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.
If I only could get rid of this damn erection, then maybe I could talk to her.
Dee had other ideas however. Brad was not quite certain afterwards how it happened, but before he knew it, she had her hand on his bulging crotch and she was rubbing her hand up and down the length of his cock.
She kissed him again; she was using her tongue furiously as she probed further into his mouth and frantically rubbed his cock and balls with her free hand.
Brad made one weak attempt to dislodge her from his lap, but the rubbing of his prick was sending sensations up and down his spine, and he knew if he didn't shove his swollen rod into her cunt, he would lose his mind.
Her tongue continued darting in and out of his mouth and her hand rubbed quickly. He sighed and thought, Why not? She's practically attacking me, the little bitch! If she gets screwed it's only because she's been asking for it! He kissed her back, and he didn't resist as her hand unzipped his slacks and she rubbed his prick through his shorts.
"Brad… oooh… Brad," she murmured, her voice heavy with passion.
He reached inside her shirt again and squeezed her bare tit. He could feel the nipple become erect under his touch and he sighed.
Her shirt had slipped out of her skirt and he pulled it over her head. His tongue lapped gently at her nipples, and she gasped audibly as she tightened her arms around him. His prick was standing out from his slacks, and without a word she jumped from his lap, kneeled on the floor and took his cock into her mouth.
He moaned and went limp. There was no turning back now, even though he made one last effort to pull away from Dee.
"Don't, Brad. I want to suck you," she said.
"Suck me? How do you know how to do that?" She didn't answer, but sucked greedily on his swollen cock that was filling her mouth. Dee was licking the length of Brad's rod with wild abandon and her soft wet tongue was driving him mad. Her tongue hungrily lapped the entire length of his prick; she swirled it around the foreskin and then she licked down the length of his cock again. His mind was racing. Should I come in her mouth, or should I fuck her good?
It was almost more than he could stand. Her licking and sucking were driving him mad and he felt dizzy with passion. If she was trying to push him over the brink, she was doing a good job of it.
He was going to come any minute, but he really wanted to shoot his wad in her cunt, not in her mouth.
Gently he lifted her from the floor and carried her across his office. He made sure that the drapes were drawn and the door was locked before he pulled his slacks off.
She gasped as she saw his huge prick pointing toward her. "Brad, let's fuck," she managed to whisper hoarsely.
Her skin was soft to his touch as he pulled her bikini panties down and felt the heat and moisture of her cunt. Dee sighed as he stroked her gently, and as he rubbed his cock across her cuntlips she trembled with delight.
The couch felt rough on her bare ass as he spread her slim legs to get a better view of her cunt. The childish pink slit stared back at him and her pubic hair was curly and dark. His fingers found their way among her folds, and the wetness of her juices excited him as they dripped down his hand.
Not able to stand it any longer, he lunged into her, his rock-hard cock jabbing stiffly into her cunt.
She cried out as he entered her. Distracted by her cries, he pulled his wet cock out and knelt between her legs and began to lick her tiny clitoris. Her slim hips began to move in rhythm as if she were fucking. As he tongue-fucked her faster and faster she sobbed wildly.
"Yes… oh, Brad… yes… oooh… that feels so good, Brad!"
Without further delay he stopped licking her cunt and again aimed his slick rod into her opening.
"Brad, oh… your tongue felt so good," she said.
"Gee, feel my prick in you! Dee, don't you want me to fuck you?"
"Brad… I… I've never been fucked before."
Great! he thought. I'll give this hot little broad a fuckin' she'll never forget. And with that he began to shove his huge prick in and out of her slippery cunt as she writhed beneath him.
He really didn't want to hurt her, but he knew he was as his hard cock pushed and pounded deeper and deeper. Each thrust brought a louder gasp from Dee, but he regained his composure and continued to stab in and out, in and out, over and over again. Each new thrust took him a little deeper, and finally, with one loud grunt, he pushed through the protesting barrier and went deep into her cunt.
Her little-girl pussy was so tight. She gripped her firmly with her muscles as his prick shoved in and out. He grunted and pounded and finally he felt jet after jet of his cream spill into the tight confines of her vagina.
"Good Lord," he groaned. "Oh… baby… so good… so… fuckin' good!"
Dee was lying there on the couch staring up at him as he pulled his spent cock from her pussy. Her face was expressionless as he looked at her and then he realized that she hadn't come. She lay there quietly and he knew that he must have hurt her. He was so busy ramming his cock in and out that he never thought whether or not he was huffing her.
As gently as he could, he pulled her toward him and kissed her tear-stained face as she clung to him.
"Dee… Dee… I didn't mean to hurt you. It won't hurt nearly as much the next time, Dee. I… I didn't know you were a virgin. I wouldn't have fucked you if I had known before."
She didn't say anything. He laid her back on the couch again and gently began to lick her cunt. Then he began to lick her faster and faster. Her arms were tight around his neck and her cries of pleasure were delighting him once more.
"Brad… oh, Brad… I think I'm going to… oh, Brad… I'm going to come!" She convulsed wildly. Her first orgasm was a mind-shattering experience, and even when she was exhausted from passion, Brad continued tonguing her until she begged him to stop.
The clock on the wall told him it was time to dress for dinner. Yes, he had better get Dee out of his office before someone saw them.
"Dee… I think you should go now," he said as he helped her put her clothes on. "Your mother will be wondering where you are, and I have some things to do here before I join you for dinner… so…"
She didn't answer him and she avoided his eyes as she walked toward the door. Then she flamed around and looked at him across the room. She said firmly but softly, "You'd better keep on fucking me, Brad… you'd better fuck me whenever I say… or my mother might just hear that you attacked me!"