She started to groan as he finger fucked her deeply and she swayed on her feet, her eyes closed. Seeing her reaction, he abruptly withdrew his hand and wiped his finger across her supple mouth, saying, "Here, slut, eat this! You like the taste of pussy, I'll bet; take it. Lick it!" He worked his finger into her mouth as though it were a cock, and slid it back and forth between her lips and around the inside of her cheeks. His other hand was up under her dress, pinching her ripely curved ass-cheeks as hard as he could.
Trish wanted to bite his finger, but she was afraid of what he would do. This man was capable of anything now, she realized. God knows what he might do to her if she retaliated. Besides, she liked the taste of her pussy; it was a taste similar to the sweet, aromatic pussy of Peter's teenage daughter. Hah! If only the bastard knew!
Yesss… that was it! What better way to get even with the stuck up son-of-a-bitch than to arrange for a little private "exhibition"… with the star performer being his darling little girl!
He suddenly brought both his hands up to her shoulders and pulled the white dress down until it fastened like a straight jacket around her body, just below her melon-like breasts, pinioning her arms to her sides. The stewardess was unable to slip the dress either up or down, and stood there, her face a mask of impotent rage.
"Get me out of this Goddamn thing, you bastard!" she shouted out at him. She drew up her foot and kicked him sharply on the shin. She followed it with a knee to the groin.
Her aim wasn't true; he hardly felt it. But a devilish sneer appeared on his lips. "Oh… so you like to play rough, eh? Ok, hitch. We'll play rough!"
He picked her up and slung her under his arm as though she were a store mannequin. She was screaming and kicking her legs. He literally threw her on the big bed, on her back, and tore the sandals off of her. Trish was still straight-jacketed by the crumpled, constricting dress, which had worked its way up to her hips, exposing her dark blonde mat of pussy hair to his wanton, rapacious gaze. While she lay there kicking and screaming, he ripped off her panties, then hastily removed his jacket, shirt and trousers. He slipped off his loafers and socks and peeled down his shorts.
Her eyes widened as she gazed at his naked, ten-inch rod of man-flesh, the blood-engorged head purple with rage. His huge, hairy testicles hung tautly between his sinewy thighs. He was a tower of virility before the wide-eyed stewardess, who thought she had seen everything there was to see in the bedroom – until now! He looked so powerful, so cruel and menacing as he loomed above her, his handsome face grimacing with vindictive lust.
"Like what you see, cunt?" he asked, reaching for his massive pole and grasping it gingerly in his hand as if it were a baby club.
"Oh my God, Peter… Oh my God!" was all she could say.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Isn't this what you've been after all along… every time you gave me one of your come-up-and-see-me-sometime looks? Every time you wiggled your hot little ass at me, or stuck those big round jugs under my nose? You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you, slut? You wanted me to stick my cock up between those good-looking legs of yours and fuck your hot little whore pussy, didn't you…?"
"I… I… yes… yessssss!" she cried out at him.
"Yes, what?" he taunted, a victorious sneer on his face. "What did you want me to do? See, I have to be sure you really want me, because I'm very insecure, and I might not be able to get a hard-on until you reassure me…" he said, sporting an erection that would do credit to a prize bull!
"I… I want you… to… fuck me," she breathed.
"How's that? I also have a hearing problem. You'll have to say it louder."
"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Goddamnit!" she screamed, the veins in her temples and the cords in her neck distending as she raised her head off the bed to shout at him. "Fuck me… fuck me… now!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"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.