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
