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"The Scandalous Stewardess"
Chapter 6
"Do you think your dad will let me show you around the island
tomorrow?" the good-looking blond youth was saying to the pretty
brunette as they sat on the steps of her father's house.
"He'd better!" Davie answered. "I know I can talk him into it. I
don't know what was the matter with him tonight. He was acting funny
all evening," said the innocent teen. Randy's thigh was pressed lightly
but deliberately against her thigh. She was talking with great
animation, the excitement and anticipation in her fluttering tummy
channeled into her voice. She knew what both of them were thinking as
they sat there side by side in the seducing shadows.
"I'll come by around eleven tomorrow morning. OK? Bring your
bathing suit and a big jug of sun tan lotion!"
They both laughed then, and he put his arm around her shoulder in a
friendly way. But when she turned to him, they both stopped smiling,
and he looked deeply into her sparkling hazel eyes. Davie's heart was
pounding wildly in her chest. He gave her a slow, irresistible smile.
Then he leaned towards her and kissed her on the lips. It was a
harmless, non-committal kiss--at first! But they lingered at each
other's mouth's, and soon the kiss deepened, and Davie felt the boy's
warm, probing tongue snaking in between her lips. She thought it was
the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her; so much more
exciting than being kissed by another female. There just was no
comparison. She had never been kissed by a boy who kissed the way Randy
Ferris did. No boy had ever made her feel that way!
Her young pussy began to tingle, and she could feel the wetness as
her cunt juices began to flow and puddle in her panties. Her heart beat
wildly, and she found it hard to get enough air in her lungs. She was
suddenly afraid . . . afraid of the sensations in her body. All she
could think of was the pictures in the magazine . . . the naked man who
had Randy's face and body, and what he was doing to the naked,
dark-haired girl . . .
Far fucking out! Randy thought as he kissed the luscious teen.
This k**'s already getting worked up! What a sweet, sexy little piece
of ass she's going to be! Hell, she doesn't even know how sexy she is.
If Knight wasn't on his way back here, I'd put the make on her and fuck
her little ass off right now! But, easy, k**, easy does it. Trish said
"hands off!" until tomorrow . . . and she's got it timed down to a rat's
eyelash. Got to win the k**'s trust first. Got to make her think I'm a
harmless simple kind of dude who only wants to show her a good time . .
.. yeah, I'll show her a good time! Right in her virgin little pussy! A
real fucking good time!
Without explanation, Randy drew back suddenly. Davie's lips were
still parted. He looked into her eyes, giving her a serious, thoughtful
and penetrating stare from under his sleepy eyelids. She suppressed an
involuntary shudder.
"I'm sorry, Davie. I didn't mean to kiss you like that. Just lost
my head, I guess. You're the kind of woman that really turns a guy on .
.. ."
He got up stiffly then, pretending to turn away in order to hide
the embarrassing bulge in his tight pants. But Davie's eyes went
instinctively to his groin, and her face grew hotter when she spied the
noticeable knot under his fly. It seemed that there was a wild thing
inside, straining to break free. She wanted it to . . .
"See you tomorrow," he said, waving his hand to her as he sauntered
off.
"Right," she answered feebly. "G'night, Randy . . ."
The sexy blond boy grinned in the moonlight as he walked down the
road towards his sister's bungalow. Wait 'till Trish gets a load of
this!, he thought smugly to himself. That Knight chick is as good as
laid!
Once out of Davie's sight, he picked up his pace and strode briskly
on, anticipating the night in bed with his gorgeous sexpot sister,
confident that she would be alone when he returned to the bungalow. He
kept expecting to meet the stiff proprietor on the path.
He was totally unprepared for the sounds that drifted out the open
window from the sequestered one-room house--sounds which prompted him to
tiptoe quietly for the last six feet and peer cautiously inside, after
first looking around to check for possible "spies."
"Geezus Christ!" was the expletive that escaped involuntarily from
under his breath. There was Trish, her dress a wrinkled rag around her
arms and torso, tying spread-eagled on the bed, with the very naked,
very hard Peter Knight standing above her, holding his elephant cock in
his hand! Goddamn . . . he's got a schwanz that must be a good
ten-inches long! Randy thought.
"I want you to fuck me. FUCK ME, goddamnit!" Trish screamed at
him. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . NOW!"
Randy's mind was whirling. He was bowled over. The timing was all
wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen unto tomorrow--that's what Trish
had told him. But neither was her eating of Davie Knight's pussy--and
look what happened! It was all like a scene out of "Future Shock" . . .
He suddenly saw an opportunity to accelerate his own cherry-popping
plans. Quickly, he turned and tiptoed away from the window and hurried
back to the Knight cottage . . .
Davie had watched Randy until he disappeared around a clump of tall
bushes, his words echoing over and over in her young head: "You're the
kind of woman that really turns a guy on . . ."
He called me a woman . . . a woman!, she thought giddily to
herself. There could be no greater compliment for a breathless sixteen
year old. She added silently: And you're the kind of man that turns me
on, Randy Ferris!
The disturbing wetness in her panties increased, and she found
herself squeezing her thighs together to heighten the tingling
sensations of pleasure that were coursing through her pussy. A lurid
fantasy of Trish slavishly licking her cunt to orgasm pervaded her mind
then, only to be supplanted by a three dimensional enactment of the
poses an the VIVA photographs. She was hot! She had to do something!
She only wished so badly that Randy were there at that moment. She
didn't care if he lost respect for her, or what she felt afterwards.
She only knew that her body demanded satisfaction. She needed to cum!
Davie rushed into the house, her cheeks flaming and her whole
sun-baked body on fire with lust. She went straight to the lanai, puked
off her clothes and threw them on top of the big pillows on the floor
and scrambled into bed without putting on her pajamas. She crawled
under the sheet, perspiring heavily and trembling with desire.
The tingling sensation had magnified tenfold now and her breathing
became ragged and labored. Her fantasies became more vivid, bolder, and
the passion increased accordingly in her breasts and belly. Her body
ached for caresses: hands, lips, cocks! She reached under the sheet
with a feverish hand and grasped one of her button-like nipples,
crushing it between her fingers. A low moan escaped her parted lips,
and the ache in her virginal cunt increased.
Slowly, then, she began to massage her breasts; first one, then the
other, cupping the naked, sun-kissed mounds tenderly, then stroking each
nipple in turn. Whirlpools of passion seethed within her young body.
Her left hand remained at her taut, firm breasts stroking and caressing
them, while her right traveled slowly downward, over the smooth, flat
expanse of her heaving belly, then lower still, to the glistening curls
of her pubic mound. Her legs were spread wide apart, and with trembling
fingers, she spread her pussy lips, exposing the throbbing clitoral bud
which stood erect as a miniature phallus. She thought of Trish, and the
way the blonde woman had spread the quivering lips of her pussy that
afternoon before she put her mouth and tongue right on Davie's sex
mound. At this moment, she would have welcomed her friend again. But
she really wanted it to be Randy's mouth . . . his lips, his tongue.
What would they be like? What would it feel like to have his big, hard
penis inside her vagina? Or her father's . . .
God, no! How could she have such a fantasy . . . even at the peak
of her arousal? What kind of perverted monster was she, anyway, to
entertain thoughts of her father's penis inside her? Wicked, shameful,
that's what it was!
Her mouth was open wide now, and she panted like a puppy as she
slid her middle finger along the fleece-lined furrow of her cunt,
rubbing the distended little button of lusting tissue as she moved down
to the warm wetness of her steaming furrow. The feeling generated by
her finger on her burning clit elicited a gasp of rapture from the young
beauty's throat as she rubbed and massaged the dewy nest with increased
ardor.
She could feel the climax building, building within her; filling
her body with excruciating delight. Her left hand continued to squeeze
her breast, and she raised her head to her chest, sticking out her
tongue as far as it would go, to lick at the inflamed nipple. She was
on fire as she had never been on fire before, chanting under her breath
as she rubbed the sensitive slit up and down, faster and faster and
harder and harder. Randy . . . make me cum, Randy . . . make me cum . .
.. You're going to make me cum, Randy . . . You're going to make me . .
.. CUUUUUMMMMM!
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Aaaarrrgghh!" she cried out in a harsh, gasping
whisper as her body shook with orgasmic release. Over and over she
spasmed, and she kept rubbing her finger across her sensitized clit to
intensify the bursting rockets of release within her, all the time
massaging her pliant, longing breasts. Her climax seemed to last for a
rapturous eternity before the delicious sensations began to ebb. Then
finally it was over, and she took her hand from her young pussy and
wiped her finger on the sheet. She lay flat on her back, her eyes
closed, her body weak and drained and tingling with the afterglow of
rapture.
An unexpected knock on the door sent a stab of terror through her
and caused her limpid eyes to fly open. She sucked in her breath.
Someone was outside.
"Davie! Davie, are you awake? I have to talk to you!" the voice
called to her. It was Randy! Why??? Why had he come back? Her father
would be here any minute, and he would be blazing mad if he found Randy
still here!
Her mind a blur, she threw back the sheet and sprang to her feet,
her balance unsteady from the rocking orgasm. She looked for a robe or
something to put on. Then she spotted her dress. She climbed into it
hastily and zipped it up, without bothering to put on shoes or panties.
She fluffed her silky, sable-colored hair with her fingers as she
hurried to the door.
Randy stood there out of breath, a strange expression on his face.
"I'm sorry to bother you again Davie," he said, "but I . . . I didn't
know what else to do. Could I . . . would it be all right if I came in
for a few minutes?"
"I don't understand, Randy. What's the matter? I mean, it's OK
with me if you come in, but my daddy's going to be here any minute, and
that could spoil things for tomorrow if he finds you're still here."
Something in his expression alarmed her. She felt an unexplainable knot
of dread. She also felt terribly embarrassed, having just finished
masturbating her way to orgasm with his name on her lips. She was
afraid he might be able to read her thoughts.
Randy sighed heavily, then he gave her a quiet grin before he
resumed his concerned, serious mien.
"I don't think your daddy's going to be here for a while. In fact,
he won't be here for a long, long time."
"Why? What's happened to him?" Davie asked urgently, her large
hazel eyes growing wide with fear.
"My sister's happened to him, that's what. They're together . . .
at her place."
"So? You mean they're having a drink together or something?"
"Or something. You know what I mean, Davie. Your dad and my
sister they're . . . making love." He wanted to say, They're fucking!
But he didn't dare--yet.
Davie Knight was crestfallen. But another part of her was excited
by the image of her strong, virile father with his penis inside Trish
Byers. She would give anything to see that and yet, she was afraid to.
Somehow her father was holy he was a god. Gods just didn't do things
like ordinary people do. Or did they? . . .
"You're putting me on, Randy. How would you know that? I'm sure
they're not going to invite you in to watch!" she said indignantly. If
it were true, she resented Randy's intrusion on the intimate scene.
"Oh yeah? Well it just so happens that I was going over to Trish's
to tell her goodnight, and I heard all this noise coming from her room.
There weren't any lights on, so I went over to the window and looked
in. I'm not about to tell you what I saw, Davie. You're a little too
innocent to hear those things . . ."
"You said I was a woman!" she blurted out. "Besides I still don't
believe you. You're playing a mean trick on me, I bet!"
"Trick, huh?" he said, eyeing her smugly. "Give me your hand."
"My hand? What?" she asked uncomprehendingly.
"Come on, baby. You asked for it. But don't say I didn't warn
you!" And he took her by the hand and led her quickly to his sister's
bungalow, where . . .
Peter Knight's mouth was fastened on one of the blonde woman's
pneumatic breasts, and he was rolling it around and around on her chest
with the broad, wet blade of his tongue! The stewardess was squirming
on the bed, her legs churning against the naked man who lay half atop
her. Their bodies glistened in the moonlight, which was bright as a
light bulb in the room. Trish had something around her arms and under
her breasts, like a bandage. It was her white dress--a crumpled swatch
of fabric not more than five-inches wide! She was bound with her own
dress!
Davie's knees buckled slightly and she sagged against her blond
companion, her eyes like saucer-like and her mouth agape. She was about
to let out a cry of protest when Randy's warm hand came from behind and
muffled the imminent shriek before it was voiced.
"Oooooh . . . yesssss! Oh God, lover! Fuck me now!" Trish cried
aloud. Then, "Ooooowwwwwww! Aaaahhh! Don't hurt me like that!" Peter
Knight's teeth flashed in the moonlight as he bit into the tender,
succulent flesh. Trish's face was contorted with pain. Davie couldn't
understand why her daddy would be so mean to Trish. Is that the way
people make love? Did Trish really like it like that? She sure didn't
seem to, judging from the look on her face! Oh, it was all so
sickening, so gross. She felt nauseous, but she couldn't take her eyes
off the pair on the bed.
"Yes, baby. I'm going to fuck you all right. I'm going to fuck
you like you've never been fucked before. You wanted it--now see how
you like this!" Davie's daddy said, as he drew back from the stewardess
and rose to his knees. It was then that Davie saw his penis fully erect
.. . . it was huge! It was even bigger than she expected it to be! Was
he really going to be able to get that thing inside Trish's vagina?
Noooo. Not in her vagina. The enraged resort owner had no
intention of shoving his cock inside the captive bitch's vagina--he was
going to ram it into her asshole!
He climbed between her legs and kneeled upright, poised before his
conquest. He'd show the bitch--she'd think twice before she ever begged
somebody to fuck her again!
There was breathless anticipation on the blonde wanton's face--at
last she was to feel Peter Knight's huge cock in her scalding pussy.
She gave him a provocative smile and stretched her legs further apart
and arched her back in open invitation to the virile man. Outside the
window, Randy had a huge erection of his own from watching the
lascivious, exciting scene on the bed. He drew young Davie slightly
closer to him, so that the tip of his protruding cock was just touching
her firm, ripe ass cheek. He wanted to hoist up her dress and plug her
right then! She shifted her weight slightly, so that she was somehow
just a little bit closer . . . He had one hand over her mouth and the
other around her tiny waist.
The handsome, well-muscled man on the bed reached under the
writhing stewardess with both hands and pulled her body close to him.
He was kneeling on his haunches now, his muscular thighs forming a vee
on the bed. He raised her ass high in the air until her legs dangled
near his shoulders and she was almost standing on her head, a position
which gave the two young voyeurs outside an unobstructed new of her
nether parts.
Davie flushed crimson with embarrassment. Here she was, standing
against a boy she hardly knew, watching her father and Trish in the most
blatant throes of love-making . . . violent sex, that's what it was.
She wanted to run away, to crawl in a hole and never we any of them
again. How could she face her father, or Trish? How could she bear to
look at Randy? . . .
His hand was circling his throbbing penis, guiding it closer and
closer towards the moist lips of her surging pussy . . . parting the
fleecy cunt hair with the blood-engorged head. Suddenly, he flexed his
hips and drove his mighty organ deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of
her hungry cunt with a flesh-tearing thrust that hammered his balls
against the naked and defenseless flesh of Trish's upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. The elastic sheath
consumed his fleshy rod as it raced to the full length of her belly and
rammed hard against her cervix.
"Ooooohhh!" she howled again. "Aaaaahhh, that's it, lover . . .
that's the way to give it to me . . . that's the way to fuuuuuuccckk!"
You're not going to give me any lessons, bitch!, he thought
angrily. For a moment he was caught up in the caressing sheath of her
slippery pussy, and he was tempted to forget his vendetta and fuck her
to a fare-thee-well just like that. It felt so goddamm fabulous! But
maybe later later he could fuck her pussy; after she had sucked his cock
.. . . which would be after he fucked her in the ass!
Davie had seen enough. My father. . . and Trish . . . oh God,
they're . . . they're . . . doing it . . . like a****ls . . . both of
them naked and thrashing around on that bed, his thing all hard and wet
and jammed far up inside her belly. She must have a pretty big pussy to
be able to take all that. Noooo . . . it's too much . . . I don't want
that to happen to me . . . noooo!
Her mind rolling, her stomach churning with queasiness, Davie
struggled in blind panic and freed herself from Randy's captive grip.
She had to get away, had to run from that vile scene, from that sinful,
a****listic display! How could I have ever thought I wanted something
like that to happen to me? Oh God, nooooo . . . please dear God, don't
let anything like that happen to me--ever!
The tormented girl broke out in a dead run for her father's house.
Fear and anguish sent adrenaline coursing through her veins, and she ran
like the wind to get back to the safety, the privacy of her own bed.
Randy followed, maintaining a brisk pace to keep her in his
sightsand yet, staying far enough away not to alarm her further. Shit!,
he swore to himself. The goddamn thing's backfired. Scared the
begeezas out of her! Now I'm going to have a helluva time getting into
her box! I'll have to walk on water to get into her pants tonight!
Back in the bungalow used by the curvaceous blonde guest at Peter
Knight's resort, the two sweating figures on the bed were caught m the
throes of a grudge fuck, with Trish Byers coming out the worst. Her
vindictive, dark-haired lover had abruptly withdrawn his rigid cock from
the warm closing depths of her hungry pussy, much to the blonde's
bewilderment and frustration, and was again kneeling before her wide-
spread, flailing legs, a sadistic leer on his normally handsome face.
The woman's blue eyes were wide with apprehension.
He grasped her legs under the knees and yanked her up even higher,
so that her head was twisted and her chin lay uncomfortably on her
collar bone. He scooted forward, throwing her long, willowy legs back
until she was completely jackknifed, her knees hovering on either side
of her head. "Oooowww. Not like this, Peter. Not like this!" she
cried, but he held her legs in place while he used his cock as a probe
to find the puckered little entrance to her rectum. The crevice had a
rivulet of perspiration trapped there, and he bathed the tip of his
prick in the salty moisture, stirring it around the brown nether
entrance with his cockhead. Without warning, he thrust forward,
splitting the resistant sphincter ring with his massive cock. Trish
screamed out in pain.
"Aaaaawwwww! Nooooo! It hurts! IT HURTS!"
Fired by her cries and brazen in his vengeance, Knight pressed
further into the tight elasticity of her nether passage.
A searing shaft of pain accompanied his brutal penetration. The
lovely blonde cried out again, and tears filled her eyes. She begged
him to stop. But to no avail.
He thrust again, imbedding his steely pole even further into her
tortured anus. She writhed and squirmed and tried to get out from under
her assailant, but she was helplessly pinned to the bed, and her
contortions only succeeded in driving his cock further into her ravaged
ass. She felt as though she were being disemboweled by a flaming
spear. Her whole body trembled with pain and she cursed him aloud for
his brutality. "I'll get you for this, you son-of-a-bitch! I'll get
you! Bastard! Goddamned fucking bastard!" she railed at him over and
over again. But with each epithet she shrieked, the frenzied resort
owner rammed deeper and harder into her tortured anal passage, until
there was no where left to go but out.
He rested for a moment, flexing his cock inside her, eliciting more
cries of pain from the switch hitting stewie. Then slowly, ever so
slowly, he put it in reverse and began to pull out, until only the
bloated head was lodged inside her stretched anus. He reached forward
to grab her beefy breasts with his hands, massaging them roughly;
pinching the nipples hard between his fingers. She groaned under his
manipulations, her body racked with trembling. He was paying her
back--punishing her for what she had done to his beautiful, innocent
little girl. He was settling a score for Davie . . .
He thrust forward again, burying his cock up to the hilt in Trish
Byer's tight and tortured asshole, until his balls smacked lewdly
against her upturned ass cheeks, evoking another banshee cry of pain
from the stewardess. Then he began a determined sawing motion with his
fully inflated, lusting cock, feeling the pressure building and building
in his bails. He had to cum soo. He had to, had to! If he didn't fill
her ass with his fiery seed soon, he was going to go out of his frigging
mind! Oh, oh, oh he had to cum!
I have to cum . . . have to cum . . . have to . . . he chanted
wordlessly as he fucked deep and hard into the tight, hot and harassed
rectal passage. Take that, bitch . . . and that, Francine . . . his
mind screamed, as he thought of his cold ex-wife and her emasculating
indifference to his needs. Take that!, he shouted silently, as he
envisioned her blowing the fairy who was being sodomized by his faggot
lover. There's only one . . . only one . . . pure (thrust) beautiful
(thrust) loving (thrust) desirable (thrust) woman (thrust) Davie
(thrust) . . . Davie (thrust) . . . DAVIE!
The hot, sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated
scrotum along the fiery tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin
streams into the blonde's clasping asshole in a raging torment, emptying
his frothy payload deep, deep up into the tortured inner depths of her
violated rectum.
"Aaaaaggghh, fuck it, baby, fuck it haaaaarrrrrddd!" the stewardess
was screaming at him as she lay writhing on the bed, her legs jackknifed
against her breasts and her crotch fully expanded for his pleasure. Her
eyes were rolling in her head, and her face was contorted with lust and
pain as she desperately sought her own release.
No! Oh no you don't, bitch!, he said to himself when his blurry
thought congealed. He pulled his stud hard cock out of her anus as if
it were a greased pig. The suction noises were embarrassing. His
cockhead traded stringy, mucous-like strands of semen as he hovered over
her and pulled her legs down on the bed. Her face was tear-stained and
black mascara smudged her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared across her
face. She looked anything but the cool, confident seductress who had
goaded him into fucking her. He felt a wave of pity for her then; she
was so vulnerable, so totally demoralized. God, how he despised her!
She whimpered at him pathetically. "Please, Peter, please don't
hurt me anymore. Let me love you, honey. Let me show you what kind of
woman I can be for you . . ."
"Of course, sweetie. Of course I'm going to let you show me . . .
right now . . . right this moment, my dear . . ."
His voice was calm and quiet. He smiled warmly at her--too
warmly. He reached up to her and began to ease the constricting dress
down her arms. It wasn't easy. Finally, he rolled it down around her
hips, so that her arms were free. It was a simple matter to get it off
her after that.
There were red marks on her arms where the cloth had bound her
limbs. He took each arm in turn, and rubbed it vigorously, evoking a
grateful smile from the unsuspecting vamp. Then he began to kiss her
breasts again, only lightly, tenderly now. He raised each of his legs
and pushed hers together between them. Then he walked on his knees up
the bed, until his half-hard cock was only inches from her mouth.
"Now, Trish. Love me now. Love my cock. Take my cock into your
mouth, sweetie, and lick off every drop of cum . . . And if you love me
well, if you're really a good little cock sucker, I'll let you love me
with your pussy. I'll let you suck out some more of my cum with your
hot, hungry cunt!"
Chapter 6
"Do you think your dad will let me show you around the island
tomorrow?" the good-looking blond youth was saying to the pretty
brunette as they sat on the steps of her father's house.
"He'd better!" Davie answered. "I know I can talk him into it. I
don't know what was the matter with him tonight. He was acting funny
all evening," said the innocent teen. Randy's thigh was pressed lightly
but deliberately against her thigh. She was talking with great
animation, the excitement and anticipation in her fluttering tummy
channeled into her voice. She knew what both of them were thinking as
they sat there side by side in the seducing shadows.
"I'll come by around eleven tomorrow morning. OK? Bring your
bathing suit and a big jug of sun tan lotion!"
They both laughed then, and he put his arm around her shoulder in a
friendly way. But when she turned to him, they both stopped smiling,
and he looked deeply into her sparkling hazel eyes. Davie's heart was
pounding wildly in her chest. He gave her a slow, irresistible smile.
Then he leaned towards her and kissed her on the lips. It was a
harmless, non-committal kiss--at first! But they lingered at each
other's mouth's, and soon the kiss deepened, and Davie felt the boy's
warm, probing tongue snaking in between her lips. She thought it was
the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her; so much more
exciting than being kissed by another female. There just was no
comparison. She had never been kissed by a boy who kissed the way Randy
Ferris did. No boy had ever made her feel that way!
Her young pussy began to tingle, and she could feel the wetness as
her cunt juices began to flow and puddle in her panties. Her heart beat
wildly, and she found it hard to get enough air in her lungs. She was
suddenly afraid . . . afraid of the sensations in her body. All she
could think of was the pictures in the magazine . . . the naked man who
had Randy's face and body, and what he was doing to the naked,
dark-haired girl . . .
Far fucking out! Randy thought as he kissed the luscious teen.
This k**'s already getting worked up! What a sweet, sexy little piece
of ass she's going to be! Hell, she doesn't even know how sexy she is.
If Knight wasn't on his way back here, I'd put the make on her and fuck
her little ass off right now! But, easy, k**, easy does it. Trish said
"hands off!" until tomorrow . . . and she's got it timed down to a rat's
eyelash. Got to win the k**'s trust first. Got to make her think I'm a
harmless simple kind of dude who only wants to show her a good time . .
.. yeah, I'll show her a good time! Right in her virgin little pussy! A
real fucking good time!
Without explanation, Randy drew back suddenly. Davie's lips were
still parted. He looked into her eyes, giving her a serious, thoughtful
and penetrating stare from under his sleepy eyelids. She suppressed an
involuntary shudder.
"I'm sorry, Davie. I didn't mean to kiss you like that. Just lost
my head, I guess. You're the kind of woman that really turns a guy on .
.. ."
He got up stiffly then, pretending to turn away in order to hide
the embarrassing bulge in his tight pants. But Davie's eyes went
instinctively to his groin, and her face grew hotter when she spied the
noticeable knot under his fly. It seemed that there was a wild thing
inside, straining to break free. She wanted it to . . .
"See you tomorrow," he said, waving his hand to her as he sauntered
off.
"Right," she answered feebly. "G'night, Randy . . ."
The sexy blond boy grinned in the moonlight as he walked down the
road towards his sister's bungalow. Wait 'till Trish gets a load of
this!, he thought smugly to himself. That Knight chick is as good as
laid!
Once out of Davie's sight, he picked up his pace and strode briskly
on, anticipating the night in bed with his gorgeous sexpot sister,
confident that she would be alone when he returned to the bungalow. He
kept expecting to meet the stiff proprietor on the path.
He was totally unprepared for the sounds that drifted out the open
window from the sequestered one-room house--sounds which prompted him to
tiptoe quietly for the last six feet and peer cautiously inside, after
first looking around to check for possible "spies."
"Geezus Christ!" was the expletive that escaped involuntarily from
under his breath. There was Trish, her dress a wrinkled rag around her
arms and torso, tying spread-eagled on the bed, with the very naked,
very hard Peter Knight standing above her, holding his elephant cock in
his hand! Goddamn . . . he's got a schwanz that must be a good
ten-inches long! Randy thought.
"I want you to fuck me. FUCK ME, goddamnit!" Trish screamed at
him. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . NOW!"
Randy's mind was whirling. He was bowled over. The timing was all
wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen unto tomorrow--that's what Trish
had told him. But neither was her eating of Davie Knight's pussy--and
look what happened! It was all like a scene out of "Future Shock" . . .
He suddenly saw an opportunity to accelerate his own cherry-popping
plans. Quickly, he turned and tiptoed away from the window and hurried
back to the Knight cottage . . .
Davie had watched Randy until he disappeared around a clump of tall
bushes, his words echoing over and over in her young head: "You're the
kind of woman that really turns a guy on . . ."
He called me a woman . . . a woman!, she thought giddily to
herself. There could be no greater compliment for a breathless sixteen
year old. She added silently: And you're the kind of man that turns me
on, Randy Ferris!
The disturbing wetness in her panties increased, and she found
herself squeezing her thighs together to heighten the tingling
sensations of pleasure that were coursing through her pussy. A lurid
fantasy of Trish slavishly licking her cunt to orgasm pervaded her mind
then, only to be supplanted by a three dimensional enactment of the
poses an the VIVA photographs. She was hot! She had to do something!
She only wished so badly that Randy were there at that moment. She
didn't care if he lost respect for her, or what she felt afterwards.
She only knew that her body demanded satisfaction. She needed to cum!
Davie rushed into the house, her cheeks flaming and her whole
sun-baked body on fire with lust. She went straight to the lanai, puked
off her clothes and threw them on top of the big pillows on the floor
and scrambled into bed without putting on her pajamas. She crawled
under the sheet, perspiring heavily and trembling with desire.
The tingling sensation had magnified tenfold now and her breathing
became ragged and labored. Her fantasies became more vivid, bolder, and
the passion increased accordingly in her breasts and belly. Her body
ached for caresses: hands, lips, cocks! She reached under the sheet
with a feverish hand and grasped one of her button-like nipples,
crushing it between her fingers. A low moan escaped her parted lips,
and the ache in her virginal cunt increased.
Slowly, then, she began to massage her breasts; first one, then the
other, cupping the naked, sun-kissed mounds tenderly, then stroking each
nipple in turn. Whirlpools of passion seethed within her young body.
Her left hand remained at her taut, firm breasts stroking and caressing
them, while her right traveled slowly downward, over the smooth, flat
expanse of her heaving belly, then lower still, to the glistening curls
of her pubic mound. Her legs were spread wide apart, and with trembling
fingers, she spread her pussy lips, exposing the throbbing clitoral bud
which stood erect as a miniature phallus. She thought of Trish, and the
way the blonde woman had spread the quivering lips of her pussy that
afternoon before she put her mouth and tongue right on Davie's sex
mound. At this moment, she would have welcomed her friend again. But
she really wanted it to be Randy's mouth . . . his lips, his tongue.
What would they be like? What would it feel like to have his big, hard
penis inside her vagina? Or her father's . . .
God, no! How could she have such a fantasy . . . even at the peak
of her arousal? What kind of perverted monster was she, anyway, to
entertain thoughts of her father's penis inside her? Wicked, shameful,
that's what it was!
Her mouth was open wide now, and she panted like a puppy as she
slid her middle finger along the fleece-lined furrow of her cunt,
rubbing the distended little button of lusting tissue as she moved down
to the warm wetness of her steaming furrow. The feeling generated by
her finger on her burning clit elicited a gasp of rapture from the young
beauty's throat as she rubbed and massaged the dewy nest with increased
ardor.
She could feel the climax building, building within her; filling
her body with excruciating delight. Her left hand continued to squeeze
her breast, and she raised her head to her chest, sticking out her
tongue as far as it would go, to lick at the inflamed nipple. She was
on fire as she had never been on fire before, chanting under her breath
as she rubbed the sensitive slit up and down, faster and faster and
harder and harder. Randy . . . make me cum, Randy . . . make me cum . .
.. You're going to make me cum, Randy . . . You're going to make me . .
.. CUUUUUMMMMM!
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Aaaarrrgghh!" she cried out in a harsh, gasping
whisper as her body shook with orgasmic release. Over and over she
spasmed, and she kept rubbing her finger across her sensitized clit to
intensify the bursting rockets of release within her, all the time
massaging her pliant, longing breasts. Her climax seemed to last for a
rapturous eternity before the delicious sensations began to ebb. Then
finally it was over, and she took her hand from her young pussy and
wiped her finger on the sheet. She lay flat on her back, her eyes
closed, her body weak and drained and tingling with the afterglow of
rapture.
An unexpected knock on the door sent a stab of terror through her
and caused her limpid eyes to fly open. She sucked in her breath.
Someone was outside.
"Davie! Davie, are you awake? I have to talk to you!" the voice
called to her. It was Randy! Why??? Why had he come back? Her father
would be here any minute, and he would be blazing mad if he found Randy
still here!
Her mind a blur, she threw back the sheet and sprang to her feet,
her balance unsteady from the rocking orgasm. She looked for a robe or
something to put on. Then she spotted her dress. She climbed into it
hastily and zipped it up, without bothering to put on shoes or panties.
She fluffed her silky, sable-colored hair with her fingers as she
hurried to the door.
Randy stood there out of breath, a strange expression on his face.
"I'm sorry to bother you again Davie," he said, "but I . . . I didn't
know what else to do. Could I . . . would it be all right if I came in
for a few minutes?"
"I don't understand, Randy. What's the matter? I mean, it's OK
with me if you come in, but my daddy's going to be here any minute, and
that could spoil things for tomorrow if he finds you're still here."
Something in his expression alarmed her. She felt an unexplainable knot
of dread. She also felt terribly embarrassed, having just finished
masturbating her way to orgasm with his name on her lips. She was
afraid he might be able to read her thoughts.
Randy sighed heavily, then he gave her a quiet grin before he
resumed his concerned, serious mien.
"I don't think your daddy's going to be here for a while. In fact,
he won't be here for a long, long time."
"Why? What's happened to him?" Davie asked urgently, her large
hazel eyes growing wide with fear.
"My sister's happened to him, that's what. They're together . . .
at her place."
"So? You mean they're having a drink together or something?"
"Or something. You know what I mean, Davie. Your dad and my
sister they're . . . making love." He wanted to say, They're fucking!
But he didn't dare--yet.
Davie Knight was crestfallen. But another part of her was excited
by the image of her strong, virile father with his penis inside Trish
Byers. She would give anything to see that and yet, she was afraid to.
Somehow her father was holy he was a god. Gods just didn't do things
like ordinary people do. Or did they? . . .
"You're putting me on, Randy. How would you know that? I'm sure
they're not going to invite you in to watch!" she said indignantly. If
it were true, she resented Randy's intrusion on the intimate scene.
"Oh yeah? Well it just so happens that I was going over to Trish's
to tell her goodnight, and I heard all this noise coming from her room.
There weren't any lights on, so I went over to the window and looked
in. I'm not about to tell you what I saw, Davie. You're a little too
innocent to hear those things . . ."
"You said I was a woman!" she blurted out. "Besides I still don't
believe you. You're playing a mean trick on me, I bet!"
"Trick, huh?" he said, eyeing her smugly. "Give me your hand."
"My hand? What?" she asked uncomprehendingly.
"Come on, baby. You asked for it. But don't say I didn't warn
you!" And he took her by the hand and led her quickly to his sister's
bungalow, where . . .
Peter Knight's mouth was fastened on one of the blonde woman's
pneumatic breasts, and he was rolling it around and around on her chest
with the broad, wet blade of his tongue! The stewardess was squirming
on the bed, her legs churning against the naked man who lay half atop
her. Their bodies glistened in the moonlight, which was bright as a
light bulb in the room. Trish had something around her arms and under
her breasts, like a bandage. It was her white dress--a crumpled swatch
of fabric not more than five-inches wide! She was bound with her own
dress!
Davie's knees buckled slightly and she sagged against her blond
companion, her eyes like saucer-like and her mouth agape. She was about
to let out a cry of protest when Randy's warm hand came from behind and
muffled the imminent shriek before it was voiced.
"Oooooh . . . yesssss! Oh God, lover! Fuck me now!" Trish cried
aloud. Then, "Ooooowwwwwww! Aaaahhh! Don't hurt me like that!" Peter
Knight's teeth flashed in the moonlight as he bit into the tender,
succulent flesh. Trish's face was contorted with pain. Davie couldn't
understand why her daddy would be so mean to Trish. Is that the way
people make love? Did Trish really like it like that? She sure didn't
seem to, judging from the look on her face! Oh, it was all so
sickening, so gross. She felt nauseous, but she couldn't take her eyes
off the pair on the bed.
"Yes, baby. I'm going to fuck you all right. I'm going to fuck
you like you've never been fucked before. You wanted it--now see how
you like this!" Davie's daddy said, as he drew back from the stewardess
and rose to his knees. It was then that Davie saw his penis fully erect
.. . . it was huge! It was even bigger than she expected it to be! Was
he really going to be able to get that thing inside Trish's vagina?
Noooo. Not in her vagina. The enraged resort owner had no
intention of shoving his cock inside the captive bitch's vagina--he was
going to ram it into her asshole!
He climbed between her legs and kneeled upright, poised before his
conquest. He'd show the bitch--she'd think twice before she ever begged
somebody to fuck her again!
There was breathless anticipation on the blonde wanton's face--at
last she was to feel Peter Knight's huge cock in her scalding pussy.
She gave him a provocative smile and stretched her legs further apart
and arched her back in open invitation to the virile man. Outside the
window, Randy had a huge erection of his own from watching the
lascivious, exciting scene on the bed. He drew young Davie slightly
closer to him, so that the tip of his protruding cock was just touching
her firm, ripe ass cheek. He wanted to hoist up her dress and plug her
right then! She shifted her weight slightly, so that she was somehow
just a little bit closer . . . He had one hand over her mouth and the
other around her tiny waist.
The handsome, well-muscled man on the bed reached under the
writhing stewardess with both hands and pulled her body close to him.
He was kneeling on his haunches now, his muscular thighs forming a vee
on the bed. He raised her ass high in the air until her legs dangled
near his shoulders and she was almost standing on her head, a position
which gave the two young voyeurs outside an unobstructed new of her
nether parts.
Davie flushed crimson with embarrassment. Here she was, standing
against a boy she hardly knew, watching her father and Trish in the most
blatant throes of love-making . . . violent sex, that's what it was.
She wanted to run away, to crawl in a hole and never we any of them
again. How could she face her father, or Trish? How could she bear to
look at Randy? . . .
His hand was circling his throbbing penis, guiding it closer and
closer towards the moist lips of her surging pussy . . . parting the
fleecy cunt hair with the blood-engorged head. Suddenly, he flexed his
hips and drove his mighty organ deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of
her hungry cunt with a flesh-tearing thrust that hammered his balls
against the naked and defenseless flesh of Trish's upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. The elastic sheath
consumed his fleshy rod as it raced to the full length of her belly and
rammed hard against her cervix.
"Ooooohhh!" she howled again. "Aaaaahhh, that's it, lover . . .
that's the way to give it to me . . . that's the way to fuuuuuuccckk!"
You're not going to give me any lessons, bitch!, he thought
angrily. For a moment he was caught up in the caressing sheath of her
slippery pussy, and he was tempted to forget his vendetta and fuck her
to a fare-thee-well just like that. It felt so goddamm fabulous! But
maybe later later he could fuck her pussy; after she had sucked his cock
.. . . which would be after he fucked her in the ass!
Davie had seen enough. My father. . . and Trish . . . oh God,
they're . . . they're . . . doing it . . . like a****ls . . . both of
them naked and thrashing around on that bed, his thing all hard and wet
and jammed far up inside her belly. She must have a pretty big pussy to
be able to take all that. Noooo . . . it's too much . . . I don't want
that to happen to me . . . noooo!
Her mind rolling, her stomach churning with queasiness, Davie
struggled in blind panic and freed herself from Randy's captive grip.
She had to get away, had to run from that vile scene, from that sinful,
a****listic display! How could I have ever thought I wanted something
like that to happen to me? Oh God, nooooo . . . please dear God, don't
let anything like that happen to me--ever!
The tormented girl broke out in a dead run for her father's house.
Fear and anguish sent adrenaline coursing through her veins, and she ran
like the wind to get back to the safety, the privacy of her own bed.
Randy followed, maintaining a brisk pace to keep her in his
sightsand yet, staying far enough away not to alarm her further. Shit!,
he swore to himself. The goddamn thing's backfired. Scared the
begeezas out of her! Now I'm going to have a helluva time getting into
her box! I'll have to walk on water to get into her pants tonight!
Back in the bungalow used by the curvaceous blonde guest at Peter
Knight's resort, the two sweating figures on the bed were caught m the
throes of a grudge fuck, with Trish Byers coming out the worst. Her
vindictive, dark-haired lover had abruptly withdrawn his rigid cock from
the warm closing depths of her hungry pussy, much to the blonde's
bewilderment and frustration, and was again kneeling before her wide-
spread, flailing legs, a sadistic leer on his normally handsome face.
The woman's blue eyes were wide with apprehension.
He grasped her legs under the knees and yanked her up even higher,
so that her head was twisted and her chin lay uncomfortably on her
collar bone. He scooted forward, throwing her long, willowy legs back
until she was completely jackknifed, her knees hovering on either side
of her head. "Oooowww. Not like this, Peter. Not like this!" she
cried, but he held her legs in place while he used his cock as a probe
to find the puckered little entrance to her rectum. The crevice had a
rivulet of perspiration trapped there, and he bathed the tip of his
prick in the salty moisture, stirring it around the brown nether
entrance with his cockhead. Without warning, he thrust forward,
splitting the resistant sphincter ring with his massive cock. Trish
screamed out in pain.
"Aaaaawwwww! Nooooo! It hurts! IT HURTS!"
Fired by her cries and brazen in his vengeance, Knight pressed
further into the tight elasticity of her nether passage.
A searing shaft of pain accompanied his brutal penetration. The
lovely blonde cried out again, and tears filled her eyes. She begged
him to stop. But to no avail.
He thrust again, imbedding his steely pole even further into her
tortured anus. She writhed and squirmed and tried to get out from under
her assailant, but she was helplessly pinned to the bed, and her
contortions only succeeded in driving his cock further into her ravaged
ass. She felt as though she were being disemboweled by a flaming
spear. Her whole body trembled with pain and she cursed him aloud for
his brutality. "I'll get you for this, you son-of-a-bitch! I'll get
you! Bastard! Goddamned fucking bastard!" she railed at him over and
over again. But with each epithet she shrieked, the frenzied resort
owner rammed deeper and harder into her tortured anal passage, until
there was no where left to go but out.
He rested for a moment, flexing his cock inside her, eliciting more
cries of pain from the switch hitting stewie. Then slowly, ever so
slowly, he put it in reverse and began to pull out, until only the
bloated head was lodged inside her stretched anus. He reached forward
to grab her beefy breasts with his hands, massaging them roughly;
pinching the nipples hard between his fingers. She groaned under his
manipulations, her body racked with trembling. He was paying her
back--punishing her for what she had done to his beautiful, innocent
little girl. He was settling a score for Davie . . .
He thrust forward again, burying his cock up to the hilt in Trish
Byer's tight and tortured asshole, until his balls smacked lewdly
against her upturned ass cheeks, evoking another banshee cry of pain
from the stewardess. Then he began a determined sawing motion with his
fully inflated, lusting cock, feeling the pressure building and building
in his bails. He had to cum soo. He had to, had to! If he didn't fill
her ass with his fiery seed soon, he was going to go out of his frigging
mind! Oh, oh, oh he had to cum!
I have to cum . . . have to cum . . . have to . . . he chanted
wordlessly as he fucked deep and hard into the tight, hot and harassed
rectal passage. Take that, bitch . . . and that, Francine . . . his
mind screamed, as he thought of his cold ex-wife and her emasculating
indifference to his needs. Take that!, he shouted silently, as he
envisioned her blowing the fairy who was being sodomized by his faggot
lover. There's only one . . . only one . . . pure (thrust) beautiful
(thrust) loving (thrust) desirable (thrust) woman (thrust) Davie
(thrust) . . . Davie (thrust) . . . DAVIE!
The hot, sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated
scrotum along the fiery tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin
streams into the blonde's clasping asshole in a raging torment, emptying
his frothy payload deep, deep up into the tortured inner depths of her
violated rectum.
"Aaaaaggghh, fuck it, baby, fuck it haaaaarrrrrddd!" the stewardess
was screaming at him as she lay writhing on the bed, her legs jackknifed
against her breasts and her crotch fully expanded for his pleasure. Her
eyes were rolling in her head, and her face was contorted with lust and
pain as she desperately sought her own release.
No! Oh no you don't, bitch!, he said to himself when his blurry
thought congealed. He pulled his stud hard cock out of her anus as if
it were a greased pig. The suction noises were embarrassing. His
cockhead traded stringy, mucous-like strands of semen as he hovered over
her and pulled her legs down on the bed. Her face was tear-stained and
black mascara smudged her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared across her
face. She looked anything but the cool, confident seductress who had
goaded him into fucking her. He felt a wave of pity for her then; she
was so vulnerable, so totally demoralized. God, how he despised her!
She whimpered at him pathetically. "Please, Peter, please don't
hurt me anymore. Let me love you, honey. Let me show you what kind of
woman I can be for you . . ."
"Of course, sweetie. Of course I'm going to let you show me . . .
right now . . . right this moment, my dear . . ."
His voice was calm and quiet. He smiled warmly at her--too
warmly. He reached up to her and began to ease the constricting dress
down her arms. It wasn't easy. Finally, he rolled it down around her
hips, so that her arms were free. It was a simple matter to get it off
her after that.
There were red marks on her arms where the cloth had bound her
limbs. He took each arm in turn, and rubbed it vigorously, evoking a
grateful smile from the unsuspecting vamp. Then he began to kiss her
breasts again, only lightly, tenderly now. He raised each of his legs
and pushed hers together between them. Then he walked on his knees up
the bed, until his half-hard cock was only inches from her mouth.
"Now, Trish. Love me now. Love my cock. Take my cock into your
mouth, sweetie, and lick off every drop of cum . . . And if you love me
well, if you're really a good little cock sucker, I'll let you love me
with your pussy. I'll let you suck out some more of my cum with your
hot, hungry cunt!"
Yvette
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