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Archive name: Stew10.txt
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title: "The Scandalous Stewardess"
Chapter 10
Young Davie Knight was thoroughly caught up in the sucking of
Randy's cock. Her eyes were cloud and her head bobbed up and down
furiously as she reveled in the taste and feel of her handsome lover's
throbbing member. Her energetic sucking of the pistoning prick in her
mouth and the guttural barks that came from her lovely throat all
testified to that. I like it, I love it . . . ooohhhh, his big,
beautiful penis feels so wonderful in my mouth, I never thought anything
this wicked could feel so good . . . I'm just like Trish now, a sensual
woman . . . I'm really a real woman now . . . ooohhh . . .
Randy thrust his hands in her hair and flexed his hips upward
battering the back of her throat with his cock as he strained for
completion. Davie made no move to pull back from the intense pressure,
but ovalled her tender lips even tighter around his penis, impatient to
feel the white, creamy load of sperm in her aching young throat. She
mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally abandoned to the lust
that engulfed her like a naming shroud. Her pussy was quivering with
her wet, cuntal ooze and she wagged her buttocks in the air like a
female cat in heat, as she crouched over the prostrate youth.
Randy was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at the dark
haired beauty who was slavishly working his cock with her lips. He
could see her taut, firm breasts sway and dance from her chest as she
posted on his prick with her mouth. The pressure of his captive cum
constricted his testicles painfully, the twin blocks of desire slapping
rudely against her chin as though to say, "Hurry up!"
Davie began to nibble the petal-soft casing of his blood-engorged
cock as though it were a delicacy, a treat. She wanted all of it in her
mouth, wanted to make him cum, wanted to taste his hot seed.
Dimly, through his impassioned lust, Randy became aware of
vibrations on the beach . . . coming closer . . . and closer. Then, his
face going pale with horror, he was looking at the solid figure of Peter
Knight, who was less than five feet away! Trish was right behind
him--sonofabitch, if she didn't do it after all; she brought Davie's old
man here, just like she said she would, and he's naked as a jaybird with
the biggest goddamned hard-on I've ever seen! Oh man, don't fail me
now, Trish! You got here two minutes too soon!
But Randy's fears were needless; Peter Knight looked right past
him, as though he didn't exist. He saw only his daughter, say only her
beautiful sweat-sheered body, her firm, full breasts, her quivering,
upturned buttocks. He stumbled over to her and kneeled beside her,
touching her on the shoulder with his big hand. "Davie, Davie . . ." he
called to her in a quavering voice.
The familiar, authoritarian voice cut through the fog of her
passion like a knife. She opened her eyes and loosened her oral hold on
Randy's cock, turning in the direction of the voice. Oh, God . . .
noooooo! Her daddy was right here, watching her blow Randy Ferris! He
was as naked as she was!
The young girl gaped at her father, her face wet with saliva. It
was only a dream, an hallucination--that grass was stronger than she
realized--but no, it wasn't; Daddy was right there in the flesh! Her
eyes fastened on the huge, erect penis of the man who had sired her.
She agonized inwardly, Oh nooo, Daddy! I don't want you to see me like
this! Why are you here, Daddy? Why are you naked? Oh God, what's
happening? . . .
Their eyes locked, and in that moment the world seemed to dissolve
around father and daughter. A mute message passed between them, a bond
of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the
strictest physical sense. It was a deeper love, a greater love than
that between a man and a woman, because it also contained the highest
essence of spiritual and paternal love, and both Davie and her father
realized it in that moment; realized that they belonged to each other in
every way.
Peter held his hand out to his daughter and she placed her small
hand in his, and he squeezed it as he smiled at her tenderly and
whispered, "I want to fuck you, Davie. I want to love you, to give
myself to you, the right way. I want to be deep inside you . . ."
"Oooooohhhhhh, yes, Daddy, yeeeeeesss!" Davie hissed passionately.
She crawled over Randy's legs and lay down on her back parallel with the
frustrated youth. Then her loving father lay down on top of her,
placing his weight on his elbows, and kissed her passionately on the
mouth, for the first time as a lover. Their tongues curled around one
another's and he stroked her nude softness as she twisted and undulated
under him. He caressed her soft, fevered breasts, kneading her
unblemished young flesh, her delicate nipples, until she mewled with
pleasure into his mouth. Then his hand was moving down, down over her
flat stomach, through the wispy pelt of her pubic hair, finally touching
the erect, pulsing shaft of her clitoris. Davie whimpered in
unrestrained pleasure as her father massaged
the tiny, trembling bud between his thumb and forefinger, her loins
beginning to grind down into the blanket in wild, uncontrolled
counterpoint to her father's lewd fingering.
Now Davie reached down between their bodies and located her daddy's
prick, drawing the satiny skin over the bulbous head, running her
feverish fingers over every centimeter of him, then cupping his massive
bans in her palm and squeezing them against one another very gently.
The teenager was completely lost now in the consuming passion generated
by the fondling of each other's genitals.
She breathed into her father's mouth, crying, "Daddy, do it to me
now! Oh please, Daddy, do it to me now!"
"Yes! Yes, darling. Guide it with your hand, sweetheart. Put it
inside you; put it inside your sweet little pussy, where it belongs . .
.."
Davie spread her legs and thighs wide apart as her fingers dug into
the moist, sleek surface of her father's penis. And then she was
guiding it toward the small, moist opening of her vagina, using the
bulbous head to part the soft pubic down and the pouting, fleshy lips of
her sweet, tender cunt.
Trish, who was straddling her prostrate brother, was doing the same
thing with her hand: guiding her brother's yearning prick deep inside
her pussy as she sat on top of him, leaning into his hands with her
magnificent breasts. She caught Davie's eye, and gave her a knowing
grin. The flushed teenager grinned back at her--woman-to-woman.
Davie gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of her loving
daddy's hard organ against her damp, sensitive flesh. Knight flicked
his hips lightly forward, not wanting to hurt, wanting only to delight
his daughter, and the young girl felt a sharp little pain from the
stretching pressure of his huge member at the tight entrance of her
almost virginal orifice.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she cried with mixed pain and pleasure.
"Aaaaaaoooooog!" Trish squealed with delight as brother's cock
slipped into her.
Knight pushed forward again, forcing his way into the tightly
clenched opening and racing along the lubricated passage and into her
belly until his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smacked solidly against the
upturned cheeks of her baby-soft buttocks.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Daaaaaadddyyy, Daaaaadddyyyyyy!" she wailed as he
flexed his cock deep inside the tight flesh of her vaginal sheath.
He was inside her, he was fucking his own daughter's hotly sucking
pussy flesh! God, she felt like velvet . . . He had never known such
rapture. He knew his little girl loved every inch of his massive prick
that was buried in her warm, wet pussy; that she loved her father deeper
and truer than any woman had ever loved him.
He began a slow, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his
cock tightly into his daughter's naked crotch, expanding the walls of
her young pussy even more, and her own buttocks were rotating even more
insanely, demanding harder thrusts from her father's churning loins. He
rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes, and her body reacted in
kind, chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her
spine as she felt the tempo of his heavy, burgeoning cock in her
throbbing cuntal canal.
Next to them on the blanket, the sultry blonde and her sexy kid
brother were rutting like dogs, both of them lost in the lust that sent
them bucking back and forth against each other's loins.
Quickly, the loving father increased his pace and the length of his
stroke, knowing he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that
was his balls about to erupt. His daughter proved to be more of a match
than he had expected. She raised her wide-spread loins up to him in
simultaneous rhythm to his every downward thrust as her
passion-contorted young face twisted wantonly with her need and desire.
Davie began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy as she
lay impaled on her father's rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans
bubbled past her lips. Her father's mouth was fastened to hers again,
and she sucked once more at his tongue, trying to milk it like her hotly
devouring little pussy was milking his deeply pistoning cock--the
brother-sister team was approaching climax.
Peter Knight increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as
his beautiful, sexy young daughter writhed wildly beneath him, grinding
her pussy up and down on his cock with incredible fury, her legs
twitching, her toes curling as she lurched upwards, spreading her
slender legs even wider apart and wrapping them around his broad back.
He knew she was getting close and he wanted to cum with her, to feel
their juices commingling in the ultimate expression of fulfilling love.
Suddenly, they both heard Randy's gasping admission: "I'm . . . I'm
cuuuuummmmminnmmgig!"
"Yeeeeeesss . . . Ohhhhhh, cuuuuummmmm baaaaaabbbyyy. Fill
meeeeeeeee," Trish answered, bouncing for all she was worth on his
jettisoning cock, her blonde hair whipping across her face as she bucked
and flailed her head wildly.
That did it.
Peter Knight ground his cock into the tender sanctuary of his
daughter's womb and she convulsed beneath him, her mouth opening wide,
her face a caricature of her normally soft and innocent young
loveliness. A cry of pure, unadulterated delight, of total rapture,
echoed from the very core of her young being.
"AAAAAGGCGGGHHHHH . . . D AAAAA DDDDD YYYYY!"
Peter Knight felt his daughter's pussy walls begin to secrete their
warm gushes of wet, sticky fluid around his plundering cock, inundating
his shaft. She was cumming, cumming beautifully, his little girl was
cumming with his cock deep in her belly! With renewed urgency, he
thrust faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He had to
cum with her, he had to!
Suddenly he knew that his own hot sperm was about to race through
his cock to fill his daughter's womb. She jerked wildly, spasming, the
mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly. And then his orgasm struck
fully and his balls erupted burning fire, causing his body to tremble
like a man with palsy. His juices spurted from the opening in his
prickhead deep, deep into his daughter's quivering recesses in
never-ending flow, which caused her to moan in spasmodic, indecipherable
cries of delight as his orgasmic fluids mixed with hers to roll around
his jerking cock, fusing them together as lovers in the most ecstatic
sense of the word--father and daughter cumming together in the most
wonderful expression of family unity imaginable!
A long time later--an eternity later--the torrent ended and Davie's
body relaxed, her legs falling limp around her daddy's thighs as he
collapsed onto her. They lay there like that, not moving, not caring
that there were two people lying less than a foot away from them on the
blanket.
"Congratulations!" came the sultry voice of Trish Byers. Both
Peter Knight and his daughter looked over at her simultaneously. She
was smiling victoriously. Randy had a shit-eating grin on his face as
he glanced quickly from Davie's father to the well-fucked young beauty
under him. Davie flushed crimson with embarrassment at first, then she
giggled nervously. Soon all four of them were chuckling over the crazy
circumstances in which they found themselves; circumstances that had
spiraled rapidly from the innocent encounters of less than forty eight
hours ago--well, not exactly innocent, not from Trish Byer's point of
view. But certainly, accidental--her meeting young Davie on the plane.
She congratulated herself on another sexual mission
accomplished--almost. There was still one more phase to see through,
one she desperately wanted to succeed . . .
It ad hinged on Davie. If the scheming blonde could make the
teenager see the "wisdom" of her plan, little Davie would certainly be
able to convince her doting daddy. Trish had less than 24 hours--she
had to be back in Nassau for an 8:00 AM flight Monday morning, which
meant getting the shuttle hop tomorrow afternoon at four. She had to
get Davie alone . . .
" . . . But remember, Davie, you've got to make your father think
it was all your idea--promise? I want you to get ad the credit, honey,"
Trish admonished the pretty young girl over the dining table. It was
Saturday night, and the spacious room was crowded. Peter Knight was
busy.
"I promise!" the lovely teen answered, her large hazel eyes aglow
with excitement. "Oh Trish, you're a genius--and a terrific friend! I
just hope Daddy will go for it.
"Sweetie, your father's so knocked out about you, he'd go for
anything you asked. He'd walk on glass for you!" the crafty blonde
said, smiling warmly. "And why shouldn't he go for it? It's the
perfect solution to the problem; a way for you and your daddy to be
together forever, with no hassles from your mother. It's the way we can
an have our cake and eat it, to! . . ."
* * *
They lay there together, he with his spent cock still imbedded into
her tightly clasping orifice, overflowing with love for each other, love
which seeped past his now-flaccid tube onto the rumpled bedsheet. He
kissed her deeply again. "I love you so much, darling," he said
tenderly to you.
"Oh Daddy, I love you so much too!" she affirmed again. "And I
want to be with you forever, Daddy. I never want to go back to New York
.. . ."
There was a look of pain in his eyes. Then he hugged her tightly
to him. "I know, my dearest. I don't want you to go back. I couldn't
bear to lose you again. It's just that . . . well, I haven't figured
out a way to keep you here after the holidays. I've racked my brain,
and everything I come up with is N.G."
"Daddy . . ." she began softly, "I thought of something. It's
kind of extreme, but I think it could work . . ."
He raised his head and looked directly at her, his eyebrows raised
in expectation. "Tell me!"
"Well, I was thinking that if you . . . if you got married again .
.. ."
"Married! Honey, I don't want a wife, I want you! Besides, that
would ruin everything for us Davie." The handsome man's expression now
was one of bewilderment, hurt.
"No it wouldn't, Daddy, not if you married someone like Trish . ."
"Trish? But . . ."
"See, Trish doesn't want to get married either, because of Randy.
But it would be different if she married you, because we've already made
love with them anyway, and I know you do like it in bed with her and . .
.."
"And you like it in bed with Randy, don't you?"
"Not as much as with you, Daddy-no way. But if you married Trish,
everything would be respectable, and nobody would guess anything about
us, and we'd be able to be together, and . . ."
He closed her lips with a kiss. "You're one for the books, honey!
That's the wildest scheme I've ever heard! There's only small
problem-two, actually. First, I'm not in love with Trish, I'm in love
with you. Second, Trish isn't in love with me. What makes you think
she would go for it? Oh, there's another small problem, too. What do
we do about your school?"
"OK," she said excitedly, "in answer to your first question, sir,
you don't have to be in love with Trish, you just have to be in lust
with her-and don't tell me you're not!" she said, her eyes twinkling
devilishly. And you know Trish is in lust with you, Daddy . . ."
"That dame's in lust with everybody!" he interjected.
"No, not everybody. Mainly, you and Randy. Now, as far is school
is concerned, Trish says there's a good one in Nassau, the English
school. I could go there for the rest of the year and after that . . ."
"Wait a minute--did you and Trish cook this up together?" he asked
suspiciously.
"Well, no . . . I was just telling her how much I wanted to stay,
but I knew I had to go back to school, and she said if I wanted to stay
with you I could go to the one in Nassau and stay with her during the
week, and be with you on the weekends. You could afford that, couldn't
you, Daddy?"
"Sure. That's no problem. I could even hop over there during the
week . . .
"Oh could you, Daddy, would you? Oh, that would be wonderful.
Then it's OK? Ooohhh, Daaaaaadddyyy!" she squealed gleefully, throwing
her naked arms around his neck and squeezing her firm breasts against
his hairy chest. She kissed him hard on the lips, her pointed pink
tongue snaking into his mouth to lave his oral member and suck it the
way she had sucked his cock later on the beach that afternoon, with
Trish and Randy doing some heated sixty-nine right next to them.
Peter Knight felt his penis stir to instant life again inside his
daughter's velvety young pussy. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around
his burgeoning prick, encouraging him once more to show his deep love
for her. Wriggling her lithe young body enticingly beneath him, she
looked up at her father with the most innocent, the most guileless sort
of expression; one he found totally irresistible. "It is OK, isn't it
Daddy? Please say you'll ask Trish to marry you and that you'll put me
in the English school, so that I can stay with you forever. Please, oh
please." He flexed his fully hardened cock inside her delicate cunt,
reveling in the warm, buttery, tightly clenching softness of her. Then
he smiled at her again. "You know something, young lady? If I didn't
know you better, I'd say you've picked up a few tricks from your
stepmother-to-be already!"
Postscript
The wedding took place on December 31st, in a quaint, little church
in Nassau, with Davie as Maid of Honor and Randy as Best Man. After the
ceremony, Randy put his arms around the radiant bride and bridegroom's
shoulders and quipped, "Isn't it great, now we're gonna be just one,
big, happy fucking family!"
And they were--one big, happy, fucking family . . . with darling
little Davie the center of it all!
The End