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The scandalous Stewardess 6″The Scandalous Stewardess”Chapter 7Davie had flung herself across the bed and was sobbing as the scheming, i****tuous brother of her so-called “friend” kneeled besideher on the floor, a comforting hand on her back.”That’s right, Davie, let it all out. Just cry away–everythingyou saw going on in that room. Let that whole scene between my sisterand your dad wash right out of your eyes,” he told her tenderly,cunningly.The distraught young girl cried even harder, her pitiful sobsfilling the darkened bedroom. She felt lost, empty, and she didn’t knowwhere to turn. Her father . . . the one person in the world she lovedand respected . . . lying there naked on the bed rutting with a womanshe thought was a trusted friend . . . the same woman who had . . . beenwith her at the beach today . . . Oh God, oh God! The whole world wascrashing down around her! She thought everything would be all rightonce she got to Eleuthera. Isn’t that what Trish said? Isn’t that whather father had said: “Everything’s going to work out fine . . justfine!” Yes . . . for them!Now Randy was her only friend. She had been betrayed by her fatherand Trish . . . and yet, they were doing something that’s perfectlynatural; something all grownups do . . . they wouldn’t have done it infront of her. Still, she had always thought of sex as something goodand clean, something you did with someone you really loved–not just theslapping together of bodies . . . She was so confused. If only shehadn’t seen them together . . . if only she hadn’t seen her mother withthose two disgusting fairies . . . if only she hadn’t let Trish lick herbetween the legs this afternoon . . . It was all too much, too fast. She didn’t really hate her father, and she didn’t really hate Trish,either; but something was lost, gone forever . . . Something hadchanged in her attitude toward the man who had sired her, and toward thewoman who she thought was her friend–and she didn’t know what it was. It only filled her with an unutterable sadness. She felt like a littlegirl lost.The tears gushed freely until her lovely eyes stung and she felther nose was a red balloon. She was only dimly aware that Randy was whispering consoling words in her ear; that he was stroking her darkhair and rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. His voice was hypnotic, histouch, reassuring.”. . . and just forget it, Davie. Forget that they were naked on that bed . . . forget that they were all turned on and saying things . … all those dirty words. Don’t think about how they must have felt . … what it must have been like for them on that bed . . . no, honey, justput all that out of your mind . . .”Put it out of her mind. That’s what she had to do, of course. That is what she would do. She’d put those pictures out of her mind,too . . . the ones in VIVA . . . Randy and that Oriental girl . . . No!, not Randy . . . somebody else . . .Randy got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was turned away from him and he kept stroking her hair and whispering comforting words, over and over . . . Then he stroked her shoulder again, and hersoft, bare arm. His hand was warm; his touch was delicate, deft. Itfelt so good to be caressed by this handsome, understanding boy who washer only friend now. He was right, she mustn’t think about what she sawa little while ago in Trish’s bungalow; she mustn’t let that imageremain vividly implanted on her brain . . .”Don’t, Davie . . . don’t think about it anymore . . .” he said ashe gently took her shoulder in his hand and turned her over on herback. He brushed some wispy strands of hair away from her fevered faceand smiled at her tenderly. He knew that his words were having thedesired effect on her now; she was thinking about her father and Trish,of course, just as he had hoped she would. It’s going to work afterall, he thought sexultantly. I’m going to score with this tight littlecherry tonight!Davie looked up into his strong, handsome face. His words seemedto flow like molasses into her ears. She was fully aware that he wastelling her not to think of what she had witnessed, but the visionbecame fixed in her mind instead. In fact, the more he droned on, themore he stroked her hair and her arms and talked to her in his soporificway, the more clarified became the scene in her mind. She didn’t wantto think about it, but she couldn’t put it out of her consciousness, shejust couldn’t.And strangely enough, the images in the lovely teen’s brain were beginning to have a certain physical effect on her innocent flesh aswell. She could feel a strange, twitching sensation deep in her belly;the same kind of sensation she had felt when Randy kissed her on thesteps. She suddenly felt like being kissed again, and she must havecommunicated this to the hot-blooded youth, for he slowly leaned overher and pressed his lips to hers again, not French kissing her thistime, but just kissing her softly and tenderly and very, veryexcitingly.She began to tremble slightly under the pressure of his chestagainst her body, not from shock or weeping now, but from something farmore basic, something that was the captive woman inside yearning tobreak free . . .Randy felt the young girl trembling beneath his embrace and hesmiled inwardly. She’s almost ready . . . almost. Easy does it,fella. This is the crucial moment, right now. Just a little bit moreand you’ll be home free!He let his face rest on hers while he continued to stroke her hairand brush it away from her fevered face until finally, he let his handmove down, down ever so slowly and gently onto the swelling mound of hernubile young breast. She was breathing faster now, and so was he, as hecontinued to implant the image of her father’s sexual escapade with hislucious, naked sister in her confused young mind.He began to rub the pliant globe tenderly and lightly and he felther stiffen at his touch. But she made no initial effort to push hishand away. He smiled to himself, confident that he had won the firstround. He kept caressing her breast, running his thumb across thehardened little nipple, his heart pounding in his chest and his cockleaping like a wild bronco in his pants.Suddenly, a red light flashed in Davie Knight’s brain, warning herto stop this gentle boy’s caresses, warning her to stop before it wastoo late, before her own body betrayed izmir escort her and she was suddenly sweptaway in a flooding tide of passion. Yes, she had to stop him . . . stophim from feeling up her breast, even though it felt soooo good, so warmand wonderful. The sensations in her body were already beckoning her on.. . . on into the dark and terrifying unknown. They were sounding asiren call to her most primitive and latent grownup desires . . .”No! No, Randy! Stop!” she cried, pulling his hand away androlling away from his into an upright, sitting position, her back to himand her head buried in her hands. She was a living, breathing conundrumof confused desire.The lust-ridden youth was taken completely by surprise. He hadbeen strongly confident that she was totally his now. He gaped at herfor a moment, then reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back intothe fold of his arms. “Take it easy, Davie,” he panted, “it’s allright. Everything’s just fine . . .”Now he was saying it, too! Why was everything “just fine” for everyone else except her? Nothing was “just fine” . . .She tried to resist him. “No, you shouldn’t touch me like that . … you know you shouldn’t; not after what we just saw. It’s wrong.””What’s wrong about it, Davie?” he asked desperately, feeling his conquest slipping irretrievably from him. “It’s not wrong–it’s right,don’t you see that, Davie? It’s right because you’re a woman now,Davie, a woman–with a woman’s body and a woman’s needs. You’re readyto fulfill that womanhood . . . you’re ready to give in to youremotions, Davie . . . to let that woman inside of you free . . .”Like Trish does . . . if that’s the kind of woman I’m supposed tobe–a bitch in heat!””You’ll be fortunate–very fortunate–if you ever come half wayclose to being the woman Trish is!” he flung back hotly. Then he cursedhimself for being so rash. “What I mean, Davie, is that . . .” He drewa long breath. Shit! How do I get out of this one! “See, your dad andTrish, they’ve both been around the block. They’re mature people. Theyboth dig it, because that’s the way it’s meant to be. If it wasn’t,well, nobody would turn on in the first place. You’d see why they weredoing it, you’d know why they were both naked on that bed together ifyou let yourself he the woman you are . . . if you let yourself go andmake love . . . with me . . . I want to make love to you, Davie . . . I want to feel your beautiful naked body next to mine . . . want to givemyself to you, the way a man gives himself to a woman . . . in bed . . .”Noooo!” she wailed, totally afraid now. She didn’t understandwhat had come over Randy. He was so nice before, almost like a brother.. . . What was he thinking of now? How could he be thinking of doingto her what her father was doing to Trish?Randy was beside himself now. Panic mixed with pride and rage coursed through his young loins. You little prick teasing bitch!, he swore at her silently. You’re not getting off the hook that easy! I’mgoing to fuck you tonight, even if it means tearing off that innocentlittle dress and r****g you!He grabbed Davie’s breasts in both his hands and forced her down onthe bed, pinning her there with his agile body. She struggled, tryingto scream, but he clamped his mouth tightly onto her, forcing her lipswide apart with his lips and tongue, sending his oral probe deep intoher soft, warm mouth as though it were his cock in her cunt which itsoon would be, his cock into her tight little hole. The terrified younggirl continued to struggle, but her struggled only excited thepassion-crazed youth who pressed his strong body, with its unavoidablewitness of masculinity, harder into her loins. He was going to ****her! She knew it now. She had so often dreamed of the first time witha boy. In those c***dish fantasies, the boy was always gentle, tenderand patient. Now she was going to be ravaged by a man she had trusted … . a man who had suddenly gone out of control. Noooooo!But the young teenage girl was helpless beneath the powerful,lust-crazed youth. He reached down and grabbed the hem of her thincotton dress and began working it up her legs. Her struggles onlyassisted and fanned his raging desire. Every time she squirmed, sherubbed against his burgeoning cock, exciting the passionate young maneven more. Finally, the dress was hiked up over her bare breasts andunder her armpits, leaving her totally naked except for the rumpled ragaround her upper chest. Davie was humiliated beyond words, and she layon her back struggling, trying to turn her face away from the demandingyouth, her eyes blurred by tears.”No, honey . . . don’t cry,” he kept saying to her, his voice quavering, “there’s nothing to cry about . . . you want it, Davie . . .you know you want it . . . want to feel my cock inside you, the wayTrish felt your old man’s . . . it’s a beautiful thing . . . beautifulto feel a warm, hard cock in you hot little pussy . . . oh, baby . . . I want to fuck you, baby . . . I want you, honey . . . got to have you.. . .”His eyes feasted on her naked, trembling breast flesh, and heraised a hand to the circular mounds, pinching one tiny coral nippleuntil it stood firm and erect. Then he repeated the process with theother. And then he swooped down like a sea gull and engulfed one breastgluttonously in his mouth, pulling the nipple and the aureole betweenhis lips and sucking and nibbling voraciously on the sensitive flesh. Davie cried out in protest, but he paid no attention. Who would come toher rescue–her old man? Hah! He was fucking the shit out of somebodyelse at that moment!Randy licked voraciously at the delectable flesh of Davie’s breastsand nipples, his cock near to bursting with desire and demandingrelease. Davie’s body’s threshed wildly beneath him, and he sensed thather frenetic movements were not totally inspired by fear, that rather,it was his mouth and tongue on her naked tits that was causing her suchagitation.Faster and faster his mouth and tongue licked over the trembling young globes, setting them afire with his liquid firebrand. Then hishand dipped down to her dark, fleecy pubic mound, and his fingerscrawled over her soft pussy hair and into her slick, virginal pussyslit. He almost went wild with delirium and expectation.”Ooooooohhhh!” Davie cried fearfully as she felt his mercilesstouch on her secret izmir escort bayan pants. “Noooo, Randy . . . stop it . . . you’ve gotto stop!””. . . can’t . . . I can’t stop now . . . it feels so great . . .oooohhh, God it feels good . . .”He spread her legs rudely to give him greater access to hertrembling cunt. Davie flailed her head insanely from side to side andtried to push him away with her small fists, but her efforts wereuseless. She stared up at the passion-contorted features of the sexyblond boy with terror in her eyes terror mixed with excitement. She wasaroused more than she had ever been. But she was afraid, too. No, no,no! Please don’t let this happen. I don’t want it to happen, not likethis! I don’t want to be ****d. I don’t want you to hurt me. Ohhhhh,noooo!, she screamed silently.As though he had received her mute plea telepathically and was contemptuous of her request, Randy began tearing at his own clothes, unable to get them off fast enough. She heard a button fail to thefloor as he clawed at his shirt. He swore under his breath as hefumbled with his belt buckle and zipper, then almost lost his balance ashe attempted to pull down his pants while he was kneeling between herlegs, holding them with his powerful knees. If she hadn’t been sofrightened, she might have giggled at his clumsy, feverish attempt toundress while keeping her in her place beneath him. But where there’s awill-of-the-aching-cock, there’s a fucking way, and in a matter ofmoments, Randy, too, was bare-ass naked before her, his throbbing,rock-hard cock standing away from his muscular belly like a flag pole. Her eyes widened an disbelief. God, he did look like the model in thephotograph! How did Trish know that?Through fear-widened eyes, the lovely teenager watched the threatening instrument above her; the massive girth, the hard,blue-veined head, the wet droplets of seminal lubrication oozing fromthe tiny slit in the end. It was big, all right, though not as big asher fathers. She thanked God for that.Suddenly, the frenzied blond youth moved down on top of her,forcing himself brutally between her slender legs, his hips fallingheavily to wedge her tender young thighs far apart, securing herbouncing young buttocks to the mattress. The dark downy curls of herpubic hair brushed tantalizingly against his throbbing cockhead,inciting him to unintelligible babblings of frenzied lust, drowning herlow moans of fear and protest. Randy placed his knees between herthighs to hold her open to him, grinding his pelvis hard into herdefenseless crotch. Then he grabbed hold of his cock and worked it upteasingly up and down until he parted the moist lips of her cunt withhis prick’s swollen tip. He paused momentarily before the entrance ofthe snug, undefiled passage, panting heavily, droplets of sweat beadinghis body. Then . . .He let out a loud groan, thrust his hips forward . . . and rammed into her like a Mack truck hitting a stack of cardboard boxes!His long, sleek cock slid into her tight, vainly resisting little cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her vaginal walls in pressured waves before it, tearing her hymen like so muchtissue paper.”Aaaarrrrraannggghh!” Davie screamed. “OH MY GOOOOODDD!” Hernaked passage felt as if his plunging weapon had ripped it into athousand tiny shards and she would bleed like a stuck pig. Then hisballs slapped harshly off her wet, furrowed buttocks, and he was fillingher completely, mercilessly, with no thought of her pain. His shaft laysunk deep in her belly, like a white-hot pole of living fire rammed deepin her, and there wasn’t one tiny ridge of her cunt walls left untouchedand unpaved by the boy’s marauding penis.He lay still for a moment then, his perspiring face next to her’s,his hot breath fanning her ear like that of a satyr’s. Then he raisedhis head and looked at her, lust contorting his handsome face. “Howdoes that feel, honey? How does it feel to have my big, slippery cockdeep inside your tight, sweet pussy?” he panted to her.Davie hooked at him contemptuously. “How do you think it feels,you . . . you a****l! It hurts! It’s killing me!”No, baby. Don’t say that. You don’t mean that. You like it. You love it. You want it, don’t you? Don’t you!” And he flexed hisrigid cock inside her and shoved it ever harder against her cervix.”Aaaaaahhhhhhh. Uuuuuunnnggghh!” she wailed again.He began a slow, rocking motion between her thighs, seating hersoft and sensitive flesh with waves of pain as his expanded prickwidened the tight passage with each short, smooth stroke. Davie’s legsjackknifed in a frantic effort to escape the barbaric impalement, but itonly served to worsen her position. Pitiable screams of pain cametumbling from deep in the subjugated young girl’s throat as hisrock-hard shaft battered her yielding cunt flesh. He was driven onwardby her hapless cries; nothing could have deterred him now–not even theappearance of her old man. His only thought was to deliver the load ofsemen that weighted his hairy balls, and she slammed the twin blocks oflust into her again and again in a desperate rush for orgasmic release. Faster and faster his pelvis slammed onto the sweating, defenselessloins of the naked young teenager, never letting up, never slackeninghis thrust to give her an opportunity to adjust to his rampaging cock. There was nothing for him now but cumming, cumming . . .Davie’s body was aching with pain, but her brain was awhirl with crazy, confusing thoughts; confetti in the wind. It’s inside me, aman’s thing . . . for the first time . . . and the pain . . . it hurts … . it’s so hot and hard in me . . . Trish said it hurt the first time,for awhile . . . he’s r****g me . . . a very sexy boy, but why Is hedoing it like this? . . . I thought it would kill me when he shoved itin . . . doesn’t hurt as much now . . . so hot and hard inside me . . .a woman . . . does this make me a woman? . . . it hurts kind of good . …Then all at once, her body, as though floating off like a severed space capsule, began to respond involuntarily to the fierce hammerings from Randy Ferris’s bludgeoning cock. She didn’t think about it consciously, didn’t understand or want to. She merely acted instinctively. Her whole being began to twist and writhe beneath himand she groaned incessantly. Her hot, hungry escort izmir mouth sought Randy’s andshe moaned into the dark, warm grotto and stuck her tongue wildlyinside. Faint mewls of submission issued from the back of her throat. Her face 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 herwant 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 justas he had said, she did like it; she did want it. The startingadmission to herself struck the lovely girl with the impact of a kick inthe 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 itand, though there was still some pain, she had begun to be aware more ofthe 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 beenstored in her c***d’s body just waiting for release, just waiting forthe opportunity to transform her from a little girl into a sensuouswoman.Going herself up completely now to the wild sensuality taking holdof her, Davie flung her legs wider for her hot-blooded seducer, givinghim better access to her demanding pussy. She was no longer oppressedby fear or pain or conflict, only by the swirling heat which attackedher body like a raging inferno. Her hands clutched convulsively at hisback, nails raking across it, drawing skin with them and raising smallwelts in her ardor as she sent her tongue hard into Randy’s mouth, hersaliva mingling with his and flowing from the corners of her soft, pinklips. Crazed with passion and arousal now, the lovely young brunetterolled her hips beneath the hot shaft submerged in her once-innocentbelly, her pussy walls completely accepting everything he could give toher newly-conquered cunt. The swollen twins of his testicles rammed harder and harder against herquivering buttocks as he sought his release. Davie wanted to cum now,too!As he got closer and closer to his orgasm, Randy becameincreasinglyaware that the young virgin was no longer fighting him, wasno longer afraid; that her scratchings on his flesh were done out ofdesire rather than fear. She was helping him, fucking with him now . … damned if she wasn’t digging it! The way her tongue shot into hismouth, the way she’d thrown her legs wide, the way she was twisting herbody in the newly discovered rhythm of a sensual woman firstexperiencing sexual intercourse . . . they all told him that she likedhim fucking her; liked it, wanted it, wanted to cum and wanted him tocum, to fill her up with his hot, molten seed . . .Yes . . . ooohhh YYYYYSSSSS! The gun had been cocked and the lastlewd finger of thought pulled the trigger. His cock began jerkinginsanely in her soft, elastic pussy as he bucked and heaved above her;great billows of heat swirled through his loins as he emptied hishirsute balls of his seed and the molten cum raced along the length ofhis cock and exploded inside the virginal belly of the bucking youngbeauty beneath him–again and again and again, a never-ceasing flow ofliquid fire filling her chaste cunt, despoiling it, filling it to overflowing.And Davie accepted his cum, mewling wildly into his mouth, her legskicking and jerking in the air as her invaded cunt was jolted again andagain with the hot spurts of jism from his fiery tool. Never had sheknown such intense feelings! Oh God, was this what doing it was likeall the time? Was this the way it was, this crazy, wild abandonedfeeling? 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 youngbody. “Don’t stop, Randy, don’t stop! Don’t stop now!” she cried outto him as she bucked wildly against him as hard as she could. She wasclose .. . . 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, fuckingback 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 withfire and she flailed her head on the bed in answer to the rapture thatfilled her young, climaxing body. She gasped and groaned and sputteredher release as she gave herself to the sexy and selfish young man whohad deflowered her so brutally. Randy swelled with pride as he felt herrelease, as he experienced the beautiful young girl beneath his bodybeing racked by a powerful climax. Geezus Christ!, he never expectedthat to happen, not the first time! This chick is something else!, hewas thinking while he obliged her and continued to fuck into her longafter his cock had finished shooting its load of white, frothy cum intoher belly. Finally, it was over, and he wearily collapsed on top ofher, both of them gasping for breath. They lay there for severalminutes together, not saying another word, until their breathingreturned to normal and his deflating cock slipped from the floodedsheath of her young pussy with an obscene sluicing sound, dripping atell-tale vestige of semen across her white thigh as he rolled off herand 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 forgiveme–please. I know you like it, baby. I know you did. Even for yourfirst time. It was good, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it good? And it’s going toget better . . .”The ravished young brunette beauty lay propped on her elbow, herchin cupped en her hand, looking at him for a long time withoutspeaking. Then a slow, inscrutable smile began to form at her sensuousfull lips. “I understand, Randy, I really do. And . . . yes, I didlike it and . . . maybe I’m crazy but . . . I do forgive you,” she saidquietly. Then she hesitated for a moment, her large, lovely hazel eyeslooking steadily into his, before she asked him innocently, “When can wedo it again? . . .”

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