"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't piss," he whispered, pulling away from her and holding her head gently in his hands.

Camey was panting. She felt weak. Brad's hands moved down her body, tracing every curve, stopping finally at the tie of her bikini bottom. She felt him fumbling, then felt the tie come loose. Camey gasped as she felt the damp nylon pull away from her soaked cunt lips. Oh, how shameless this was! "Don't, don't," she cried weakly, resting her head on his broad chest. His flesh was so hot, so damp. She could hear his heart pounding as rapidly as hers! The thought that Brad was as excited as she made Camey fight for breath.

"Oh, baby, you want this bad, don'tcha?"

Gently the big man peeled the bikini bottom away from her pussy. Camey shuddered as the soft material of her suit brushed over her cuntal mound. Every nerve ending was alive, standing on end, sputtering with energy. The young girl moved slightly, sucking in a deep breath when she felt her cunt lips move against one another and over her clit.

"Wanna get fucked bad?" he said in a mocking voice.

"Ohhh, I… don't know, I… don't know," Camey said.

"I love your pussy," he said, moving her back, then lowering her onto the mattress. The bottom of her bikini dangled from his fingers. As she lay spread-eagled Brad stared at her. Camey blushed, wanting to cover herself with both hands and yet not daring. Something inside her was telling her to be sexy, to move her slim hips back and forth, up and down in a fucking motion. When she did Brad's eyes lit up.

The young man rubbed one hand over his bulging crotch. Camey lowered her eyes, studying the tubular bulge pressing hard against the damp material. She'd seen pictures of erections in sex education books. Once or twice some of her dates had forced her hands over their dicks. Then the young blonde had slapped their faces, threatening to scream for the police if they did that again. But now she was anxious to see his dick, even touch it! How quickly the girl had changed!