincerely.
But her mind was filled with dark thoughts of revenge em the virile
resort owner for the way he had treated her--like a filthy whore! It
wasn't enough him to give her a savage ass fucking; he made her lick his
cock clean right afterwards, then suck his huge cock off while he
kneeled over her with his big hands knotted in her hair. He almost
pulled it out by the roots! It wasn't until after all that that he
fucked her cunt, that he let her cum too! The bastard! The stuck-up
fucking bastard! Who the hell does he think he is, treating her like
that . . . calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have
against her?
Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes
closed. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled
inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his
vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had
settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with
Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected
Davie to was still to be arranged.
His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never
thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the
hell had he denied himself for so long? Too bad the blonde bitch
couldn't keep her hands off his tender daughter; if he hadn't seen that,
he would feel different about her perhaps . . . she certainly was one
helluva fuck, about the best he'd ever had, matching him stroke for
stroke, turning him on to unbelievable heights of passion with her
obscene words and her flaming, unbridled sexuality. She was a white
witch, using some kind of voodoo magic on him to draw the fiery cum out
of his balls. His only regret was that he had given her the
satisfaction of capitulating to her brazen desirability. He would have
gotten more points in his own mind if he had walked away from her a few
hours ago without so much as a kiss. But then, look what he would have
missed!
A few hours ago! Geezus christ--Davie! She was home alone--she'd
better be! Dammit--he had allowed his own sexual craving to overshadow
his new-found duties to his young daughter; he had been weak when he
should have been strong! He had to get back to the house!
He roe unsteadily to his feet. His mind was alert, but his body
responded torpidly. He blinked and looked around the room. The moon
had risen on the horizon and the warm, blue shadows no longer
illuminated the room. Still, they had never bothered to turn on a
light, so his eyes had only slight difficulty adjusting to the dimness.
He scuffed around the room, gathering his discarded clothing and began
to dress. He also began to collect his thoughts.
What to do about Trish Byers . . . he didn't want to see her again
and yet, he did. He had never known a woman as wildly abandoned, as
insatiable, as fantastic in bed, despite the handicap he gave her. But
she also represented a danger to his way of life, to the permanent
reunion he was planning for him and Davie--he didn't want his darling
little girl in the blonde's cunt-eating clutches ever again! One way to
insure that was to keep the stewie stuffed full of his cock! But how
would Davie feel about that? What was she supposed to do while he was
off screwing around with Trish? . . . She was still provocatively naked
when he came out of the bathroom. Goddamn, she was gorgeous, a paen to
carnal lust, right there in the flesh! He took her hand and raised her
up off the bed, drawing her naked body close to him. "Get some sleep,
k**. I'll see you tomorrow--or rather, later today," he said, smiling
down at her.
"Really?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.
"Well, sure. Maybe we'll go for a drive up and down the island!"
he grinned.
"I can hardly wait," she teased back.
He surprised himself by suddenly saying, "You know something?
Neither can I . . ."
* * *
Randy Ferris waited impatiently in the shadowy trees that bordered
his sister's guest unit until he saw the door open and Davie's father
started down the path along the beach for home. He had been scared to
death of seeing Knight on the way, after he left the dude's deflowered
daughter to her sweet--and sexy dreams! He had given her something to
dream about, all right! And she had given him plenty to tell Trish! He
couldn't get over how much that little doll baby had changed while he
was fucking her. She'd been nothing but a tight-assed, naive cherry
school-girl when they'd watched her old man giving it to Trish, and
later, when he'd tried to talk her into letting him fuck her. But once
he had his cock up her pussy. she'd undergone a goddamned
transformation to rival
any in the world! She almost broke his pecker with that hot, sweet body
of hers, fucking him back like a tigress--like Trish, for chrissake!
That was really saying something. And then she'd really blown his mind
afterwards, when he was apologizing to her, buttering her up so she
wouldn't squeal to her old man, asking her to forgive him for r****g
her! "When can we do it again?" she asks, WHEN CAN WE DO IT AGAIN!
Geezus!
He grinned to himself. All that sweating for nothing--he should
have known it would all be cool. Chicks didn't take ol' Randy's cock
inside their bellies just once without wanting it up there again and
again!
He walked up to the door and knocked softly. "Trish . . . it's
me. Hail the conquering hero, home from the war . . ." She met him as
he opened the door. His gorgeous sister was wearing a confident
smile--and that was all!
"Come in, you beautiful hunk," she said to him, wrapping her
graceful arms around his neck, "and tell your ever-lovin' sister all!"
He did. He told her everything in minute detail as he took off his
clothes and got into the big bed with her. He told her all about Davie
Knight between hot, tonguing kisses, and as he sucked her breasts. He
told her how he had practically ****d the frightened brunette as he lay
between her legs with his cock plugged into her pussy. He told her how
the young virgin had suddenly gone wild and fucked him back, as his
beautiful blonde sister returned his heated thrusts with masterful
thrusts of her own . . . until they came together on the bed, each body
part of a synchronized machine .
.. . each lapsing into memories of the exciting first encounters with the
very sexy, very promising father-daughter team.
Then Trish told Randy what had happened with Peter Knight--how he
had sodomized her, then made her suck his cock . . . (She was sucking
Randy's cock as she related her tale of mistreatment.) After she
finished blowing her brother, she let him in on her latest plan a way to
have her fucking cake and eat it, too! The youth's heavy lidded eyes
widened with apprehension. "Trish, you're out of your mind. Knight is
never going to go for that! You're really asking for trouble this
time," he said incredulously.
She gave him one of her wiser-than-thou smiles as she snuggled next
to him and drew the sheet over their tired, spent bodies. "Wait and we,
lovey . . . Just wait and see . . ."
Chapter 10
A radiant, refreshed Davie Knight awoke around 9:30 the next
morning from a deep and delicious sleep. God, she felt great!
Absolutely marvelous. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled; she was
exquisitely healthy . . .
She sat up in bed clutching her bent knees to her chest. A
satisfied smile played constantly around her full, sensuous lips. Over
and over she kept thinking to herself, I'm a woman now--a real woman!
I'm not just a scared k** in school any more . . . I'm a woman! I've
had a man's warm, wonderful penis inside me . . . I've been made love
to--fucked--by a man, and I want to have it again. Oh, I can't wait to
have Randy's big beautiful cock inside me again!
She giggled girlishly to herself as she thought how wicked it was
of her to have such blatant desires. No wonder Trish said the things
she did yesterday at the beach--she's had it hundreds of times probably
and really loves it and needs it. And Daddy, too, and probably even
more, because he's a man, and men always seem to be horny! That's just
the way they were built. Besides, Daddy is such a strong, handsome,
virile man . . . it was easy to see why Trish wanted him to make love to
her . . .
Davie reviewed the scene in Trish's room, with the two of them
naked and screwing wantonly. She was no longer shocked or upset by what
she had witnessed. She understood now what made them go at each other
like, well, not like a****ls exactly, but like two people who were just
ready turned on and had to have each other. Sure, she could get behind
that, and she didn't feel any more animosity toward Trish, no
disappointment with her father. She knew she could face him now,
because each of them had secrets they couldn't share with the other . .
.. not yet, anyway.
Thoughts of her father suddenly caused her to turn and look in his
direction. He was lying on his side in the big bed, sound asleep. Poor
lamb, he's pooped, she thought sympathetically. He must have had quite
a night of it!
Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of her strong, handsome
daddy making love to Trish Byers. He's got to be a fantastic lover,
with that heavenly body, and that enormous penis of his . . . it must
have felt
so good to Trish . . . Daddy's wonderful thing deep inside her . . .
what would it be like to feel all that cock stuffed inside her?
Davie suddenly realized that she had been thinking of herself . . .
her and her daddy! What was the matter with her? She must be nuts,
sick, to think a thing like that! Good God--her own father . . . her
daddy, her daddy's penis!
She got up quickly and pulled a pair of shorts and a halter top out
of the drawer, tore off her shortie pajamas and dressed in a flash.
Then she tiptoed past her father's bed into the bathroom, where she
brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face. She smiled at her
reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair. Yes, she looked like a
real woman now . . .
A phone call to Benny, the maitre d', brought a kitchen assistant
to the house in less than fifteen minutes. He arrived in a golf cart
with a huge tray of covered dishes. Davie gave him a dollar and thanked
him effusively, aware that the young man's dark eyes roamed her body
with barely concealed interest. He hadn't paid much attention to her
before, it seemed. Did he think she looked like a real woman too?
She went outside to gather a few of the more fragrant island
wildflowers that grew in the sandy ground. There wasn't much, but she
made a clever little bouquet from what she could find and placed them in
a little glass pot she found in the cupboard. Then she placed the pot
on the serving tray and took it into the bedroom where her beloved
father still lay fast asleep.
Putting the tray down on the large, low night stand next to the
bed, she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stirred
and brought his hand up to his face as though to brush away a fly.
Davie giggled. Then she repeated the kiss, this time letting her lips
linger for a second longer. "Wake up, lazy bones. Rise and shine," she
whispered in his ear.
Peter Knight was dreaming about Trish Byers--and about his
daughter.
He was lying naked on a bed with two naked serving girls offering
him platters of sumptuous food. The platters hid their faces. At his
silent command, both women brought the silver trays before him, exposing
their beautiful, lusting faces--Trish . . . and Davie! Then the girls
formed a human bridge across his body and began to kiss each other. He
caressed both their bodies with his fingertips, marveling at the
softness of their skin . . . the incredible feel of their breasts on his
hairy chest. His cock was rigidly erect. He pushed the women apart and
sat up between them. Everything was in slow motion. Trash straddled
him and slid backward towards his cock, lifting her body languorously
and lowering it closer and closer to his throbbing malehead. But just
as she was about to impale herself on has scalding rod, she suddenly
took on the form and face of his daughter! He immediately went soft,
and Davie chided him: "Get it
up, Daddy! Get it up!" She reached down and shook him by the
shoulders, rubbing her lithe young body against his groin, making him
swell to instant hardness again. "Get it up, Daddy . . . Daddy, get it
up!" . . .
"Daddy, get up. Get up, Daddy!" Davie shouted to him as she shook
his broad shoulder as best she could with her small hand. His eyes flew
open and he shook his head, trying to clear his muddled brain of the
erotic dream. Much to his dismay, he had a huge erection. It was
damned lucky he was lying on his side!
"Davie, what are you doing here?" he asked dumbly.
"I live here, silly. Remember?" she said with a little ripple of
laughter. "Gee, you sure are hard to wake up. But you have to now;
your breakfast won't stay hot forever, you know."
"Breakfast?" The smell of scrambled eggs and ham and strong, hot
coffee wafted unto his nostrils. He turned to her. She was learning
over him, reaching for another pillow to prop behind his head. Mutely
he raised himself up, catching sight of her bobbing young breasts as she
plumped the two pillows together behind him. He looked up into her
face--she was so fresh, so wholesome, so goddamn sexy.
The lithe brunette beauty smiled lovingly at her bewildered
father.
"I hope you won't be mad at me, Daddy. I wanted to serve you breakfast
in bed, so I had them send it up from the dining room," she said
brightly, then added, "you're not mad, are you?"
He grinned at her reassuringly. "Course not, honey. How could I
possibly be mad at that? I think this is the first time in my life I've
ever been served breakfast in bed by a beautiful young lady; it's not
even my birthday!"
"Well, it won't be the last time, I can promise you that . . . not
as long as I'm here!" she added. Then she stopped short, looking at him
anxiously. "I will be here, won't I, Daddy?"
"Yes, darling. You'll be here. You can count on that."
"Oh, Daddy . . . I love you so much!" she said, grabbing him
around the neck and hugging his face tightly to her yielding bosom. He
was so good, so fine, so human . . . how could she have been so confused
and tormented when she saw him doing something as natural as making
love, her wonderful daddy? . . .
They ate breakfast together then, with Davie sitting on the edge of
the bed, chattering brightly about all sorts of things the two of them
could do together. Very casually he inquired about Randy Ferris, and
how long the blonde youth had stayed.
"Oh, just a little while, Daddy. He didn't want to make you mad,
because he wants to take me for a swim . . ." she said, concentrating on
the marmalade she was spreading on her toast with unusual determination.
"That's nice," the handsome man said absent-mindedly. He was
watching Davie's firm little breast jostle against its twin under her
green print halter. "Sure, I suppose you could go for a swim with him
sometime . . . His mind screamed, No! I don't want that raunchy little
bastard to see Davie in a bikini! What if he persuades her to take it
off, the way Trish did?
"Could I, Daddy?" she asked, looking up hopefully at him.
"Absolutely."
"Oh, great! Thank you, Daddy. He's coming to pick me up at
11:00."
"What! That's out of the question. You . . . you got too much sun
yesterday. You can put that swimming business off until tomorrow or the
next day!" he sputtered.
Davie looked at him, disappointment and dismay plainly evident in
her lovely face. "Daddy! What's the matter? Why don't you want me to
go swimming with Randy Ferris?" she asked him plaintively.
"I . . . I didn't say you couldn't go swimming with him, honey.
It's just . . . well, Randy is a lot older than you are. He's not
exactly a boy any more . . ." Peter Knight cleared his throat
self-consciously.
Oh, don't I know that he isn't a boy anymore!, Davie thought
triumphantly to herself. He's a man . . . just like you are, Daddy!
"And I'm not exactly a little girl any more, Daddy," she
protested.
"You have to realize that. I can't stand to be treated like a c***d.
That's just the way Mother treats me, as I told you. I didn't think you
were going to do the same . . ."
She had him now, and he knew it all too well. What could he say?
He had no choice but to give her her way and hope to God she had enough
fortitude to resist that brash, good-looking Ferris k**. Shit! Having
a luscious teenage daughter around was a helluva lot tougher than he
imagined.
"OK. OK, sweetheart. I concede. Just watch yourself, Davie.
Randy is a pretty smooth operator."
"He is . . .?" she asked, feigning surprise and disbelief. Her
hazel eyes sparkled with the faintest glimmer of artfulness. She placed
a warm hand on his and smiled at him sympathetically. "Don't worry,
Daddy dear . . . Everything's going to work out fine . . . just fine .
.. ."
* * *
As soon as they were out of sight and racing away from the resort,
Randy reached across the stick shift and placed a warm hand on Davie's
bare thigh, giving it a knowing squeeze that caused the young girl to
jump in the bucket seat. She looked over at him and he gave her one of
his slow, sexy smiles. She sent him one of her own. They both broke
out laughing then, and Randy stepped on the accelerator of the red MG
and roared down the island road in the hot sun. Davie really did look
fantastic today; better than she had ever looked. There was something
different about her, more mature. She seemed to have blossomed
over-night. If she's like this after one fast fuck, what's she going to
be like after a long, leisurely one? he wondered. Christ! She's going
to give Trish some tough competition!
He drove all the way to the point at the southern end of the island
and parked the convertible in a narrow grove of trees. Then they both
got out of the sports car and walked hand and hand onto the beach. He
was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans over his trunks, and a white tee
shirt. Davie admired his legs as he spread an old blanket on the
shimmering sand. Her pussy began to tingle with anticipation as she
thought of his virile young cock and the fucking she knew she would
get. What was happening to her? She was becoming as horny as a guy!
"Would m'lady care to be seated?" he asked, making a courtly bow
and stretching out a muscular arm towards the blanket. Davie laughed.
"My pleasure," she answered in a British accent, as she dropped to her
knees on the worn bed cover. Randy sat down beside her. He reached
into his back pocket and carefully pulled something out, holding it up
for her to see. It was a joint of marijuana . . . Davie's eyes
widened. "Where did you get that?" she asked naively.
"Santa left it in my stocking. He came by a few days early," he
joked. Davie grinned sheepishly. "You nut!" she told him.
He lit up then, drawing the smoke into his lungs in quick
inhalations. He closed his lips and wrinkled his brow as he held the
pungent smoke inside for several seconds. He took one more toke, then
handed it to her.
Davie hadn't smoked pot often. She just had never gotten into it
that much. But she wasn't about to let him know that. So she mimicked
his style, and drew the hot smoke into her lungs. The next moment she
was choking and coughing, her eyes watering from the harsh stinging in
her throat. It wasn't the best grass in the world!
Randy couldn't help laughing at her. For a moment, she looked like
a little girl again. It was obvious that she was embarrassed as hell.
He took the joint from her and dragged deeply on it again. She held out
her fingers, determined not to look like a juvenile who couldn't handle
it. Randy smiled slyly. She was taking the bait, all right. Not that
he had to get her stoned in order to fuck her--he had already proved
that. But he had something else in mind; something she might be a
little more reluctant to try. He wanted her to suck his cock! He would
be the first guy to fuck her in the mouth, too! And if all went as he
planned it, he'd have her asshole cherry before the day was out!
Davie inhaled the narcotic cigarette daintily, in short puffs,
unwilling to risk another coughing fit. She was already beginning to
feel lightheaded. She felt floaty, as though her limbs were
weightless. She had an unexplainable urge to giggle. And she did. She
took a few more short pulls on the intoxicating weed before she handed
it back to Randy.
When there was nothing left except a tiny hollow tube of paper,
Randy deposited it in his mouth, swallowed it and stood up to take off
his clothes. She thought that was very funny. She laughed and
laughed. She couldn't stop laughing. "You ate the roach! You ate it!"
she said over and over again.
Randy thought to himself, Yeah, baby, and you're going to eat it,
too. And it ain't gonna be a roach! "C'mon, doll, take off your
clothes. You haven't lived 'til you've gone skinny dippin' stoned."
That sounded like a marvelous idea. Without hesitation, she rose
unsteadily to her feet and started to untie her halter top. Randy
walked slowly over to her. "Here, I'll do that," he said. There was
something so masterful about him. He knew how to take charge of things,
and she obediently turned around while he untied the knot at her neck,
then did the same to the one at her waist. The skimpy garment fen away
from her body and floated limply to the ground like a sad little flag.
She stood there watching it, giggling at it, until she felt Randy's
hands slip around her from behind and grab her bare boobs in his
masculine hands. He pulled her back against him and she drew in her
breath sharply as her back came in contact with his smooth, broad chest
and his hands roamed over her naked, sensitive breasts.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes to the wonderful
sensations his hands were creating in her. The sun shone hotly on her
skin, melting her, turning her into jelly. Her pussy became a bowl of
warm, sticky jelly. She was aware of something hard and demanding
pressing into her buttocks, between the cheeks of her ass . . . his
penis . . . Randy's hard, sturdy penis . . .
She was very turned on, and she leaned back even further into him,
with her arms dangling at her sides, in a shameless and wanton posture
of submission. She was ready to make love now; she wanted it right
now. Why didn't he fuck her now?
Randy's hands moved down her sleek belly and found the zipper of
her shorts. Deftly, he unzipped them and began to work them down over
her flaring hips. Davie wriggled her ass against him to assist him with
the stopping. She giggled again. Her brain was dazed and her attitude
incoherent. She could have cared less if there were an ocean liner full
of camera-clicking spectators anchored out in the sea. In fact, she
sort of wished there were . . .
The shorts lay puddled at her feet. Next, Randy slipped his hands
inside her filmy panties, reaching along her bare skin until he touched
her silky crop of pubic hair. She moaned again, breathless at his
exciting touch as he gently fingered the pad of curls and cupped her
pussymound in one of his dampish palms. "Yessssss . . . oh, yessssss,
do that!" she screamed wordlessly. The sounds evaporated in her
throat. But her squirming body and raspy breathing got the message
across. The wily blonde youth smiled confidently to himself. Snickered
silently, was more like it.
The panties came down her hips and thighs and calves to commingle
with the shorts and halter. She was an island in a little sea of
clothing. She thought that funny also.
"Let's go for a swim," Randy whispered in her pretty ear. He
followed up the suggestion with his tongue, flicking it inside to tickle
the highly sensitive orifice. Davie almost collapsed from the
sensation. Oh God, oh how she wanted him to fuck her now. He was
driving her insane. All she could think of was his juicy cock
plundering her steaming vaginal depths. How could he thank of anything
else?
"A swim?" she echoed weakly. "Now?"
"Yeah, right now. I want to get it over with so l can come back up
here and eat your sweet little pussy!"
Oh, God, did he ready mean that? She was dazed by his lewd
suggestion, and she followed mutely as he led her by the hand down to
the edge of the water, his long, powerful cock jutting out ahead of
him. His backside reminded her of some of the statues of Greek gods she
had seen at a museum, his muscles ripping as he walked, his physique,
perfect. Yes, he was a statue come to life, leading her down to the
glassy, azure sea.
It was an incredible experience to swim like that--naked and
stoned, and horny. She mostly floated, letting her glossy, long hair
fan out on the water like the tentacles of an octopus. Suddenly she
felt a rude splash of water on her face as Randy swam up beside her and
sent a deliberate shower of sea water in her direction. She flailed and
sputtered and began to tread water. She splashed him back and they
played like porpoises for a while. Then he dived down under the water,
and under her legs and grabbed her pussy with his mouth! She screamed
and fell backwards. Before she had a chance to gather her wits, the
strong, sexy youth appeared in front of her and pushed her head down
with his hand . . . down under the water . . . down to his loins, to his
genitals! It lasted only a moment, then he pulled her back up again,
but the moment had served to implant a portent of things to come--of
things to cum! God, did he really expect her to do that? Noooooo--that
was dirty, perverted. She couldn't possibly do that! She wouldn't take
him in her mouth, the way she had seen her mother doing it to that
disgusting fairy!
Chapter 8
"That was fantastic, Peter, just fantastic. I don't know when I've
been fucked quite so breathless," the exhausted blonde said sincerely.
But her mind was filled with dark thoughts of revenge em the virile
resort owner for the way he had treated her--like a filthy whore! It
wasn't enough him to give her a savage ass fucking; he made her lick his
cock clean right afterwards, then suck his huge cock off while he
kneeled over her with his big hands knotted in her hair. He almost
pulled it out by the roots! It wasn't until after all that that he
fucked her cunt, that he let her cum too! The bastard! The stuck-up
fucking bastard! Who the hell does he think he is, treating her like
that . . . calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have
against her?
Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes
closed. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled
inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his
vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had
settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with
Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected
Davie to was still to be arranged.
His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never
thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the
hell had he denied himself for so long? Too bad the blonde bitch
couldn't keep her hands off his tender daughter; if he hadn't seen that,
he would feel different about her perhaps . . . she certainly was one
helluva fuck, about the best he'd ever had, matching him stroke for
stroke, turning him on to unbelievable heights of passion with her
obscene words and her flaming, unbridled sexuality. She was a white
witch, using some kind of voodoo magic on him to draw the fiery cum out
of his balls. His only regret was that he had given her the
satisfaction of capitulating to her brazen desirability. He would have
gotten more points in his own mind if he had walked away from her a few
hours ago without so much as a kiss. But then, look what he would have
missed!
A few hours ago! Geezus christ--Davie! She was home alone--she'd
better be! Dammit--he had allowed his own sexual craving to overshadow
his new-found duties to his young daughter; he had been weak when he
should have been strong! He had to get back to the house!
He roe unsteadily to his feet. His mind was alert, but his body
responded torpidly. He blinked and looked around the room. The moon
had risen on the horizon and the warm, blue shadows no longer
illuminated the room. Still, they had never bothered to turn on a
light, so his eyes had only slight difficulty adjusting to the dimness.
He scuffed around the room, gathering his discarded clothing and began
to dress. He also began to collect his thoughts.
What to do about Trish Byers . . . he didn't want to see her again
and yet, he did. He had never known a woman as wildly abandoned, as
insatiable, as fantastic in bed, despite the handicap he gave her. But
she also represented a danger to his way of life, to the permanent
reunion he was planning for him and Davie--he didn't want his darling
little girl in the blonde's cunt-eating clutches ever again! One way to
insure that was to keep the stewie stuffed full of his cock! But how
would Davie feel about that? What was she supposed to do while he was
off screwing around with Trish? . . . She was still provocatively naked
when he came out of the bathroom. Goddamn, she was gorgeous, a paen to
carnal lust, right there in the flesh! He took her hand and raised her
up off the bed, drawing her naked body close to him. "Get some sleep,
k**. I'll see you tomorrow--or rather, later today," he said, smiling
down at her.
"Really?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.
"Well, sure. Maybe we'll go for a drive up and down the island!"
he grinned.
"I can hardly wait," she teased back.
He surprised himself by suddenly saying, "You know something?
Neither can I . . ."
* * *
Randy Ferris waited impatiently in the shadowy trees that bordered
his sister's guest unit until he saw the door open and Davie's father
started down the path along the beach for home. He had been scared to
death of seeing Knight on the way, after he left the dude's deflowered
daughter to her sweet--and sexy dreams! He had given her something to
dream about, all right! And she had given him plenty to tell Trish! He
couldn't get over how much that little doll baby had changed while he
was fucking her. She'd been nothing but a tight-assed, naive cherry
school-girl when they'd watched her old man giving it to Trish, and
later, when he'd tried to talk her into letting him fuck her. But once
he had his cock up her pussy. she'd undergone a goddamned
transformation to rival
any in the world! She almost broke his pecker with that hot, sweet body
of hers, fucking him back like a tigress--like Trish, for chrissake!
That was really saying something. And then she'd really blown his mind
afterwards, when he was apologizing to her, buttering her up so she
wouldn't squeal to her old man, asking her to forgive him for r****g
her! "When can we do it again?" she asks, WHEN CAN WE DO IT AGAIN!
Geezus!
He grinned to himself. All that sweating for nothing--he should
have known it would all be cool. Chicks didn't take ol' Randy's cock
inside their bellies just once without wanting it up there again and
again!
He walked up to the door and knocked softly. "Trish . . . it's
me. Hail the conquering hero, home from the war . . ." She met him as
he opened the door. His gorgeous sister was wearing a confident
smile--and that was all!
"Come in, you beautiful hunk," she said to him, wrapping her
graceful arms around his neck, "and tell your ever-lovin' sister all!"
He did. He told her everything in minute detail as he took off his
clothes and got into the big bed with her. He told her all about Davie
Knight between hot, tonguing kisses, and as he sucked her breasts. He
told her how he had practically ****d the frightened brunette as he lay
between her legs with his cock plugged into her pussy. He told her how
the young virgin had suddenly gone wild and fucked him back, as his
beautiful blonde sister returned his heated thrusts with masterful
thrusts of her own . . . until they came together on the bed, each body
part of a synchronized machine .
.. . each lapsing into memories of the exciting first encounters with the
very sexy, very promising father-daughter team.
Then Trish told Randy what had happened with Peter Knight--how he
had sodomized her, then made her suck his cock . . . (She was sucking
Randy's cock as she related her tale of mistreatment.) After she
finished blowing her brother, she let him in on her latest plan a way to
have her fucking cake and eat it, too! The youth's heavy lidded eyes
widened with apprehension. "Trish, you're out of your mind. Knight is
never going to go for that! You're really asking for trouble this
time," he said incredulously.
She gave him one of her wiser-than-thou smiles as she snuggled next
to him and drew the sheet over their tired, spent bodies. "Wait and we,
lovey . . . Just wait and see . . ."
Chapter 10
A radiant, refreshed Davie Knight awoke around 9:30 the next
morning from a deep and delicious sleep. God, she felt great!
Absolutely marvelous. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled; she was
exquisitely healthy . . .
She sat up in bed clutching her bent knees to her chest. A
satisfied smile played constantly around her full, sensuous lips. Over
and over she kept thinking to herself, I'm a woman now--a real woman!
I'm not just a scared k** in school any more . . . I'm a woman! I've
had a man's warm, wonderful penis inside me . . . I've been made love
to--fucked--by a man, and I want to have it again. Oh, I can't wait to
have Randy's big beautiful cock inside me again!
She giggled girlishly to herself as she thought how wicked it was
of her to have such blatant desires. No wonder Trish said the things
she did yesterday at the beach--she's had it hundreds of times probably
and really loves it and needs it. And Daddy, too, and probably even
more, because he's a man, and men always seem to be horny! That's just
the way they were built. Besides, Daddy is such a strong, handsome,
virile man . . . it was easy to see why Trish wanted him to make love to
her . . .
Davie reviewed the scene in Trish's room, with the two of them
naked and screwing wantonly. She was no longer shocked or upset by what
she had witnessed. She understood now what made them go at each other
like, well, not like a****ls exactly, but like two people who were just
ready turned on and had to have each other. Sure, she could get behind
that, and she didn't feel any more animosity toward Trish, no
disappointment with her father. She knew she could face him now,
because each of them had secrets they couldn't share with the other . .
.. not yet, anyway.
Thoughts of her father suddenly caused her to turn and look in his
direction. He was lying on his side in the big bed, sound asleep. Poor
lamb, he's pooped, she thought sympathetically. He must have had quite
a night of it!
Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of her strong, handsome
daddy making love to Trish Byers. He's got to be a fantastic lover,
with that heavenly body, and that enormous penis of his . . . it must
have felt
so good to Trish . . . Daddy's wonderful thing deep inside her . . .
what would it be like to feel all that cock stuffed inside her?
Davie suddenly realized that she had been thinking of herself . . .
her and her daddy! What was the matter with her? She must be nuts,
sick, to think a thing like that! Good God--her own father . . . her
daddy, her daddy's penis!
She got up quickly and pulled a pair of shorts and a halter top out
of the drawer, tore off her shortie pajamas and dressed in a flash.
Then she tiptoed past her father's bed into the bathroom, where she
brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face. She smiled at her
reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair. Yes, she looked like a
real woman now . . .
A phone call to Benny, the maitre d', brought a kitchen assistant
to the house in less than fifteen minutes. He arrived in a golf cart
with a huge tray of covered dishes. Davie gave him a dollar and thanked
him effusively, aware that the young man's dark eyes roamed her body
with barely concealed interest. He hadn't paid much attention to her
before, it seemed. Did he think she looked like a real woman too?
She went outside to gather a few of the more fragrant island
wildflowers that grew in the sandy ground. There wasn't much, but she
made a clever little bouquet from what she could find and placed them in
a little glass pot she found in the cupboard. Then she placed the pot
on the serving tray and took it into the bedroom where her beloved
father still lay fast asleep.
Putting the tray down on the large, low night stand next to the
bed, she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stirred
and brought his hand up to his face as though to brush away a fly.
Davie giggled. Then she repeated the kiss, this time letting her lips
linger for a second longer. "Wake up, lazy bones. Rise and shine," she
whispered in his ear.
Peter Knight was dreaming about Trish Byers--and about his
daughter.
He was lying naked on a bed with two naked serving girls offering
him platters of sumptuous food. The platters hid their faces. At his
silent command, both women brought the silver trays before him, exposing
their beautiful, lusting faces--Trish . . . and Davie! Then the girls
formed a human bridge across his body and began to kiss each other. He
caressed both their bodies with his fingertips, marveling at the
softness of their skin . . . the incredible feel of their breasts on his
hairy chest. His cock was rigidly erect. He pushed the women apart and
sat up between them. Everything was in slow motion. Trash straddled
him and slid backward towards his cock, lifting her body languorously
and lowering it closer and closer to his throbbing malehead. But just
as she was about to impale herself on has scalding rod, she suddenly
took on the form and face of his daughter! He immediately went soft,
and Davie chided him: "Get it
up, Daddy! Get it up!" She reached down and shook him by the
shoulders, rubbing her lithe young body against his groin, making him
swell to instant hardness again. "Get it up, Daddy . . . Daddy, get it
up!" . . .
"Daddy, get up. Get up, Daddy!" Davie shouted to him as she shook
his broad shoulder as best she could with her small hand. His eyes flew
open and he shook his head, trying to clear his muddled brain of the
erotic dream. Much to his dismay, he had a huge erection. It was
damned lucky he was lying on his side!
"Davie, what are you doing here?" he asked dumbly.
"I live here, silly. Remember?" she said with a little ripple of
laughter. "Gee, you sure are hard to wake up. But you have to now;
your breakfast won't stay hot forever, you know."
"Breakfast?" The smell of scrambled eggs and ham and strong, hot
coffee wafted unto his nostrils. He turned to her. She was learning
over him, reaching for another pillow to prop behind his head. Mutely
he raised himself up, catching sight of her bobbing young breasts as she
plumped the two pillows together behind him. He looked up into her
face--she was so fresh, so wholesome, so goddamn sexy.
The lithe brunette beauty smiled lovingly at her bewildered
father.
"I hope you won't be mad at me, Daddy. I wanted to serve you breakfast
in bed, so I had them send it up from the dining room," she said
brightly, then added, "you're not mad, are you?"
He grinned at her reassuringly. "Course not, honey. How could I
possibly be mad at that? I think this is the first time in my life I've
ever been served breakfast in bed by a beautiful young lady; it's not
even my birthday!"
"Well, it won't be the last time, I can promise you that . . . not
as long as I'm here!" she added. Then she stopped short, looking at him
anxiously. "I will be here, won't I, Daddy?"
"Yes, darling. You'll be here. You can count on that."
"Oh, Daddy . . . I love you so much!" she said, grabbing him
around the neck and hugging his face tightly to her yielding bosom. He
was so good, so fine, so human . . . how could she have been so confused
and tormented when she saw him doing something as natural as making
love, her wonderful daddy? . . .
They ate breakfast together then, with Davie sitting on the edge of
the bed, chattering brightly about all sorts of things the two of them
could do together. Very casually he inquired about Randy Ferris, and
how long the blonde youth had stayed.
"Oh, just a little while, Daddy. He didn't want to make you mad,
because he wants to take me for a swim . . ." she said, concentrating on
the marmalade she was spreading on her toast with unusual determination.
"That's nice," the handsome man said absent-mindedly. He was
watching Davie's firm little breast jostle against its twin under her
green print halter. "Sure, I suppose you could go for a swim with him
sometime . . . His mind screamed, No! I don't want that raunchy little
bastard to see Davie in a bikini! What if he persuades her to take it
off, the way Trish did?
"Could I, Daddy?" she asked, looking up hopefully at him.
"Absolutely."
"Oh, great! Thank you, Daddy. He's coming to pick me up at
11:00."
"What! That's out of the question. You . . . you got too much sun
yesterday. You can put that swimming business off until tomorrow or the
next day!" he sputtered.
Davie looked at him, disappointment and dismay plainly evident in
her lovely face. "Daddy! What's the matter? Why don't you want me to
go swimming with Randy Ferris?" she asked him plaintively.
"I . . . I didn't say you couldn't go swimming with him, honey.
It's just . . . well, Randy is a lot older than you are. He's not
exactly a boy any more . . ." Peter Knight cleared his throat
self-consciously.
Oh, don't I know that he isn't a boy anymore!, Davie thought
triumphantly to herself. He's a man . . . just like you are, Daddy!
"And I'm not exactly a little girl any more, Daddy," she
protested.
"You have to realize that. I can't stand to be treated like a c***d.
That's just the way Mother treats me, as I told you. I didn't think you
were going to do the same . . ."
She had him now, and he knew it all too well. What could he say?
He had no choice but to give her her way and hope to God she had enough
fortitude to resist that brash, good-looking Ferris k**. Shit! Having
a luscious teenage daughter around was a helluva lot tougher than he
imagined.
"OK. OK, sweetheart. I concede. Just watch yourself, Davie.
Randy is a pretty smooth operator."
"He is . . .?" she asked, feigning surprise and disbelief. Her
hazel eyes sparkled with the faintest glimmer of artfulness. She placed
a warm hand on his and smiled at him sympathetically. "Don't worry,
Daddy dear . . . Everything's going to work out fine . . . just fine .
.. ."
* * *
As soon as they were out of sight and racing away from the resort,
Randy reached across the stick shift and placed a warm hand on Davie's
bare thigh, giving it a knowing squeeze that caused the young girl to
jump in the bucket seat. She looked over at him and he gave her one of
his slow, sexy smiles. She sent him one of her own. They both broke
out laughing then, and Randy stepped on the accelerator of the red MG
and roared down the island road in the hot sun. Davie really did look
fantastic today; better than she had ever looked. There was something
different about her, more mature. She seemed to have blossomed
over-night. If she's like this after one fast fuck, what's she going to
be like after a long, leisurely one? he wondered. Christ! She's going
to give Trish some tough competition!
He drove all the way to the point at the southern end of the island
and parked the convertible in a narrow grove of trees. Then they both
got out of the sports car and walked hand and hand onto the beach. He
was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans over his trunks, and a white tee
shirt. Davie admired his legs as he spread an old blanket on the
shimmering sand. Her pussy began to tingle with anticipation as she
thought of his virile young cock and the fucking she knew she would
get. What was happening to her? She was becoming as horny as a guy!
"Would m'lady care to be seated?" he asked, making a courtly bow
and stretching out a muscular arm towards the blanket. Davie laughed.
"My pleasure," she answered in a British accent, as she dropped to her
knees on the worn bed cover. Randy sat down beside her. He reached
into his back pocket and carefully pulled something out, holding it up
for her to see. It was a joint of marijuana . . . Davie's eyes
widened. "Where did you get that?" she asked naively.
"Santa left it in my stocking. He came by a few days early," he
joked. Davie grinned sheepishly. "You nut!" she told him.
He lit up then, drawing the smoke into his lungs in quick
inhalations. He closed his lips and wrinkled his brow as he held the
pungent smoke inside for several seconds. He took one more toke, then
handed it to her.
Davie hadn't smoked pot often. She just had never gotten into it
that much. But she wasn't about to let him know that. So she mimicked
his style, and drew the hot smoke into her lungs. The next moment she
was choking and coughing, her eyes watering from the harsh stinging in
her throat. It wasn't the best grass in the world!
Randy couldn't help laughing at her. For a moment, she looked like
a little girl again. It was obvious that she was embarrassed as hell.
He took the joint from her and dragged deeply on it again. She held out
her fingers, determined not to look like a juvenile who couldn't handle
it. Randy smiled slyly. She was taking the bait, all right. Not that
he had to get her stoned in order to fuck her--he had already proved
that. But he had something else in mind; something she might be a
little more reluctant to try. He wanted her to suck his cock! He would
be the first guy to fuck her in the mouth, too! And if all went as he
planned it, he'd have her asshole cherry before the day was out!
Davie inhaled the narcotic cigarette daintily, in short puffs,
unwilling to risk another coughing fit. She was already beginning to
feel lightheaded. She felt floaty, as though her limbs were
weightless. She had an unexplainable urge to giggle. And she did. She
took a few more short pulls on the intoxicating weed before she handed
it back to Randy.
When there was nothing left except a tiny hollow tube of paper,
Randy deposited it in his mouth, swallowed it and stood up to take off
his clothes. She thought that was very funny. She laughed and
laughed. She couldn't stop laughing. "You ate the roach! You ate it!"
she said over and over again.
Randy thought to himself, Yeah, baby, and you're going to eat it,
too. And it ain't gonna be a roach! "C'mon, doll, take off your
clothes. You haven't lived 'til you've gone skinny dippin' stoned."
That sounded like a marvelous idea. Without hesitation, she rose
unsteadily to her feet and started to untie her halter top. Randy
walked slowly over to her. "Here, I'll do that," he said. There was
something so masterful about him. He knew how to take charge of things,
and she obediently turned around while he untied the knot at her neck,
then did the same to the one at her waist. The skimpy garment fen away
from her body and floated limply to the ground like a sad little flag.
She stood there watching it, giggling at it, until she felt Randy's
hands slip around her from behind and grab her bare boobs in his
masculine hands. He pulled her back against him and she drew in her
breath sharply as her back came in contact with his smooth, broad chest
and his hands roamed over her naked, sensitive breasts.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes to the wonderful
sensations his hands were creating in her. The sun shone hotly on her
skin, melting her, turning her into jelly. Her pussy became a bowl of
warm, sticky jelly. She was aware of something hard and demanding
pressing into her buttocks, between the cheeks of her ass . . . his
penis . . . Randy's hard, sturdy penis . . .
She was very turned on, and she leaned back even further into him,
with her arms dangling at her sides, in a shameless and wanton posture
of submission. She was ready to make love now; she wanted it right
now. Why didn't he fuck her now?
Randy's hands moved down her sleek belly and found the zipper of
her shorts. Deftly, he unzipped them and began to work them down over
her flaring hips. Davie wriggled her ass against him to assist him with
the stopping. She giggled again. Her brain was dazed and her attitude
incoherent. She could have cared less if there were an ocean liner full
of camera-clicking spectators anchored out in the sea. In fact, she
sort of wished there were . . .
The shorts lay puddled at her feet. Next, Randy slipped his hands
inside her filmy panties, reaching along her bare skin until he touched
her silky crop of pubic hair. She moaned again, breathless at his
exciting touch as he gently fingered the pad of curls and cupped her
pussymound in one of his dampish palms. "Yessssss . . . oh, yessssss,
do that!" she screamed wordlessly. The sounds evaporated in her
throat. But her squirming body and raspy breathing got the message
across. The wily blonde youth smiled confidently to himself. Snickered
silently, was more like it.
The panties came down her hips and thighs and calves to commingle
with the shorts and halter. She was an island in a little sea of
clothing. She thought that funny also.
"Let's go for a swim," Randy whispered in her pretty ear. He
followed up the suggestion with his tongue, flicking it inside to tickle
the highly sensitive orifice. Davie almost collapsed from the
sensation. Oh God, oh how she wanted him to fuck her now. He was
driving her insane. All she could think of was his juicy cock
plundering her steaming vaginal depths. How could he thank of anything
else?
"A swim?" she echoed weakly. "Now?"
"Yeah, right now. I want to get it over with so l can come back up
here and eat your sweet little pussy!"
Oh, God, did he ready mean that? She was dazed by his lewd
suggestion, and she followed mutely as he led her by the hand down to
the edge of the water, his long, powerful cock jutting out ahead of
him. His backside reminded her of some of the statues of Greek gods she
had seen at a museum, his muscles ripping as he walked, his physique,
perfect. Yes, he was a statue come to life, leading her down to the
glassy, azure sea.
It was an incredible experience to swim like that--naked and
stoned, and horny. She mostly floated, letting her glossy, long hair
fan out on the water like the tentacles of an octopus. Suddenly she
felt a rude splash of water on her face as Randy swam up beside her and
sent a deliberate shower of sea water in her direction. She flailed and
sputtered and began to tread water. She splashed him back and they
played like porpoises for a while. Then he dived down under the water,
and under her legs and grabbed her pussy with his mouth! She screamed
and fell backwards. Before she had a chance to gather her wits, the
strong, sexy youth appeared in front of her and pushed her head down
with his hand . . . down under the water . . . down to his loins, to his
genitals! It lasted only a moment, then he pulled her back up again,
but the moment had served to implant a portent of things to come--of
things to cum! God, did he really expect her to do that? Noooooo--that
was dirty, perverted. She couldn't possibly do that! She wouldn't take
him in her mouth, the way she had seen her mother doing it to that
disgusting fairy!
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