Without a word, he pulled her bikini bottoms over her small hips and fell to his knees in front of her. Frantically, he poked his tongue into the wet folds of her cunt as he held her asscheeks tightly with both hands.
Dee swayed and almost lost her balance, but Brad held on tightly. She moaned as he licked her cuntlips furiously, and sighed as his tongue probed deeper and deeper into the confines of her cunt.
"Fuck me, Brad!" she cried out.
He pushed her onto the floor and spread her legs apart. With a practiced hand, hi unzipped his slacks and pulled them and his shorts below his knees in one motion.
He held his bulging cock in his hand as she lay writhing on the floor. "Oh, Brad… Brad… stick it in me… hurry!"
Her legs were spread invitingly and he stared into the thicket of black hair, then without a word, he pushed his prick into her waiting pussy.
"Oh, Brad… I love your cock in me," she groaned.
He pushed forward, his mind was whirling as he pumped in and out of her box.
Her tits pointed toward the ceiling and her eyes were tightly closed as he rammed his cock inward. She was squealing with delight and grunting with passion as he continued to fuck her harder and harder.
Unknown to Brad and Dee, someone was watching their session. They had not been alone on the beach. One of the bays, Ron, had been returning from a hike down the beach and had seen the two figures disappear into the bathhouse.
Silently, Ron had crept forward and stood behind a bush, peering into the dim light of the bathhouse. Yes, he wasn't mistaken, there were two bodies writhing on the floor. He could determine that one was Mr. Livingstone, and he gasped audibly as he realized the girl was Brad's stepdaughter, Dee.
Fascinated, unable to move away from the window, Ron watched. He stood there entranced, his own cock stirring in his bathing trunks as he looked at the wild scene before his eyes!
How could he? How could he be screwing his wife's daughter? His expression of shock turned to one of lust. Wishfully, he stood there mesmerized, and then unconsciously he felt his hand creep into his trunks as he felt his huge hard-on.
The sight was too good to be true. He wanted to run, he wanted to go far from the sight he was witnessing, but something held him there and his legs would not move. A pleasant feeling was coming over him, and he rubbed himself again. It felt good. His cock was throbbing, now, and he continued to caress his prick, not caring any longer if they saw him or not. Unconsciously he continued to rub his prick, and the harder he rubbed the better it felt!
He couldn't help himself. He reached inside his swim trunks and grasped his swollen prick in his right hand. Brad was pumping harder and harder into the girl's cunt, and Ron kept up the beat as he rubbed himself harder and harder.
Why couldn't he be the one to fuck Dee? He'd like to stick his stiff cock into her… he would like to be the one fucking her! He'd like to ram his rod into her moist mouth and have her suck him off! His prick was oozing the first signs of his juices and he was so weak with passion that he had to lean against the wall to keep from losing his balance. He swayed precariously, almost losing his balance. His mind was spinning as he pumped away savagely, frantically rubbing his hand up and down the length of his shaft.
He could hear Brad and Dee moaning with pleasure. He heard her squeal with delight as she came and he rubbed harder, harder until his hand was wet with his jism and he sank to the ground weakly, his prick still in his hand.
Silently he crept away from the scene he had just witnessed and headed toward the dormitory.
"Dee… oh, Dee… wrap your legs around me tighter!" Brad cried. She cooperated and her slim legs tightened their grip on him. "Dee… oh, so fuckin' good…" he moaned loudly as his cock sent off jet after jet of cream into her gaping cunt. Exhausted, they both lay silently on the floor, spent with lust and emotion.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brenda could have stayed in her cottage and fixed her own dinner that evening, but she decided to go to the dining hall and join the others for the evening meal.
If she stayed away from the dining room for two nights in a row, it might arouse Mr. Livingstone's suspicion, although it was not compulsory for her to be in the dining hall on the weekends.
Weekends at Keysville were ordinarily slow for the teachers on the staff. It was a time to catch up on letter writing, reading, shopping, or just plain relaxing.
Ordinarily, Brenda had plenty to do on the weekends, but she had done nothing this weekend. That is nothing that she could tell anyone about. True, she had fucked Paul and Paul had fucked her and… her heart beat faster as she remembered.
The boys were seated at long tables in the dining ball when Brenda entered. Was it her imagination, or did she really hear several snickers from the boys?
Stop imagining things, she ordered herself. Jun walk right in and sit down and eat your dinner. No one could possibly know that you fucked Paul. Paul certainly wouldn't say anything to any of the other boys. The risk would be too great, she reasoned. Why, if the little bastard said anything, she just wouldn't fuck him any more. She'd show him.
Her eyes moved across the room as she tried to find Paul at his usual table. Yes, there he was sitting with his friends, laughing and talking. He didn't look her way. What was he talking about? she wondered. The other boys were laughing. Was he telling them how the proper Miss Andrews had flung herself on her knees and grabbed his swollen prick with her hungry mouth and given him the best damn blow job ever? Could he be telling them how she had sprawled on the bed, her legs spread invitingly while he pumped his hard cock in and out of her love-starved cunt? One of the boys glanced her way; she stiffened. Was she imagining it or did he grin at her in a lewd manner? Stop it, Brenda! she told herself. Paul would never do such a thing! Don't let your imagination run away.
Brenda hurried from the dining room when the meal was over. She brushed past Paul and stammered some type of greeting which she couldn't remember. He seemed to be just as casual as ever as he returned her greeting, but again she thought the same boy had looked at her with a strange expression on his face!
She hurried back to her room and turned on the television set. The old movie flickered on the screen as Brenda tried her best to concentrate on the story.
It was no use, she couldn't sit there any longer watching a silly old movie. There was nothing left to do but go to bed with her thoughts of Paul racing through her mind.
She took a shower, washed and dried her hair and sat down on the edge of the bed. She yawned; yes, today had been a full day, a fulfilling one for her, and she stretched out on her bed, grateful that night had come at last.
Sleep wouldn't come to Brenda, however. As she lay in her bed she kept thinking of Paul and the way it had felt with his hot cock in her slippery cunt. Unable to sleep on her stomach, she turned over onto her back. She couldn't stand it any longer, her body ached for Paul with all its might. She lifted her nightgown slowly and felt her mound of hair. Her thoughts of Paul continued, and as she stroked her cuntlips she felt the juices flow between her legs.
Stop it! she ordered herself. You must be some kind of sex fiend! First you seduce an innocent boy and now here you are playing with yourself!
Brenda couldn't stop. It felt good. Her fingers parted the furry cuntlips and she thrust two fingers into her slit. "Mmmmmm," she groaned. Her body twitched at her own light touch, and she probed deeper into her cunt as she began to breathe more deeply. She shoved her two fingers in and out with a fucking motion as she pretended that the fingers were Paul's prick penetrating her depths. Brenda's juices were oozing down her fingers as she frigged herself rapidly. As she felt her nipples hardening, she took her other hand and rubbed her breasts. Her fingers probed deeper and deeper, and, she began to feel the contractions.