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!'
