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Archive name: Stew09.txt
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title:  "The Scandalous Stewardess"
Chapter 9

     His little "test" provided Randy with exactly the reaction he 
expected.  The look of panic on Davie's face was ample witness to her 
prejudice.  Moments like them were made to order for Randy Ferris; he 
liked nothing better than a sexual challenge from a gorgeous female.
     "Sorry, honey.  That was an accident," he apologized convincingly. 
"Want to go dry off?"  He grinned at her and paddled nearer, so that
their bodies were touching under the salty, caressing water.  Desire was
the undercurrent that carried them onto shore.
     Davie flopped heavily to the sand.  Her brain was reeling.  Fuzzy 
distorted images of Randy, her father and Trish glided across the ceding
of her mind like reflections in a row of carnival mirrors.  The sun
burned bleeding white bans of liquid heat into her closed eyes as she
lay sprawled on her back.  The air was very still, except for the sound
of respiration.  There was a persistent fluttering in her belly.
     She was dimly aware of movement next to her, of the wet, bare flesh
very close to her body.  Randy was moving around on the blanket,
brushing against her body as he shifted his body.  She suddenly felt his
bare hands on her salty skin, his fingers touching her magically,
lightly all over her body.  He was stroking her skin, his fingers turned
into feathers.  She turned to gooseflesh and her body began to tingle
everywhere.  Her pussy throbbed with desire.  Involuntarily, she opened
her legs a little wider, feeling the caressing heat of the sun on her
naked pussy, on the still little nubbin that was her clitoris.
     Randy shifted again on the blanket, his hands still fluttering over
her skin like an army of butterflies.  Then she felt a scant shower of
cool water on her thighs and belly.  She flinched from the sudden
sprinkling, but she was caught by the torpor that engulfed her.  So
relaxed, six lazy, so filled with delightful sensations that she
couldn't muster the energy to open her eyes.
     The sexy youth had crawled between her legs and lay on his belly,
his face inches away from her enticing coral pussy slit, where the
blushing little button of delight peeked out from between the dewy
lips.  God, what an edible little cunt she had.  This is going to be
pure heaven, licking that tasty pink furrow, he thought to himself.
     He moved nearer and without spreading her lips apart, suddenly
thrust his tongue out and flicked her clitoris.  Davie started as though
she had been touched by a hot ware.  "Uuunngghh!" she gasped, her eyes
flying open instantly.  Randy!
     The good-looking boy grinned up at her from under his sleepy, sexy
eyes.  A shock of wet, blonde hair was matted over his eyebrow.  He
wagged his tongue obscenely at her.  Then, without a word, he reached up
under her bare ass cheeks and elevated her with his hands, spreading her
pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her ripe cunt meat to his wanton,
lustful gaze.  His rock-hard cock throbbed beneath him.  Hot damn!, he
swore to himself, I really want to eat her little pussy.  I can't wait
any longer!
     And he didn't.  He sent his tongue into her pulsating furrow with 
dispatch, wasting not time, but drawing the delicious flesh into his
mouth as though it were a succulent little breast.  He licked and lapped
and sucked her, running his tongue up and down and around her juicy
slit, unable to get enough of the sweetly pungent sex flesh.  He rolled
around on his cock, feeling that he could almost cum from the sheer
excitement of eating this beautiful kid's tender box.  No wonder Trish
freaked out when she sucked Davie off.  This had to be the best piece of
pussy pie he had ever eaten--every bit as tasty as Trish's.
     Davie groaned and flailed on her back, her wet hair slapping the
hot, dry blanket beneath her.  She thought she would go mad from the
insane licking; she felt she would go right out of her mind from the
rapturous excitement in her heated loins and stomach.  Ohhhh, oh
Goooodddd!  She had never been eaten like this before!  His lips, his
tongue, his mouth, working her pussy flesh like that, sucking it so
beautifully, so maddenly well.  A feeble finger of conscience admonished
her for allowing the youth to feast so wantonly on her nether parts, but
she waved it away from her mind.  No, she had to have it; she didn't
want it to end ever!  She couldn't stop him now; her body controlled her
will, and her body said, "Onward!"
     A paddle, a long, smooth, slick, broad paddle stirring in her 
cauldron of molten lust, churning the sensate flesh around and around
and around and . . .
     "Uuuuuuuunnnn . . . uuuuunnn . . . UUUUWUWUNNNNNN!!!  She felt the
rumblings deep inside her body . . . rumblings which grew louder and
more violent until she was shaking like a volcanic mountain.  Coals of
fire erupted from the core of her being and rained down on her flesh,
and her nerves sizzled like cold water on a hot griddle.  Her cuntal
juices turned to liquid fire and gushed onto Randy's lips and tongue and
flowed like lava, down to her anal crevice.  Her body danced with jolts
from a thousand live wires.  She screamed out her ecstasy as she came
and came and came . . .
     Geezus christ!  This chick is one for the books!  She sure as hell
doesn't have to take a back seat to Trish, that's for damned sure!,
Randy remarked to himself as he continued to lap at the young beauty's
pussy until she finally begged him to stop.  She almost passed out from
the sensations that emanated from between her legs.  Never had she been
so thoroughly, so satisfyingly tongue fucked.
     The sun-drugged, sex-drugged, narcotized young girl lapsed into a 
near-comatose state, wallowing in the delicious tingling sensations that
pervaded her body.  She was barely cognizant of Randy's movement now . .
.. that he had crawled from between her legs and inched up along side of
her, his huge prick preceding him like some pagan battle standard.  His
eyes glowed with fevered anticipation and insatiable lust.  He kneeled
beside her head and leaned down to kiss her wantonly on the mouth,
pressing his tongue between her unresisting lips and deep inside her
mouth.
     Davie drew in her breath at the unexpected assault on her mouth, 
tasting her own pussy juices mixed with the briny essence of saltwater. 
Benumbed as she was, she felt another little tremor of renewed
excitement flutter through her spent loins, and an audible sigh escaped
past Randy's engulfing lips.  Then he drew away from her, and she felt
the absence of his lips; she wanted them on her mouth again . . .
     Suddenly they were back . . . he was rubbing his mouth across her 
lips . . . so soft . . . soft delicate mouth rubbing back and forth,
back and forth, but differently.  There was something different in the
way it felt . . . softer than his lips . . . softer than a baby's skin .
.. . so delicately soft, but firm, too.  Why was it different this time?
     Her eyes fluttered opened then squinted against the light.  Oh
God--she was staring right at the huge, erect penis, at the
blood-engorged, glistening-tipped cock of Randy Ferris!  That's what it
was that she felt on her mouth--Randy's cock!  Oh nooooo!  Surely he
didn't expect her to put that thing into her mouth!
     Oh, but he did!  "Davie, kiss my cock, baby.  Open your lips and
give it a little kiss," he urged her.  His face was a mask of desire.
     "Nooooo!  I can't.  I can't do that," she insisted, turning her
face away and closing her eyes again.
     "Sure you can, honey.  You know you want to, deep down inside . . .
just like you really wanted me to fuck your little pussy last night.  
Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to have it in your mouth, 
honey?"
     There was a tremor of excitement in his husky voice.  He leaned
over her again and pressed his instrument against her lips, while he
placed his right hand on her bare, upthrust breast and began to massage
the sensitive flesh expertly.
     "No!  Take it away from me," she protested, but there was slightly
less conviction in her voice.  The familiar stirrings of desire were
back in her body, and she found herself becoming curious.  What would it
taste like, she wondered.  Randy was such a beautiful, sexy man not like
that disgusting fruit with her mother . . .
     "Sure, baby, if that's the way you feel about it," he answered a
tone of annoyance.  He rolled over and lay flat on his back, placing his
hands behind his head.  "It's OK with you if I eat your pussy, if I
stick my tongue in your snatch and suck you unto you cum all over my
mouth . . . that's fine, isn't it?" he said contemptuously.  "But when
the ball is in your court, you don't want to play!"
     "It's not that, Randy, it's just that . . . well . . ."
     "Forget it, sweetheart.  I get the message.  We'd just skip the
oral stuff from now on--both of us.  I mean, it's too bad, a damned
shame, really--I could acquire a real taste for that sweet little cunt
of yours . . . but, it wouldn't be fair to either of us, would it? 
One-way streets always lead to resentments, don't they?"
     The clever youth made his point--in spades.  Davie felt a seizure
of panic as she considered Randy's threat he didn't intend to go down on
her again . . . not unless she "played bag" . . .
     She was wavering, torn by a desire to please this man, her first
male lover who had already given her so much pleasure.  She couldn't
bear to think of it coming to an end, or being something less than
complete.  Yet, she felt frightened and repulsed at the thought of
putting his rigid member into her mouth; she kept seeing her mother
blowing that horrible faggot.  Besides, she'd never done it before.  How
do you do it?  She didn't want to make a fool of herself.  But Randy was
right, she knew: turn about's fair play.  She sighed heavily and turned
to him, letting her arm rest on his chest.
     She snuggled closer, wanting him to put a reassuring arm around
her, but he continued to lay sprawled on his back with his arms behind
his head, his eyes closed and his face expressionless.
     She put her head on his chest.  Still no reaction.  He was mad at 
her!  She looked down his body, which was elongated from her
perspective.  Her drugged brain saw him as a column of flesh stretched
out like a sun bronzed Plastic Man in the comic books.  His erect cock
was thrust m the air like an angry middle finger of disdain.  Slowly she
let her fingers slide down his chest, down his belly, down to has sparse
forest of crisp, dark blonde pubic hair . . . Randy's prick bobbed in
welcome to her hand.  She paused there.
     "I . . . I don't know how to do it, Randy.  I've never done it 
before," she said haltingly.
     "Done what?" he asked dryly.  (He knew perfectly well what she was
talking about.  He had to suppress a self-satisfied smile.)
     "Put a man's thing into my mouth . . . kissed it."  She was
grateful that he could not see her face embarrassment was written all
over it.
     "Oh, that . . ." he said nonchalantly, "just forget it, honey.  
Forget I ever asked you to kiss it, or lick it, or take it in your mouth
.. . ."
     "No, Randy.  I want to do it for you.  I don't want to be a one-way
street," she answered firmly, but in a lithe girl voice.  "Only you have
to tell me what to do . . ."

     Peter Knight stole another long glance at his passenger as they
drove south along the narrow, two-way road in his sleek silver Porsche. 
Trish had greeted him wearing the briefest and sexiest of black bikinis
and a thin gold chain around her neck.  She was all smiles, and gave no
indication that she bore any resentment towards him for his callous
treatment of her the night before.  She looked so goddamned exciting, so
sensual, that he had torn off his own swim trunks and fucked her right
then, this time treating her like a partner and not a whore.  He felt he
couldn't get enough of her.
     Now, scanning her bikini-clad body again, he found his cock once
more straining under his trunks as his eyes roved over the generous
expanse of breast flesh that was revealed above the skimpy top, and the
smooth, flat belly, her golden thighs and long, beautiful legs.  She
wanted to go to the point, she said. . she had been there before . . .
the beach was secluded and the water warmest there . . .
     His thoughts weighted his right foot and the Porsche went faster, 
accelerating with the increase of his desire.
     "What's the rush, lover?" she teased, giving him one of her sexy, 
all-knowing looks.  She placed her hand on his sun-warmed thigh, adding
another ten miles an hour to the gauge.
     Finally, they rounded a bend where the highway narrowed into a
dusty road.  The handsome resort owner shifted down and let the Porsche
slow to a crawl to minimize the fallout created by the grooved, Michelin
tires.  He suddenly jammed on the brakes when he spotted Randy's red MG
parked in a shaded turnout about 75 yards ahead.  Trish saw the little
red sports car, too.  It was there, thank God . . . just as she had
planned it!
     "What the hell?" Peter said, his brow furrowed in a frown.
     "Looks like somebody beat us to it . . . to the point, that is," 
Trish sad slyly.  "What a coincidence . . ."
     A sense of dread creeped over Davie's father.  What the fuck was
she doing way out here?  Why had Randy brought her here for a swim
unless . . .  Christ, why had he allowed her to go with that kid
anyway?  He should have known better . . .
     "Oh well, we might as well go for swim with them, lover.  Then we
can find another spot of our own . . ." the scheming blonde said
casually.  "It'll be fun to surprise them."
     Peter didn't answer.  His jaw was set and the frown deepened on his
forehead.  From force of habit, he grabbed the ignition keys and tucked
them into a shallow pocket inside the waistband of his trunks.  Then he
got out and walked purposefully towards the beach, leaving the cocksure
stewardess to follow in his wake.
     As he got closer and closer to the stretch of white sand, his scowl
deepened and his apprehension increased.  He was close to the clearing
now, and he peered out into the water, looking for splashing young
bodies, hoping to see his precious daughter cavorting in the crystalline
ocean with the devil-may-care young buck.  Instead, his heart sickened
as he heard sounds, grunting animal sounds on the beach.  He stopped
short.  Oh no!  God, no!, his mind screamed.  Those sounds could only
mean one thing!  It was like a grisly replay of the shocking scene he
had witnessed twenty four hours ago, on another beach.  Only this time,
it wasn't a female--it was Randy Ferris.  God, what was he doing to
little Davie?
     Randy Ferris wasn't doing anything to little Davie--little Davie
was doing it to him!
     A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Peter Knight's throat as
he took a few steps further and his eyeballs ran smack into the sight of
Randy Ferris lying on his back with his arms stretched out at his sides,
getting his cock sucked royally by DARLING LITTLE DAVIE!
     He swayed on his feet, as though he had been hit by a battering
ram, and stared in utter stupefaction at the carnal sight.  He closed
his eyes, 
but he couldn't close out the reality of what was happening on the beach
blanket.  It was horribly, brutally real. . . Davie was sucking the
bastard's cock, and doing it with obvious enjoyment, of her own free
will . . .
     The shocked and anguished father fought to sort out his thoughts,
to collect his reason and do what a concerned parent would do in such a
situation.  He wanted to rush forward, to teat Davie away from the kid's
loins and rip his privates right out of his groin.  He wanted to kill
the sonofabitch and give Davie the beating if her life.  But he knew he
couldn't do that.  The one unassailable fact of the matter was that
Davie was sucking the kid's cock of her own free will!  That was
obvious.  She was turned on as hell, mewling over him with
unintelligible slurping calls from deep in her throat, gnawing at him
like a dog with a bone, pulling on the this casing of his long, rigid
prick as though it were a lollipop; as though she couldn't get enough of
it!
     His eyes were fastened on his daughter's naked, twisting form that
glistened with sweat m the early afternoon sunlight as she worked 
slavishly over the bronzed loins of Trish's kid brother.  Davie . . .  
Davie, my precious little girl, what's happened to you?  Why are you 
taking a man's penis In your sweet little mouth. . . your beautiful, 
innocent mouth?  Oh God, you're so beautiful, darling, your face, your 
body, with its baby-soft buttocks, your perfect little breasts swaying 
there . . . your delicate little pussy, with its soft, soft hair . . .
     Reflexively, the tormented father took a step forward, blind panic
seizing him as the impact of his carnal desire struck him with the force
of a wrecking ball.  His cock was hard and throbbing wildly in his swim
trunks.  He was excited . . . excited by the lewd sight on the beach! 
His own daughter!  Oh God, he was sick, he'd lost control!  Noooooooo!
     The devil danced in his head, goading him to make love to his own 
daughter!  Yes, his love for Davie was not platonic and paternal--it was
carnal . . . it was the sexual love of a man for a beautiful woman!  And
Davie was a woman he couldn't kid himself about that any more.  She was
the woman he wanted more than anyone in the world.  He wanted to possess
her body, to feel her mouth on his cock, to feel himself inside her
tender pussy.  He let out an agonized moan of self-reproach.  But he
couldn't help himself, now.  He couldn't!  He was past all redemption,
past all caring, as torrents of desire swept over him.
     Vaguely, for his eyes were fixed on Davie, Peter was aware that he
was not alone.  The warm body of Trish Byers pressed against his arm. 
"Looks like she's enjoying it, doesn't it?" she cooed into his ear in
her honeyed voice.  "I hope you're not too upset . . ."
     "Upset!  How could I possibly be upset, watching my only daughter 
suck the begeezus out of your brother's cock!"  He ground the words out
at her through a clenched jaw.
     "No Peter, you shouldn't let it throw you.  After all, Davie's not
a little girl any more.  It's time she found out what men are an about,
don't you think?  Unless, of course, you're jealous . . ."
     "Jealous?"
     "Yes, honey.  Why else would you have a big hard-on?"  she said 
sultrily, reaching down to squeeze his granite-like prick and his
bloated balls.  "You want your darling little daughter ax for yourself,
don't you?" she droned on.  "But that's so selfish.  That wouldn't be
fair to Davie, would it?"
     She was playing with his cloth-encased genitals.  He didn't move.  
His brain was reeling as he watched with perverse fascination the lurid
scene between his sensual daughter and the blonde vamp's brother.  Trish
droned on again as she slipped her slender fingers down inside the
elastic 
cloth and came in contact with his bare cock.  She used her thumb to 
spread the syrupy seminal ooze an around the helmeted head, and under
the ridge, where she knew he would be most sensitive.  "I know how much
you want to be lying on that blanket right now, with Davie's soft mouth
around your big, hard prick . . sucking and sucking and sucking.  I know
how much you love to be sucked, Peter.  Remember how I sucked you off
last night, after you fucked my ass so hard?  You'd like to fuck that
sweet ass of your daughter's, too . . . wouldn't you?  Wouldn't you just
love to shove that great big hot prick of yours in her tight little
asshole?  Of course . . . you're only human, baby.  I understand that. 
Yes, you'd like to fuck your darling little girl in the ass, almost as
much as you'd like to fuck her juicy little pussy.  Oh, yes, you're
dying to fuck her hot, precious cunt, aren't you.  Look at the way she's
got it stuck up in the air, just crying for her daddy's hard cock . . ."
     A low, tortured, guttural sound purled from the lust-crazed man, 
signaling to Trish that her mission was as good as accomplished.  She 
slipped deftly out of her bikini and pressed her naked breasts against
his bare arm, rubbing the nipples over his hairy, muscular flesh.  Then
she began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot, moist lips as
she hooked her thumbs inside his trunks and worked them down his hips
until they dropped on the sandy ground.  Then she took his hard prick in
both her hands and rubbed it lightly up and down, pressing her body into
his back and his solid flanks, rubbing her pussy up against has ass. 
Then she began to nudge him forward, toward the blanket where his
beloved Davie sucked voraciously on Randy's cock, saying: "Go on, Peter
.. . . go fuck your beautiful daughter . . . you know you want to, you
know you want her. Everybody wants to fuck darling little Davie . . ."