"Oh, sure, Miss Andrews… any time you want me to, I… I'll come back for another lesson."
"Fine, Paul. Well you'd better run now. I'll see you later."
Paul quickly left the cottage and hurried to his room. My God, he thought, I fucked my French teacher and she wants to give me more lessons.
Wow!
After Paul left, Brenda sat down weakly on the couch. What have I done? I have taken a boy and seduced him! Brenda Andrews, you must be mad! What will you do if he tells Mr. Livingstone? Do you want to leave Keysville in disgrace? Stop it! Stop it, right now! Forget how it felt to have Paul's prick deep in your cunt. Forget how it felt to have him shoving his rod deeper and deeper, making you feel all those good feelings! Forget it Brenda, and go back to teaching French… just keep dreaming about the men who might screw you… don't ever have anything for yourself… She sank down into the arm chair, laid her head on the arm and began to sob, her emotions spent.
Brenda did not go to the dining hall that evening, but stayed in her cottage. The events of the afternoon had moved all too quickly for her and she wandered from room to room, not knowing what to do with herself.
Of one thing she was certain; she must not attempt to see Paul alone again because she surely would not be able to control her emotions!
I must not do that again, she thought. How could I have done such a thing? Paul is a mere boy and I am a forty-one year old woman. How could I have done such a despicable thing? I sucked him and I fucked him and here he is just a boy. What could I have been thinking! How can I face Paul again?
CHAPTER TWO
That same afternoon, Brad Livingstone was sitting in his office. The view of the Gulf of Mexico was fantastic and he swiveled around in his chair so that he could get a better view of the sailboats heading south toward Marathon. The sight never failed to thrill Brad and he sighed as he backed out across the sparkling blue water.
Brad was not as contented as he might pretend. His marriage of six months to Betty was not all that thrilling. And then, there was the problem of Betty's daughter, Dee. A familiar stirring began in his crotch as he thought about Dee. He tried to think of other things, but his mind kept coming back to Dee. His cock swelled larger as he thought about his stepdaughter. "Little Miss Sexpot," he said aloud.
Yes, Dee was darn cute and sexy too. She didn't live with Brad and Betty, as they thought it would not be a good idea to have her there amongst the all-male population of Keysville Academy. It might have been a good idea to have her there for Brad's sake – he sure wasn't getting much loving from Betty since they had been mated. Now, before they were married – that was a different story.
Dee attended a private girls' school in Key West, but she managed to be at Keysville practically every weekend as she had a sailboat there. Sailing's her favorite pastime, thought Brad. That is when she isn't too busy cock-teasing?
Good thing that Betty hadn't noticed the way Brad had been eyeing Dee the past few weekends as she scurried around in her too-brief bikini. Betty no doubt would have fixed things so that Dee didn't come to visit Keysville!
It was Friday afternoon and Brad looked at his watch. Well, I guess Dee's bus will be arriving shortly and she'll be here in time for dinner.
He flushed again as he thought about Dee. She was a knockout, a cute little blonde whose little ass wiggled in the most obscene way when she walked. Her whole body sent out invitations, most of which Brad ignored, but occasionally he caught himself thinking what it would be like to get the little bitch into the sack and ram his throbbing cock in her.
Embarrassed with his thoughts, he turned away from the window and began to look through the papers on the desk. Damn her… damn the little prick-teaser, anyway!
He remembered when he had seen her last weekend. She had come into his office on the pretext of asking him a question, but Brad knew better. She was wearing a tight T-shirt with no bra and her firm, nipples poked out through her thin material. He flushed as he realized her nipples were erect and her shorts were so tight he could follow the outline of her snatch with his eyes. Yes, Dee was deliberately trying to provoke him. She had stood by his desk, her breasts thrust right into his face, and she managed to brush against him several times with her bare thigh as they talked.
His horniness was apparent when he looked down and saw his erection. He looked away, afraid that Dee had seen it too, but she went on talking.
In his thoughts he visualized ravaging her pussy, throwing her on the ground, the floor, the couch or whatever was available and really fucking her.
He wanted to fuck her and screw her and if she cried out in protest, all the better, he wouldn't stop until he had filled her cunt with every last drop of his pent-up juices.
The idea was driving him wild, with lust, but the consequences would be so great. What if someone walked into the office and heard them? What if Betty found out? Or, what if Dee really didn't have any intention of going through with it. Horny, he was a rapist… never.
Get control of yourself Brad, he thought. If it's a piece of ass you want you'd better look elsewhere. Your own stepdaughter!
Yet, he couldn't get his mind off the little bitch. He was struggling to think of other things but his thoughts went back to Dee and the skimpy little outfit that hugged her girlish hips and ass and showed the outline of her cunt… the way her braless tits bounced when she walked…
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," he called.
Brad jumped with excitement as Dee walked into the room. He glanced at his watch. "H-hello," he stammered. "Was your bus early? I wasn't expecting you quite so soon."
Without a word, Dee walked across the room toward him. She was wearing a V-neck shirt and he could tell immediately that she was braless. Her lemon-yellow skirt was so short that as she moved he could see the lace on her panties.
She leaned down over the desk and kissed Brad. He gulped as she kissed him. He was expecting a little peck on the cheek like she usually gave him, but this time there was no mistaking what the little sex-pot had intended to do. She deliberately poked her hot tongue into his mouth as he sat there in absolute amazement.
"At…" He couldn't finish. She had definitely surprised him and he was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what move to make next. Was she deliberately playing games with him or did she want the possibility of something further developing between them?
"Oh, Brad, I don't know how to thank you for helping me out last weekend," she remarked.
Brad couldn't even remember what he had done that she should thank him so profusely, but if she was looking for a way to thank him he knew he could think of something!
She was standing across from him now and staring at him in wide-eyed amazement. Her eyes had dropped to his lap and she saw his cock stirring.
She walked toward him, and without another word sat down and put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "Brad, thank you."
This time he read another meaning into her kiss, and he decided to see if she would go any further. He pushed her head back and probed the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Her response was warm. She began to kiss him urgently.
"Brad."
He didn't answer her. He reached a hand inside her shirt and began to fondle her small breast. Meanwhile she settled more comfortably in his lap, and it was no mistake that she rubbed her ass against his stirring cock in an effort to excite him!
His cock was so hard and throbbing that he was about to go mad. God, how he would like to fuck her and get rid of his hard cock in the soft folds of her girl cunt! The idea was driving him wild, but he held back. How could he? Dee was his stepdaughter.