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"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 kid'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, kid, 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 kid'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."
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