"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.
"Oh, oh, oh," the youngster grunted as thoughts of young Randy's teenage cock fucking deep up into her openly spread young cunt flickered hotly through her mind!
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.
"Oh, Lord, Dad's fucking her crazy!" the young girl moaned as she watched her father's heavily burgeoning cock fuck far up into the hungrily gripping cunt of the ecstatically screaming stewardess!
"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 animals… 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, animalistic 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 sights and 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 in 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 Byers' 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 balls. 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!"