The next morning arrived in the form of a bright and hot Florida day. Brenda awakened early and decided to go into town to do some errands before it was time to "tutor" Paul again.
Brad was in his office looking out once again toward the Gulf of Mexico. In the distance he could see Dee sauntering down the beach on her way to her sailboat. Wow, he thought, I'd sure like to be adrift with that little sex-pot for a few hours! He turned away from the window. The sight of Dee in her brief bikini with her tight little ass swinging down the beach was too much for him.
His prick began to quiver and he decided he'd better get his work done now or he wouldn't be able to see Dee later in the day when Betty went into town shopping.
How lucky could a guy get? Even if his wife wasn't interested in sex, her daughter's avid interest would more than make up for it. Brad was an opportunist, and he was not going to let any more opportunities pass him by. He would make the most of it while he could, and if it ended, well, so what? He smiled as he sorted through the papers on his desk. Yes, he was a lucky guy. Here he was with a sweet little piece of ass just as hot for him as he was for her. What if she was only sixteen? If he didn't fuck her, one of the boys at school would. She had thrown herself at him in her girlish innocence, and he no longer felt guilty about fucking her. She had asked for it, hadn't she?
Brenda hurried into town, quickly did her errands, picked up some cookies and Coke in case Paul was hungry, and with her parcels in her arms, headed toward her car.
Driving back toward Keysville, she had second thoughts about Paul. True, his cock had been just as eager as her hungry cunt. So what if they had screwed! He had liked it, hadn't he?
In the coolness of her cottage, she put the packages down and went into her bedroom to change clothes. She scanned her closet, finally choosing a long, flowing robe that was low cut and tied in a sash at the waist. She was breathless as she put it on. With a practiced eye, she surveyed herself in the mirror, then deliberately reached behind and pulled her bra off and threw it on the bed. Her firm breasts poked out and her nipples were erect as she turned and looked once more in the mirror.
Just then the doorbell rang and she casually walked toward it. Her heart thumped wildly and she felt the juices forming in her panties with the expectation of seeing Paul once more.
"Hello, Paul," she said nervously.
"Hi, Miss Andrews, I came back for another lesson." He smiled sheepishly. "French lesson, that is." They both smiled.
Nervously, she opened the door wider to let him in. If he was nervous, it certainly didn't show. True, he was just an innocent lad, but she would wait and see what happened. No, she wouldn't make the first move this time!
She didn't have to. It was quite apparent that he was aroused by what he saw. Unashamedly he was staring right at her big tits, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Would you like something to drink, Paul?" she asked. "Would you like something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'd like something to eat," he grinned.
She looked at him with surprise. He seemed so much older, more sure of himself than he had the day before. Her eyes were transfixed on the bulge in his crotch. No, it wasn't her imagination. The boy had the beginnings of a good hard-on. What a stroke of luck, she thought. He's ready!
She gasped, and leaned toward him. Without thinking, she was on her knees, kneeling in front of him as she frantically, nervously reached out and grabbed his cock through the material of his slacks.
He stood there, not moving, not knowing what to do next. Without a word, she unzipped his slacks and drew his prick out of his shorts, fondling his cock gently in both hands.
"Paul… Paul, I… I… must taste your prick in my mouth. I want to suck your cock and have you play with my tits!"
He stood there, as in a trance, as she gently held his balls in both hands. She began to caress his balls and gently kissed them, and then she stuck her wet tongue out and licked the end of his prick. She sucked gently at first and continued kneading his balls. With a loud gasp, she drew his entire cock into her mouth and sighed as she felt its warmth against the roof of her mouth.
Paul began to sway as she sucked and licked with wild abandon, and several times he almost lost his balance as her nibbling became wilder.
"Ooooh, Miss Andrews, that feels so darn good!" he gasped.
His loins tingled with pleasure as she sucked. Finally, not being able to stand it for one more second, he abruptly sat down on the floor. Brenda still had his swollen cock firmly in her soft mouth! Paul's prick was bursting with pleasure as her hungry sucking continued. I'm going to come! he thought. I'm going to blow my whole load right in her fucking mouth! I don't want to come, he told himself. I want her to suck me for a long, long time. I want to feel her hot lips on my prick and her mouth on my balls!
Brenda sensed that he was about to come, and she wanted to be sure that it was in her wet cunt, not in her mouth. She relaxed her grip on his prick and began to lick ever so gently, finally spitting out his cock.
"Paul, relax," she ordered. "I'm going to fuck you. You'll love what I'm going to do to you. You won't have to do anything. Just lie there and enjoy being fucked."
With that, she pushed him backward onto the floor, and with his big prick sticking straight up she gently straddled him and guided his engorged rod into her waiting cunt.
He settled back on the floor and sighed. The sight of her tits was driving him wild. Her long hair bounced up and down as she bounced furiously on his upright shaft. Oh, her cunt felt good as it enveloped his prick! Her cunt felt as good as her lips as it caressed the length of his rod. Christ, she has great boobs! he thought as he got a better view of her huge breasts swaying from side to side as she jumped frantically up and down. He raised his head slightly and groaned with delight as he watched his cock stabbing in and out of her.
Paul couldn't believe that this was happening to him! Here he was in the middle of his French teacher's living room, fucking away like there was no tomorrow, and she was moaning and gasping, "Paul, oh, Paul, so… good… yes… darling… fuck me… shove your cock into me… screw me… oh… God, Paul… don't stop… Paul… oh… baby… baby… screw me harder and harder… I'm going to come!"
He felt her cunt contract violently and for a moment he thought she would never let go of his cock.
"Paul, oh, Paul… I'm coming! Oh, so good… ohhhhh!"
Her body convulsed wildly for one last time as she thrust herself forward on his stiff-standing rod.
"Ahhhh…" Paul moaned. "Oh… that's good, Miss Andrews, oh, Miss Andrews, don't stop yet! Keep doing it! I want to come!"
His fingers were frantically digging into her bare back as she rocked back and forth faster and faster on his slippery prick.
Paul felt the sensation overpowering him. It started in his loins and became more powerful than he ever could have imagined it would. His hips were thrusting upward and he began to cry aloud. "Yes… oh, yes… Miss Andrews, make me come… ohhhhh!"
He yelled aloud as he felt his sperm squirt into her cunt. He felt the throbbing as stream after stream of his white cream filled her pussy. She squeezed him with her cunt muscles and the two of them collapsed in a happy heap on her living room floor.
Meanwhile, Brad Livingstone had finished his paperwork and decided to go for a walk on the beach. The sun was no longer bright in the blue Florida sky and the gentle breeze had blown away the heat of midday.
He walked casually down the beach for several hundred yards. His eyes were scanning the water and he strained to see if he could find Dee in her small sailboat.
Yes, there she was, about one-fourth of a mile out. He waved to her, but doubted if she could see him as he had no way of knowing which way she was looking.
He stood there for a few more minutes and then decided to walk further down the beach.
She must have seen him! Her sailboat seemed to be heading toward shore, and he stood anxiously to see if she was indeed coming his way.
Brad sat down in the sand to wait. He didn't have to wait too long. In about twenty minutes Dee was tying up her sailboat at the small dock south of the school, and there she was swinging up the beach jauntily, her small tits poking out of her top and her too-tight bikini barely covering her snatch. As she strode closer, she noticed Brad leaning against a palm tree.
"Hi, Brad!" she called out, and then walked slowly toward him. She stood provocatively, one hip swung out, her crotch at his eye level. He didn't say anything, but it was impossible not to notice the way her tits were struggling to be free and her long, curly pubic hairs were poking out of her bikini bottoms. She deliberately stood in front of him, her snatch staring him right in the eyes!
"Dee," he whispered huskily. He felt his cock stirring in his slacks, and he got up from the sand so that she wouldn't notice his hard-on.
It didn't do any good. She leaned toward him and began to rub her pelvis against his leg.
"Gee, Brad… got it up already, Dad?" she laughed.
He didn't say a word. He took her by the arm and steered her toward the bathhouse. It was only by a stroke of luck that the beach was deserted this late in the afternoon. He pulled her inside the bathhouse and bolted the door.
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.