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The Scandalous Stewardess 5″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 prettybrunette as they sat on the steps of her father’s house.”He’d better!” Davie answered. “I know I can talk him into it. Idon’t know what was the matter with him tonight. He was acting funnyall evening,” said the innocent teen. Randy’s thigh was pressed lightlybut deliberately against her thigh. She was talking with greatanimation, the excitement and anticipation in her fluttering tummychanneled into her voice. She knew what both of them were thinking asthey 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 afriendly way. But when she turned to him, they both stopped smiling,and he looked deeply into her sparkling hazel eyes. Davie’s heart waspounding wildly in her chest. He gave her a slow, irresistible smile. Then he leaned towards her and kissed her on the lips. It was aharmless, non-committal kiss–at first! But they lingered at eachother’s mouth’s, and soon the kiss deepened, and Davie felt the boy’swarm, probing tongue snaking in between her lips. She thought it wasthe most exciting thing that had ever happened to her; so much moreexciting than being kissed by another female. There just was nocomparison. She had never been kissed by a boy who kissed the way RandyFerris did. No boy had ever made her feel that way!Her young pussy began to tingle, and she could feel the wetness asher cunt juices began to flow and puddle in her panties. Her heart beatwildly, and she found it hard to get enough air in her lungs. She wassuddenly afraid . . . afraid of the sensations in her body. All shecould think of was the pictures in the magazine . . . the naked man whohad 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 pieceof 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 fuckher 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’seyelash. Got to win the k**’s trust first. Got to make her think I’m aharmless 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! Areal fucking good time!Without explanation, Randy drew back suddenly. Davie’s lips were still parted. He looked into her eyes, giving her a serious, thoughtfuland penetrating stare from under his sleepy eyelids. She suppressed aninvoluntary shudder.”I’m sorry, Davie. I didn’t mean to kiss you like that. Just lostmy 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 hidethe embarrassing bulge in his tight pants. But Davie’s eyes went instinctively to his groin, and her face grew hotter when she spied thenoticeable knot under his fly. It seemed that there was a wild thinginside, straining to break free. She wanted it to . . .”See you tomorrow,” he said, waving his hand to her as he saunteredoff.”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 brisklyon, anticipating the night in bed with his gorgeous sexpot sister,confident that she would be alone when he returned to the bungalow. Hekept expecting to meet the stiff proprietor on the path.He was totally unprepared for the sounds that drifted out the openwindow from the sequestered one-room house–sounds which prompted him totiptoe quietly for the last six feet and peer cautiously inside, afterfirst looking around to check for possible “spies.””Geezus Christ!” was the expletive that escaped involuntarily fromunder his breath. There was Trish, her dress a wrinkled rag around herarms and torso, tying spread-eagled on the bed, with the very naked,very hard Peter Knight standing above her, holding his elephant cock inhis hand! Goddamn . . . he’s got a schwanz that must be a goodten-inches long! Randy thought.”I want you to fuck me. FUCK ME, goddamnit!” Trish screamed athim. “FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . NOW!”Randy’s mind was whirling. He was bowled over. The timing was allwrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen unto tomorrow–that’s what Trishhad told him. But neither was her eating of Davie Knight’s pussy–andlook what happened! It was all like a scene out of “Future Shock” . . .He suddenly saw an opportunity to accelerate his own cherry-poppingplans. Quickly, he turned and tiptoed away from the window and hurriedback to the Knight cottage . . .Davie had watched Randy until he disappeared around a clump of tallbushes, his words echoing over and over in her young head: “You’re thekind of woman that really turns a guy on . . .”He called me a woman . . . a woman!, she thought giddily toherself. There could be no greater compliment for a breathless sixteenyear old. She added silently: And you’re the kind of man that turns meon, Randy Ferris!The disturbing wetness in her panties increased, and she found herself squeezing her thighs together to heighten the tinglingsensations of pleasure that were coursing through her pussy. A luridfantasy of Trish slavishly licking her cunt to orgasm pervaded her mindthen, only to be supplanted by a three dimensional enactment of theposes an the VIVA photographs. She was hot! She had to do something! She only wished so badly that Randy were there at that moment. Shedidn’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 wholesun-baked body on fire with lust. She went straight to the lanai, pukedoff her clothes and threw them on top of the big pillows on the floorand scrambled into izmir escort bed without putting on her pajamas. She crawledunder the sheet, perspiring heavily and trembling with desire.The tingling sensation had magnified tenfold now and her breathingbecame ragged and labored. Her fantasies became more vivid, bolder, andthe passion increased accordingly in her breasts and belly. Her bodyached for caresses: hands, lips, cocks! She reached under the sheetwith 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 theother, cupping the naked, sun-kissed mounds tenderly, then stroking eachnipple 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, flatexpanse of her heaving belly, then lower still, to the glistening curlsof her pubic mound. Her legs were spread wide apart, and with tremblingfingers, she spread her pussy lips, exposing the throbbing clitoral budwhich stood erect as a miniature phallus. She thought of Trish, and theway the blonde woman had spread the quivering lips of her pussy thatafternoon before she put her mouth and tongue right on Davie’s sexmound. At this moment, she would have welcomed her friend again. Butshe 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, hardpenis inside her vagina? Or her father’s . . .God, no! How could she have such a fantasy . . . even at the peakof her arousal? What kind of perverted monster was she, anyway, toentertain 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 sheslid her middle finger along the fleece-lined furrow of her cunt,rubbing the distended little button of lusting tissue as she moved downto the warm wetness of her steaming furrow. The feeling generated byher finger on her burning clit elicited a gasp of rapture from the youngbeauty’s throat as she rubbed and massaged the dewy nest with increasedardor.She could feel the climax building, building within her; fillingher body with excruciating delight. Her left hand continued to squeezeher breast, and she raised her head to her chest, sticking out hertongue as far as it would go, to lick at the inflamed nipple. She wason fire as she had never been on fire before, chanting under her breathas she rubbed the sensitive slit up and down, faster and faster andharder 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 arapturous eternity before the delicious sensations began to ebb. Thenfinally it was over, and she took her hand from her young pussy andwiped her finger on the sheet. She lay flat on her back, her eyesclosed, her body weak and drained and tingling with the afterglow ofrapture.An unexpected knock on the door sent a stab of terror through herand 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 fatherwould be here any minute, and he would be blazing mad if he found Randystill 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 orsomething to put on. Then she spotted her dress. She climbed into ithastily and zipped it up, without bothering to put on shoes or panties. She fluffed her silky, sable-colored hair with her fingers as shehurried 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’tknow what else to do. Could I . . . would it be all right if I came infor a few minutes?””I don’t understand, Randy. What’s the matter? I mean, it’s OKwith me if you come in, but my daddy’s going to be here any minute, andthat could spoil things for tomorrow if he finds you’re still here.” Something in his expression alarmed her. She felt an unexplainable knotof dread. She also felt terribly embarrassed, having just finishedmasturbating her way to orgasm with his name on her lips. She wasafraid he might be able to read her thoughts.Randy sighed heavily, then he gave her a quiet grin before heresumed 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 largehazel 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 mysister 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 excitedby the image of her strong, virile father with his penis inside TrishByers. 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 thingslike 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. Ifit 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’sto 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 lookedin. I’m not about to tell you what I saw, Davie. You’re a little tooinnocent to hear those things . . .””You said I was a woman!” she blurted out. “Besides I still don’tbelieve izmir escort bayan 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 warnyou!” And he took her by the hand and led her quickly to his sister’sbungalow, 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 chestwith the broad, wet blade of his tongue! The stewardess was squirmingon the bed, her legs churning against the naked man who lay half atopher. Their bodies glistened in the moonlight, which was bright as alight bulb in the room. Trish had something around her arms and underher breasts, like a bandage. It was her white dress–a crumpled swatchof fabric not more than five-inches wide! She was bound with her owndress!Davie’s knees buckled slightly and she sagged against her blond companion, her eyes like saucer-like and her mouth agape. She was aboutto let out a cry of protest when Randy’s warm hand came from behind andmuffled 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!” PeterKnight’s teeth flashed in the moonlight as he bit into the tender,succulent flesh. Trish’s face was contorted with pain. Davie couldn’tunderstand why her daddy would be so mean to Trish. Is that the waypeople make love? Did Trish really like it like that? She sure didn’tseem to, judging from the look on her face! Oh, it was all sosickening, so gross. She felt nauseous, but she couldn’t take her eyesoff the pair on the bed.”Yes, baby. I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m going to fuckyou like you’ve never been fucked before. You wanted it–now see howyou like this!” Davie’s daddy said, as he drew back from the stewardessand 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! Washe really going to be able to get that thing inside Trish’s vagina?Noooo. Not in her vagina. The enraged resort owner had nointention of shoving his cock inside the captive bitch’s vagina–he wasgoing to ram it into her asshole!He climbed between her legs and kneeled upright, poised before hisconquest. He’d show the bitch–she’d think twice before she ever beggedsomebody 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 apartand arched her back in open invitation to the virile man. Outside thewindow, Randy had a huge erection of his own from watching thelascivious, exciting scene on the bed. He drew young Davie slightlycloser to him, so that the tip of his protruding cock was just touchingher firm, ripe ass cheek. He wanted to hoist up her dress and plug herright then! She shifted her weight slightly, so that she was somehowjust a little bit closer . . . He had one hand over her mouth and theother around her tiny waist.The handsome, well-muscled man on the bed reached under thewrithing stewardess with both hands and pulled her body close to him. He was kneeling on his haunches now, his muscular thighs forming a veeon the bed. He raised her ass high in the air until her legs danglednear his shoulders and she was almost standing on her head, a positionwhich gave the two young voyeurs outside an unobstructed new of hernether parts.Davie flushed crimson with embarrassment. Here she was, standing against a boy she hardly knew, watching her father and Trish in the mostblatant 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 themagain. How could she face her father, or Trish? How could she bear tolook 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 hiships and drove his mighty organ deep up into the hot, gaping mouth ofher hungry cunt with a flesh-tearing thrust that hammered his ballsagainst 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 andrammed 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 thoughtangrily. For a moment he was caught up in the caressing sheath of herslippery pussy, and he was tempted to forget his vendetta and fuck herto a fare-thee-well just like that. It felt so goddamm fabulous! Butmaybe 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 ofthem naked and thrashing around on that bed, his thing all hard and wetand jammed far up inside her belly. She must have a pretty big pussy tobe able to take all that. Noooo . . . it’s too much . . . I don’t wantthat 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 somethinglike that to happen to me? Oh God, nooooo . . . please dear God, don’tlet 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 ranlike the wind to get back to the safety, the privacy of her own bed.Randy followed, maintaining a brisk pace to keep her in hissightsand yet, staying far enough away not to alarm her further. Shit!,he swore to himself. The goddamn thing’s backfired. Scared thebegeezas out of her! Now I’m going to have a helluva time getting intoher box! I’ll have to walk on water escort izmir 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 fromthe 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 hercollar bone. He scooted forward, throwing her long, willowy legs backuntil she was completely jackknifed, her knees hovering on either sideof her head. “Oooowww. Not like this, Peter. Not like this!” shecried, but he held her legs in place while he used his cock as a probeto find the puckered little entrance to her rectum. The crevice had arivulet of perspiration trapped there, and he bathed the tip of hisprick in the salty moisture, stirring it around the brown netherentrance with his cockhead. Without warning, he thrust forward,splitting the resistant sphincter ring with his massive cock. Trishscreamed 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 beggedhim 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 underher assailant, but she was helplessly pinned to the bed, and her contortions only succeeded in driving his cock further into her ravagedass. She felt as though she were being disemboweled by a flamingspear. Her whole body trembled with pain and she cursed him aloud forhis brutality. “I’ll get you for this, you son-of-a-bitch! I’ll getyou! Bastard! Goddamned fucking bastard!” she railed at him over andover again. But with each epithet she shrieked, the frenzied resortowner rammed deeper and harder into her tortured anal passage, untilthere was no where left to go but out.He rested for a moment, flexing his cock inside her, eliciting morecries of pain from the switch hitting stewie. Then slowly, ever soslowly, he put it in reverse and began to pull out, until only thebloated head was lodged inside her stretched anus. He reached forwardto grab her beefy breasts with his hands, massaging them roughly;pinching the nipples hard between his fingers. She groaned under hismanipulations, her body racked with trembling. He was paying herback–punishing her for what she had done to his beautiful, innocentlittle 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 lewdlyagainst her upturned ass cheeks, evoking another banshee cry of painfrom the stewardess. Then he began a determined sawing motion with hisfully inflated, lusting cock, feeling the pressure building and buildingin his bails. He had to cum soo. He had to, had to! If he didn’t fillher ass with his fiery seed soon, he was going to go out of his friggingmind! 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 . . . hismind 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 bloatedscrotum along the fiery tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thinstreams into the blonde’s clasping asshole in a raging torment, emptyinghis frothy payload deep, deep up into the tortured inner depths of herviolated rectum.”Aaaaaggghh, fuck it, baby, fuck it haaaaarrrrrddd!” the stewardesswas screaming at him as she lay writhing on the bed, her legs jackknifedagainst her breasts and her crotch fully expanded for his pleasure. Hereyes were rolling in her head, and her face was contorted with lust andpain 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 ifit were a greased pig. The suction noises were embarrassing. Hiscockhead traded stringy, mucous-like strands of semen as he hovered overher and pulled her legs down on the bed. Her face was tear-stained andblack mascara smudged her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared across herface. She looked anything but the cool, confident seductress who hadgoaded him into fucking her. He felt a wave of pity for her then; shewas so vulnerable, so totally demoralized. God, how he despised her!She whimpered at him pathetically. “Please, Peter, please don’thurt me anymore. Let me love you, honey. Let me show you what kind ofwoman 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–toowarmly. He reached up to her and began to ease the constricting dressdown her arms. It wasn’t easy. Finally, he rolled it down around herhips, so that her arms were free. It was a simple matter to get it offher after that.There were red marks on her arms where the cloth had bound herlimbs. He took each arm in turn, and rubbed it vigorously, evoking agrateful smile from the unsuspecting vamp. Then he began to kiss herbreasts again, only lightly, tenderly now. He raised each of his legsand pushed hers together between them. Then he walked on his knees upthe 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 mewell, if you’re really a good little cock sucker, I’ll let you love mewith your pussy. I’ll let you suck out some more of my cum with yourhot, hungry cunt!”

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