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Archive name: Stew07.txt
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title:  "The Scandalous Stewardess"
Chapter 7

     Davie had flung herself across the bed and was sobbing as the 
scheming, incestuous brother of her so-called "friend" kneeled beside
her on the floor, a comforting hand on her back.
     "That's right, Davie, let it all out.  Just cry away--everything
you saw going on in that room.  Let that whole scene between my sister
and your dad wash right out of your eyes," he told her tenderly,
cunningly.
     The distraught young girl cried even harder, her pitiful sobs
filling the darkened bedroom.  She felt lost, empty, and she didn't know
where to turn.  Her father . . . the one person in the world she loved
and respected . . . lying there naked on the bed rutting with a woman
she thought was a trusted friend . . . the same woman who had . . . been
with her at the beach today . . .  Oh God, oh God!  The whole world was
crashing down around her!  She thought everything would be all right
once she got to Eleuthera.  Isn't that what Trish said?  Isn't that what
her father had said: "Everything's going to work out fine .  . just
fine!"  Yes . . . for them!
     Now Randy was her only friend.  She had been betrayed by her father
and Trish . . . and yet, they were doing something that's perfectly
natural; something all grownups do . . . they wouldn't have done it in
front of her.  Still, she had always thought of sex as something good
and clean, something you did with someone you really loved--not just the
slapping together of bodies . . .  She was so confused.  If only she
hadn't seen them together . . . if only she hadn't seen her mother with
those two disgusting fairies . . . if only she hadn't let Trish lick her
between 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 had
changed in her attitude toward the man who had sired her, and toward the
woman 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 little
girl lost.
     The tears gushed freely until her lovely eyes stung and she felt
her nose was a red balloon.  She was only dimly aware that Randy was 
whispering consoling words in her ear; that he was stroking her dark
hair and rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.  His voice was hypnotic, his
touch, 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, just
put 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 her
soft, bare arm.  His hand was warm; his touch was delicate, deft.  It
felt so good to be caressed by this handsome, understanding boy who was
her only friend now.  He was right, she mustn't think about what she saw
a little while ago in Trish's bungalow; she mustn't let that image
remain vividly implanted on her brain . . .
     "Don't, Davie . . . don't think about it anymore . . ." he said as
he gently took her shoulder in his hand and turned her over on her
back.  He brushed some wispy strands of hair away from her fevered face
and smiled at her tenderly.  He knew that his words were having the
desired 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 after
all, he thought sexultantly.  I'm going to score with this tight little
cherry tonight!
     Davie looked up into his strong, handsome face.  His words seemed
to flow like molasses into her ears.  She was fully aware that he was
telling her not to think of what she had witnessed, but the vision
became fixed in her mind instead.  In fact, the more he droned on, the
more he stroked her hair and her arms and talked to her in his soporific
way, the more clarified became the scene in her mind.  She didn't want
to think about it, but she couldn't put it out of her consciousness, she
just 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 as
well.  She could feel a strange, twitching sensation deep in her belly;
the same kind of sensation she had felt when Randy kissed her on the
steps.  She suddenly felt like being kissed again, and she must have
communicated this to the hot-blooded youth, for he slowly leaned over
her and pressed his lips to hers again, not French kissing her this
time, but just kissing her softly and tenderly and very, very
excitingly.
     She began to tremble slightly under the pressure of his chest
against her body, not from shock or weeping now, but from something far
more basic, something that was the captive woman inside yearning to
break free . . .
     Randy felt the young girl trembling beneath his embrace and he
smiled inwardly.  She's almost ready . . . almost.  Easy does it,
fella.  This is the crucial moment, right now.  Just a little bit more
and you'll be home free!
     He let his face rest on hers while he continued to stroke her hair
and brush it away from her fevered face until finally, he let his hand
move down, down ever so slowly and gently onto the swelling mound of her
nubile young breast.  She was breathing faster now, and so was he, as he
continued to implant the image of her father's sexual escapade with his
lucious, naked sister in her confused young mind.
     He began to rub the pliant globe tenderly and lightly and he felt
her stiffen at his touch.  But she made no initial effort to push his
hand away.  He smiled to himself, confident that he had won the first
round.  He kept caressing her breast, running his thumb across the
hardened little nipple, his heart pounding in his chest and his cock
leaping like a wild bronco in his pants.
     Suddenly, a red light flashed in Davie Knight's brain, warning her
to stop this gentle boy's caresses, warning her to stop before it was
too late, before her own body betrayed her and she was suddenly swept
away in a flooding tide of passion.  Yes, she had to stop him . . . stop
him from feeling up her breast, even though it felt soooo good, so warm
and wonderful.  The sensations in her body were already beckoning her on
.. . . on into the dark and terrifying unknown.  They were sounding a
siren call to her most primitive and latent grownup desires . . .
     "No!  No, Randy!  Stop!" she cried, pulling his hand away and
rolling away from his into an upright, sitting position, her back to him
and her head buried in her hands.  She was a living, breathing conundrum
of confused desire.
     The lust-ridden youth was taken completely by surprise.  He had
been strongly confident that she was totally his now.  He gaped at her
for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back into
the fold of his arms.  "Take it easy, Davie," he panted, "it's all
right.  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 ready
to fulfill that womanhood . . . you're ready to give in to your
emotions, Davie . . . to let that woman inside of you free . . .
     "Like Trish does . . . if that's the kind of woman I'm supposed to
be--a bitch in heat!"
     "You'll be fortunate--very fortunate--if you ever come half way
close to being the woman Trish is!" he flung back hotly.  Then he cursed
himself for being so rash.  "What I mean, Davie, is that . . ."  He drew
a long breath.  Shit!  How do I get out of this one!  "See, your dad and
Trish, they've both been around the block.  They're mature people.  They
both 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 were
doing it, you'd know why they were both naked on that bed together if
you let yourself he the woman you are . . . if you let yourself go and
make love . . . with me . . .  I want to make love to you, Davie . . . 
I want to feel your beautiful naked body next to mine . . . want to give
myself to you, the way a man gives himself to a woman . . . in bed . . .
     "Noooo!" she wailed, totally afraid now.  She didn't understand
what 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 doing
to 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'm
going to fuck you tonight, even if it means tearing off that innocent
little dress and raping you!
     He grabbed Davie's breasts in both his hands and forced her down on
the bed, pinning her there with his agile body.  She struggled, trying
to scream, but he clamped his mouth tightly onto her, forcing her lips
wide apart with his lips and tongue, sending his oral probe deep into
her soft, warm mouth as though it were his cock in her cunt which it
soon would be, his cock into her tight little hole.  The terrified young
girl continued to struggle, but her struggled only excited the
passion-crazed youth who pressed his strong body, with its unavoidable
witness of masculinity, harder into her loins.  He was going to rape
her!  She knew it now.  She had so often dreamed of the first time with
a boy.  In those childish fantasies, the boy was always gentle, tender
and 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 thin
cotton dress and began working it up her legs.  Her struggles only
assisted and fanned his raging desire.  Every time she squirmed, she
rubbed against his burgeoning cock, exciting the passionate young man
even more.  Finally, the dress was hiked up over her bare breasts and
under her armpits, leaving her totally naked except for the rumpled rag
around her upper chest.  Davie was humiliated beyond words, and she lay
on her back struggling, trying to turn her face away from the demanding
youth, 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 way
Trish felt your old man's . . . it's a beautiful thing . . . beautiful
to 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 he
raised a hand to the circular mounds, pinching one tiny coral nipple
until it stood firm and erect.  Then he repeated the process with the
other.  And then he swooped down like a sea gull and engulfed one breast
gluttonously in his mouth, pulling the nipple and the aureole between
his lips and sucking and nibbling voraciously on the sensitive flesh. 
Davie cried out in protest, but he paid no attention.  Who would come to
her rescue--her old man?  Hah!  He was fucking the shit out of somebody
else at that moment!
     Randy licked voraciously at the delectable flesh of Davie's breasts
and nipples, his cock near to bursting with desire and demanding
release.  Davie's body's threshed wildly beneath him, and he sensed that
her frenetic movements were not totally inspired by fear, that rather,
it was his mouth and tongue on her naked tits that was causing her such
agitation.
     Faster and faster his mouth and tongue licked over the trembling 
young globes, setting them afire with his liquid firebrand.  Then his
hand dipped down to her dark, fleecy pubic mound, and his fingers
crawled over her soft pussy hair and into her slick, virginal pussy
slit.  He almost went wild with delirium and expectation.
     "Ooooooohhhh!" Davie cried fearfully as she felt his merciless
touch on her secret pants.  "Noooo, Randy . . . stop it . . . you've got
to 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 her
trembling cunt.  Davie flailed her head insanely from side to side and
tried to push him away with her small fists, but her efforts were
useless.  She stared up at the passion-contorted features of the sexy
blond boy with terror in her eyes terror mixed with excitement.  She was
aroused 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 like
this!  I don't want to be raped.  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 the
floor as he clawed at his shirt.  He swore under his breath as he
fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper, then almost lost his balance as
he attempted to pull down his pants while he was kneeling between her
legs, holding them with his powerful knees.  If she hadn't been so
frightened, she might have giggled at his clumsy, feverish attempt to
undress while keeping her in her place beneath him.  But where there's a
will-of-the-aching-cock, there's a fucking way, and in a matter of
moments, 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 the
photograph!  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 from
the tiny slit in the end.  It was big, all right, though not as big as
her 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 falling
heavily to wedge her tender young thighs far apart, securing her
bouncing young buttocks to the mattress.  The dark downy curls of her
pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against his throbbing cockhead,
inciting him to unintelligible babblings of frenzied lust, drowning her
low moans of fear and protest.  Randy placed his knees between her
thighs to hold her open to him, grinding his pelvis hard into her
defenseless crotch.  Then he grabbed hold of his cock and worked it up
teasingly up and down until he parted the moist lips of her cunt with
his prick's swollen tip.  He paused momentarily before the entrance of
the snug, undefiled passage, panting heavily, droplets of sweat beading
his 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 much
tissue paper.
     "Aaaarrrrraannggghh!" Davie screamed.  "OH MY GOOOOODDD!"  Her
naked passage felt as if his plunging weapon had ripped it into a
thousand tiny shards and she would bleed like a stuck pig.  Then his
balls slapped harshly off her wet, furrowed buttocks, and he was filling
her completely, mercilessly, with no thought of her pain.  His shaft lay
sunk deep in her belly, like a white-hot pole of living fire rammed deep
in her, and there wasn't one tiny ridge of her cunt walls left untouched
and 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 raised
his head and looked at her, lust contorting his handsome face.  "How
does that feel, honey?  How does it feel to have my big, slippery cock
deep inside your tight, sweet pussy?" he panted to her.
     Davie hooked at him contemptuously.  "How do you think it feels,
you . . . you animal!  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 his
rigid 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 her
soft and sensitive flesh with waves of pain as his expanded prick
widened the tight passage with each short, smooth stroke.  Davie's legs
jackknifed in a frantic effort to escape the barbaric impalement, but it
only served to worsen her position.  Pitiable screams of pain came
tumbling from deep in the subjugated young girl's throat as his
rock-hard shaft battered her yielding cunt flesh.  He was driven onward
by her hapless cries; nothing could have deterred him now--not even the
appearance of her old man.  His only thought was to deliver the load of
semen that weighted his hairy balls, and she slammed the twin blocks of
lust into her again and again in a desperate rush for orgasmic release. 
Faster and faster his pelvis slammed onto the sweating, defenseless
loins of the naked young teenager, never letting up, never slackening
his 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, a
man'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 raping me . . . a very sexy boy, but why Is he
doing it like this? . . .  I thought it would kill me when he shoved it
in . . . 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 him
and she groaned incessantly.  Her hot, hungry mouth sought Randy's and
she moaned into the dark, warm grotto and stuck her tongue wildly
inside.  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 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
increasinglyaware 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 YYYYYSSSSS!  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.
     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? . . ."

