was wrung with passion her mouth toiled and her neck strained; her nostrils flared lewd flames of desire began to consume her. Something was driving her on now, something in her body that made her want to answer his thrusts with complementary motions of her own.
She was liking it!
She was enjoying Randy's penis inside her! It still hurt, but just as he had said, she did like it; she did want it. The starting admission to herself struck the lovely girl with the impact of a kick in the stomach. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't and yet it was! Davie's pussy had finally adjusted to the girth and length filling it and, though there was still some pain, she had begun to be aware more of the pleasurable sensations inside her. Her entire body was tingling, and she could feel the many enjoyable jolts along with the painful ones, jolts of sensual pleasure that she had never known before; they had been stored in her child's body just waiting for release, just waiting for the opportunity to transform her from a little girl into a sensuous woman.
Going herself up completely now to the wild sensuality taking hold of her, Davie flung her legs wider for her hot-blooded seducer, giving him better access to her demanding pussy. She was no longer oppressed by fear or pain or conflict, only by the swirling heat which attacked her body like a raging inferno. Her hands clutched convulsively at his back, nails raking across it, drawing skin with them and raising small welts in her ardor as she sent her tongue hard into Randy's mouth, her saliva mingling with his and flowing from the corners of her soft, pink lips. Crazed with passion and arousal now, the lovely young brunette rolled her hips beneath the hot shaft submerged in her once-innocent belly, her pussy walls completely accepting everything he could give to her newly-conquered cunt. The swollen twins of his testicles rammed harder and harder against her quivering buttocks as he sought his release. Davie wanted to cum now, too!
As he got closer and closer to his orgasm, Randy became increasingly aware that the young virgin was no longer fighting him, was no longer afraid; that her scratchings on his flesh were done out of desire rather than fear. She was helping him, fucking with him now… damned if she wasn't digging it! The way her tongue shot into his mouth, the way she'd thrown her legs wide, the way she was twisting her body in the newly discovered rhythm of a sensual woman first experiencing sexual intercourse… they all told him that she liked him fucking her; liked it, wanted it, wanted to cum and wanted him to cum, to fill her up with his hot, molten seed…
Yes… ooohhh yyyyyesssss! The gun had been cocked and the last lewd finger of thought pulled the trigger. His cock began jerking insanely in her soft, elastic pussy as he bucked and heaved above her; great billows of heat swirled through his loins as he emptied his hirsute balls of his seed and the molten cum raced along the length of his cock and exploded inside the virginal belly of the bucking young beauty beneath him – again and again and again, a never-ceasing flow of liquid fire filling her chaste cunt, despoiling it, filling it to overflowing.
'Oh, squirt it to me, Randy! Squirt it to me goooood!' the young teenager grunted as the young boy's heavily bloated cock splashed out its hot, liquid cum hard up against the bottom of her belly inside!
And Davie accepted his cum, mewling wildly into his mouth, her legs kicking and jerking in the air as her invaded cunt was jolted again and again with the hot spurts of jism from his fiery tool. Never had she known such intense feelings! Oh God, was this what doing it was like all the time? Was this the way it was, this crazy, wild abandoned feeling? Ooooohhhhh, it was soooo good! Now she needed to cum too, wanted to cum with him, while he was spewing his fire into her belly…
She strove for release with every muscle in her inexperienced young body. 'Don't stop, Randy, don't stop! Don't stop now!' she cried out to him as she bucked wildly against him as hard as she could. She was close… so close. The sensations were building, building in her loins. She knew what it was to cum, knew the delicious torment that preceded it… she was feeling that torment now, straining, reaching, fucking back on his spewing cock. She had to cum on this beautiful boy's cock. She had to… had to cum!
She did. A thousand taunting feathers tickled her innards with fire and she flailed her head on the bed in answer to the rapture that filled her young, climaxing body. She gasped and groaned and sputtered her release as she gave herself to the sexy and selfish young man who had deflowered her so brutally. Randy swelled with pride as he felt her release, as he experienced the beautiful young girl beneath his body being racked by a powerful climax. Geezus Christ! He never expected that to happen, not the first time! This chick is something else! he was thinking while he obliged her and continued to fuck into her long after his cock had finished shooting its load of white, frothy cum into her belly. Finally, it was over, and he wearily collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for breath. They lay there for several minutes together, not saying another word, until their breathing returned to normal and his deflating cock slipped from the flooded sheath of her young pussy with an obscene sluicing sound, dripping a tell-tale vestige of semen across her white thigh as he rolled off her and onto his back.
He reached over and pulled her onto him. 'Oh God, Davie!' he breathed up at her, covering her sweating face with moist, hot kisses, 'That was wonderful, just fantastic, the best I've ever had! Oh Davie, honey, I'm sorry I was so rough on you, but I couldn't control myself… you were driving me out of my ever-lovin' mind! You understand, don't you? Please tell me that you understand, that you forgive me – please. I know you like it, baby. I know you did. Even for your first time. It was good, wasn't it? Wasn't it good? And it's going to get better…'
The ravished young brunette beauty lay propped on her elbow, her chin cupped en her hand, looking at him for a long time without speaking. Then a slow, inscrutable smile began to form at her sensuous full lips. 'I understand, Randy, I really do. And… yes, I did like it and… maybe I'm crazy but… I do forgive you,' she said quietly. Then she hesitated for a moment, her large, lovely hazel eyes looking steadily into his, before she asked him innocently, 'When can we do it again…?'
CHAPTER NINE
'That was fantastic, Peter, just fantastic. I don't know when I've been fucked quite so breathless,' the exhausted blonde said sincerely. But her mind was filled with dark thoughts of revenge em the virile resort owner for the way he had treated her – like a filthy whore! It wasn't enough him to give her a savage ass fucking; he made her lick his cock clean right afterwards, then suck his huge cock off while he kneeled over her with his big hands knotted in her hair. He almost pulled it out by the roots! It wasn't until after all that that he fucked her cunt, that he let her cum too! The bastard! The stuck-up fucking bastard! Who the hell does he think he is, treating her like that… calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have against her?
Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes closed. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine – thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be arranged.
His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the hell had he denied himself for so long? Too bad the blonde bitch couldn't keep her hands off his tender daughter; if he hadn't seen that, he would feel different about her perhaps… she certainly was one helluva fuck, about the best he'd ever had, matching him stroke for stroke, turning him on to unbelievable heights of passion with her obscene words and her flaming, unbridled sexuality. She was a white witch, using some kind of voodoo magic on him to draw the fiery cum out of his balls. His only regret was that he had given her the satisfaction of capitulating to her brazen desirability. He would have gotten more points in his own mind if he had walked away from her a few hours ago without so much as a kiss. But then, look what he would have missed!
A few hours ago! Geezus Christ – Davie! She was home alone – she'd better be! Dammit – he had allowed his own sexual craving to overshadow his new-found duties to his young daughter; he had been weak when he should have been strong! He had to get back to the house!
He roe unsteadily to his feet. His mind was alert, but his body responded torpidly. He blinked and looked around the room. The moon had risen on the horizon and the warm, blue shadows no longer illuminated the room. Still, they had never bothered to turn on a light, so his eyes had only slight difficulty adjusting to the dimness. He scuffed around the room, gathering his discarded clothing and began to dress. He also began to collect his thoughts.
What to do about Trish Byers… he didn't want to see her again and yet, he did. He had never known a woman as wildly abandoned, as insatiable, as fantastic in bed, despite the handicap he gave her. But she also represented a danger to his way of life, to the permanent reunion he was planning for him and Davie – he didn't
